Last night was spent not on getting my Black Friday sale together as planned... but at a climbing gym wearing a harness up the crotch and uncomfortably small shoes. Never a dull moment, right?
Here's the thing - Sam (like his mama) is a Border Collie. Very much exercise is required to maintain a cheery disposition. Otherwise... well it's not intentional, but it's not all that pretty either. And it's getting cold, which limits his usual options. So off we went to the climbing gym.
It was pretty fun, with the potential for very much future fun. But here's the thing... I took a rappelling class in college where we rappelled off the side of the ROTC tower, and it was really driven home that when you're the belay person you're literally the only thing stopping the climber from falling to their (possible? probable?) death. But I had kind of forgotten that, so when we showed up and they started showing us how to tie in using a figure 8 knot, and then ran us through the belay fundamentals, I kind of thought we should have lingered more on the "check all of the points of the knot, IF YOU WANT TO AVOID CATASTROPHE." And while the instructor was thorough, I was still surprised that they seemed to think we were in any way qualified to do this on our own next time. They explained how we were now ready and could take the belay test, and I was all "Come again?" Yeah, no way I'm going to trust my child to the figure 8 knot and belay technique I practiced once for a half hour. So, looks like I know how I'm going to be spending a few future nights. Remedial belay class, here I come.