My father’s trial ended today. The six-person jury was unable to reach unanimous consent, so that’s neither the best nor the worst outcome. Still, given the circumstances, the indecision seems relatively decent news. Now it’s all up to the insurance people and the opposing team: do they want to double down, settle, or fold? Hopefully, we’ll know in the next few weeks.
At least my family can chill out a bit now. Geez, they were all super stressed. Both mom and dad couldn’t sleep. Even Johnny stuck around a few extra days to help my father prepare and watch the trial. Now it’s time to decompress. At the end of the month, the parentals head back to Taiwan. Should be a pleasant respite.
As for me, my rock climbing class started last Wednesday. I don’t know what I was thinking… I mean, hello, I am scared of heights, and certainly a 30-foot wall constitutes a pretty high place. Ah well, something new to try, I guess. Face my fears or whatever.
The class ran about two hours, and god did I start to stress out about everything I had to learn: all the goddamn safety checks with the harness, the knotting, the roping, the grigri gadget or whatever. Seriously, what was I thinking? There is something very stupid about taking up a sport my personal safety relies largely on another person. Fortunately, Tina is someone I know and trust. But even then, it was very difficult letting go of the rock to dangle 30 feet in the air. I just kept thinking head trauma and brain damage.
Surprisingly, climbing itself wasn’t so bad, and my palms didn’t really get sweaty. Mostly, it was my feet. Those damn rock climbing shoes. They curled the frickin’ circulation out of my toes, and my feet hurt like hell. This week, I’m going to stretch those suckers out as much possible before the next class. Screw uncomfortable shoes. I’m not up on the feet binding thing.
As for the gym, it was a bit dingy but since I get a whole month’s membership as part of the class, you know me, I’m going to max out as much as possible. Yup, I’m going to work the yoga classes and the sauna room. The plan is to wake my ass up ultra early to squeeze those activities in before work. We’ll see how it all pans out. I’d better not get too ambitious too early: I still have to pass a test and get belay certified before the next class. I’m not too worried: I’ve already been practicing with knotting a shoestring. I know, I’m a nerd in everything I do.