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I just returned from the weekend. Where’d I go? The kitchen and New Canaan to shoot a scene for a movie called “Fog Warning.” It is a “suspense/horror about three men who capture what may be a living vampire.” Written and directed by Christopher Ward.

As much as I want to say that is the kitchen’s description it is, in fact, the movie’s description. I know, it would have been so much hipper had the kitchen been about a vampire. Alak, alak, alak. Yes, yes, yes. I look forward to that post too. Ohhhh, giddy.

The evening shoot start was delayed but the wrap was much earlier than anticipated. This, in my supremely humble opinion, chalks up as all good.

The scene, a quick in-and-out scene for me, takes place at a gas station just over 2/3’s of the way through the script. What that means for the film… No clue. It wraps on the 27th so news on a release date should be in my Inbox by, I think maybe, January. Talk about a guess with no merit at all. Hoo-rah!

The kitchen (shudder) is… done. Well, it’s as done as it can be for anyone other than the contractors. Emptied, spackled, sanded, painted, cleaned… It’s all done. Next up, Traemand on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday are owned by Village Tile of Mamaroneck (sound it out Jacek).

I’ll write up a tid bit on the full experience once everything is completed.

Okay. I’ve pissed off a number of people over the years. It’s bound to happen in 31 years and 364 days on this tiny little planet we call home. I had no idea my actions were as far reaching as they appear to be. President Bush (pic to the right) wants me gone. Thanks for the story link BT.

I may not agree with the W but icing me? Come on man. Let’s talk this out a bit first huh? Next thing I know I’ll be forced to chang aof vi;b HB ie yfbeiot ekbegGGBEIB E>KabbGwam, (muffles manage to slip through the screen your reading… then… silence. a moment later)

<deep voice> Sorry about that my peeps. (whispers - though loud enough for everyone in Arizona to hear) does he write like that? (from off screen) just wrap it up and make it look like everything is normal alright?

Yea. Sorry about that my peeps. I’m going. To. Get… to work. And don’t click the read more thing below. TTFN.

I tackled my first 5.10 this evening. Approximately two months ago I needed to re-learn how to tie-in. I almost gave up because a pair of climbing shoes made it as painful and frustrating as walking on knuckles… on gravel. After a purchase of a novice pair of shoes I’ve been advancing steadily.

From 5.6, to 5.7 to 5.8, to 5.9, and tonight my first 5.10. My goal for the summer is to climb a 5.11. Before I tackle more 5.10’s bouldering is next on the agenda. Why not jump into the 5.10 world now that I’ve done one? I want to accomplish more than just succeeding in a climb.

Tonight was my first night back to climbing in over a week. I needed to rest my left bicep because I did something silly and difficult - I climbed 1/2 way up a 5.6… without using my feet. It was intense and woke up my arms like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. It was brilliant. And then my bicep started to hurt. Then my left shoulder. Then my left forearm.

It appeared that I over extended myself. )simles(

I’m glad I did it. It hurt. No, no, no. It throbbed. I nearly lost focus talking to people at The Rock Club because it hurt so much.

But it’s all better now! Hmm… Maybe not all better but close to 90%. At the end of my 5.10 which was lead into by a 5.9, another 5.9, and a near complete traverse, I felt my left bicep. It gave me a reminder. “I’m not ready for this kind of night out yet GP. Next time. K?”

I said “K. That’s cool. But… Um… How about another traverse?”

Ol bicep keyed in with a simple “W3rd.”

And I was off.

Ahh. 5.10. Ding dong the double digit is dead. emma had been the one that pushed the envelope from the 5.7 to the 5.8 and then the 5.8 to the 5.9. I followed along happily. She’s been unable to climb a touch longer than me because of a foot injury. Sadness.

Tonight that pattern changed. Jumping to a 5.10 was, I don’t know how to phrase it, it was, sheesh, let’s see, nope. Nothin’. All I can say is I have this little voice cheering in my head.

The strange thing is the cheering isn’t surprise or glee. I think I knew I could do it but I’ve been on the slow path. emma has been the go-getter. I feel this driving desire to do more 5.10s now but there are so many other techniques I want to work on first. It is such a wonderful sport. I do believe my stomach will be a touch sore tomorrow. Insta-ab workout without one leg lift.

Ha. I climbed my first 5.10 today. It feels good. It feels really good.