My new toy was defeating me, but now I’m winning. PVC pipe + rope = ‘rings’. For first two days, dips too hard; I’m too used to bars and couldn’t control the swing. Felt happier after fifty this morning though.

On another note altogether, went to arts group BBQ yesterday. Very nice people, mostly new, and a good time. Encouraged, and wrote a poem I much wanted to write in the afternoon. Saturday night was climax of weeks of wobbliness, and after grasping things again late on Sat night, felt ready for a cathartic scribble.