Okay: 1500 words on Grail, which gets me to 302 pages and makes me feel like a Real Girl--and I got the Moby Smurfberry back, with new rear brakes and blower motor. I really like the new mechanic I took it to--Main Street Auto in Manchester, which turned it around in 24 hours and stuck to their estimate, even though it turns out the car needed rear cylinders, too. (Good thing the new brakes work. There was a panic stop on the way to the gym when somebody cut me off and then braked sharply. Yep. Car stops. Huzzah!)
So while I was sitting on the couch wrangling wordcount, having already put on my pajamas and bathrobe, TBRE called to say hey, she and another friend were going climbing, did I want to come? After some wibbling I wound up going, once I finished my six pages, and boy am I glad I did. Because not only did I nail a 5.9 I could barely get on six weeks ago (nine pounds apparently equates to climbing half a grade better), but I also redid some old stuff better than I had before, and then The Jeff found a new route in the corner--
with my name on it. Literally.
I have been teasing one of the route setters for a while about the geriatric route in the corner, which was so old it was the first or second 5.7 I ever finished. Well, it's gone, and now there's a white route called "Sarah Says." (For those of you tuning in, Sarah is my first name. Elizabeth and Bear are both middle names. My last name is long and unpronounceable, thus the truncation for book cover purposes.)
They named a route after me.
I feel so totally like a girl who belongs somewhere it isn't even funny. What a terribly unfamiliar and wonderful sensation.
And because I happened to be there at the right time, I got the first ascent on it. Now that is serendipity.
Best! Day! Ever!
Because I have had such an awesome day, I bring you something utterly wonderful. If you have never heard (or heard of) Mississippi John Hurt, this should make your day. This is what a master looks like: