We learn in the days ahead what will come in the days that follow

The progression...




oh well, you fall out of things every so often.....

Vaulting

The fact that my boobs are right in Rachele's face belies the history of vaulting. Although historical references are vague, it seems there was a strong military component, as soldiers and knights had to hoist themselves onto the horse with straight legs so as not to stab themselves or their steed with the sword. This may be more myth, but I like the idea.
Poncho should be relieved we're not equipped with swords, as my vault-ons look a bit like drunken cowboy jumping on with the posse in pursuit, hanging on the side until I finally can swing my leg up.

Sundays

This picture probably encapsulates my, or what I hope is, life philosophy. We're outside, my dog Paka is smiling in the foreground, I'm upside down trying out a move that is initially scary, but fun at the same time, with a friend who is as willing to try out new things.
Off screen, hoopers are dancing, and the man who took the picture is a handsome guy who is half-nekked.
Nice.
What better way to experience Sunday morning.
Some people are in church, some are reading the NY Times, others likely have a hangover, but I'm glad we're here.