...went to the OSU Rec Center Climbing Gym last night. By the time I finished with a mere 4 routes on top-rope my forearms and hands were reduced to gnarled, useless clubs. I've never been one for endurance climbing but last night may have marked a new low. That evening, however, found me in a rare optimistic mood. I saw the potential for a renewed emphasis on recreation and getting into the outdoors.
In other news, I received my score for the Professional Practice Soil Science Exam. I passed with a 90%. This should be the last hurdle to getting the vaunted Certified Professional Soil Scientist (CPSS) title. ...not sure what this gets me except a couple of letters to throw after my name. However, that's what I set out to accomplish when I signed up for the Fundementals Exam last year when I was in the job market. In the end, I think I've finally gotten straight all those cryptic terms that they use in the biz: albic, kandic, ustic, udic... bleh.
Lately I've been thinking about bentwood boxes. Not just their beauty and unique construction, but their utility in traditionally storing the most valued possessions of a family. It leads me to pose the following question: What would go in my bentwood box (if I had one)? What would go in your's?
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