WORK? BIG LOSS OF TIME!

So, the first day at the climbing shop came and went.

And then, so did the second morning.

The result? A big loss of time, but not in the easiest way to think about: I mean that when I'm there "working", I can't notice time passing, so I find myself at lunch break, then at work again, then at home, seemingly in just a while.

And: could, being somewhere talking with friends about climbing stuff, be called working?

Anyway, in a matter of hours I'll have to dissuade a lady from buying some rope, tie it to a heater, another part to herself, and go and work on her house roof, the rope passing through a window and then the border of a terrace.

She also asked me to rig everything for her: oh yes, to go in jail when you fall? For sure...

My first day was a major success.

The gym opens tonight.

Life's good.

WE DON'T HAVE CONTROL

We don't have control on our lives.

At least not as much as I'd like.

My plans of leaving friday morning to go bouldering three days and concentrating only on my project, had to change: first, the girlfriend's mother felt sick and we had to take her to the hospital. Luckily it was nothing serious.

Then, when we finally got to the boulders, the following day, I met friends and climbed the whole day with them before getting to grips with the project.

That means failure.

So, we don't have control, and it's nice after all, because we never get bored and we always have to be ready to react and adapt to obtain the best from everything.

WI-FI COLD SPOT

I hope you all will appreciate that, to keep this blog updated, I'm sitting here, in a small square in town that shares a bit of a wi-fi hot spot, where all the coldest winds of central Italy seem to gather.
It's cold, it's clear, it's bouldering time.
I had a good session yesterday, dead hangs on the small holds, and then ripped the campus board: 1-5-roof again right hand, and then more.
Let's pack the car.