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July 16, 2010


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I am now awaiting reports from Susan that she has taken up climbing. Combined with hooping, possibly.

Top of the world, Ma!

One thing I've learned from reading these books is that I certainly have no business whatsoever attempting high-altitude mountaineering. If nothing else, I have a real problem with heights and the idea of dangling from ropes over an abyss does not remotely appeal. And I don't like being cold.

I believe my sister has been to Everest Base Camp. But I'll just see the IMAX film to experience as much of Everest as I need to.

My mother is a hiking guide in the Catskills and Adirondacks -- for a retiree, she has a formidable amount of energy -- and at some point this fall she hopes to take me to do a little gentle up-and-down strolling in Harriman. Nothing I can't do in high-top sneakers. Nothing technical.

a little gentle up-and-down strolling

Mom to herself: "The fool believed me. Bwahahahah!!!"

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