I’d like to try this rock climbing thingy. There’s a fake rock face in a two story building that I have my on, and that might be mine if only I could control my sweaty hands. Somewhere between 3 and 5 bucks makes it quite a steal to have dominance over my fears. .

There is ugliness inside me. There is fear, anger, resentment, and other weaknesses of character I have yet to control. My temperment showing itself like air leaking from a tire, I reprimand this young lady for her leak on the floor. Trained in the customs of the world, we should know how to behave, and how to treat each other. Courtesy is sympathetic understanding. Where is my heart? How will I be treated when I no longer have control over my own bowls? Will I be met with a similar slip of emotion?

This driver probably didn’t want to park in a handicap spot. Is this a better alternative?

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