So tall, silent, against the sky, up into the clouds... (Moutains, Manowar)
There are no old bad mountain climbers...
They focus on safety... determination... passion... luck...
The past week was a blur. Mathias had surgery, Sebastian was sick, Heidi took a night off (rare and well deserved for her). I took a morning off to recover and then spent the afternoon tending to the boys. Both are cranky and exhibiting appropriate frustrations. Work was hopping, and my father had surgery which I could not attend. Mathias took my water glass, bit it, and filled his mouth with broken glass. While I was dealing with that sickening experience, it sounded like Sebastian fell down the stairs, but luckily it was just that he pushed the carpet cleaner down to the basement, which shattered into a million bazillion pieces. We went for a calming walk outside after that, and I shook my fist at the gods whenever the boys looked away.
I wanted this, I wanted the hardest possible path with the most rewards. I wouldn't change a thing. But holy moly, these bones are tired. One more mountain in this MBA to climb, then rest.
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR