It’s December and here I am writing about Halloween. Blame it on a combination of lack of time and too much to post about. That’s right, I’ve been so busy with my exciting life that my many enthralling recaps have piled up… yeah, that sounds good so I’ll go with that.

Besides our all-consuming Halloween party, we took part in a few other traditional fall activities this year. For starters, we went to Cornbelly’s with our usual gang. The weather was abnormally pleasant, which resulted in even larger crowds than typical. Hence, the pumpkin-to-people ratio was objectionable. We carried on though and tried to misplace ourselves in the Peanuts corn maze only to find it a tough task given that the stalks were merely waist-high in many spots. We consoled ourselves by gobbling fried Oreos and playing corn ball with a ball too flat to grasp. Then, we concluded the evening by laying Jim six feet under, well more like three feet over, in a corny beach. It may sound like we had a nearly horrible time from my recount but that just wasn’t the case. Fun was had for friends can work wonders even with a stunted maze.

Jason and I, no matter how crazy October gets, always make time for a Halloween dinner… and by “always” I mean the last four or five years. This year, we made a Leatherface potpie and scissor finger cake. The potpie, with its homemade crust, was fantastic but the cake was not satisfactory according to my refined taste buds. You see, I asked Jason to buy some pasteurized eggs or pasteurized-egg product for the cake since it would not be cooked. He purchased an egg-white blend that was salted and seasoned with garlic. I never made it past my first scissor serving. However, Jason’s hillbilly tasters didn’t notice the unfitting flavor combinations so he got to finish the whole dessert.

Although October was a while back, I’m pretty sure we had some good times during it between party planning and scholastic projects. If we didn’t, my memory ain’t what it used to be and you will never know the difference. Wahaha…

Recently, our friend Adam visited from out of state. Remembering how much he liked indoor rock climbing, we invited him to join us for an evening at Momentum doing precisely that. Adam, excitable in general, was especially excited about this. His enthusiasm was not misplaced; we had a fantastic time completely depleting ourselves.

Something may be troubling you. Namely, why would someone with an aversion to high places exert a lot of effort to pull herself into one? Don’t try to make sense of it; simply think of it as a warped kind of therapy. Sure, my hands shook the first time I went up the wall, like they always do on my initial climb, but I relaxed after a bit and had the satisfaction of knowing I’d taken a little more power away from that which frightens me.

Yes, we had a tremendous and exhausting time… not to mention an amusing one. Have you ever seen a T. rex try to do a pull-up? Yup, that’s why rock climbing with me is highly entertaining.

Incidentally, three is a perfect size for a rock-climbing group. Everyone gets a lot of wall time but also breaks here and there to get a grip on their grip.