Laughing Knees

For anyone who has driven their car to a trailhead, hoisted on their backpack, and stepped away from the tarmac onto a path leading a week through a region cut off from help or convenience, the first sense of how big the world is and how small each of us are might feel quite familiar.

Coup de Vent of London and the North will be attending a women’s silent vigil tomorrow night, in protest of Bush’s visit to Britain.

Sometimes I wonder about people’s ability to really empathize and understand other people, especially those whom they dislike or are fighting with.

I’m having somewhat a hard time feeling generous at the very moment. I opened my blog this evening and discovered that someone had gone into my blogroll account, deleted all my blog links in my blogroll, and put 25 links to their own blog instead ( http://rockergirl.zapto.org ).

My pet Red Slider Turtle Pepe, now about six years old, spends ninety percent of his time sleeping upon the sunning rock in his aquarium. Weeks go by without his doing more than waking, eating, defecating, and sleeping once again.