I had a cat I named 'basket cat" , BC for short, just because he loved sleeping in baskets. Most cats do. I had another I named "case" because she was a genuine case. Now there's Simba. Today he has been aggressively all over me, grabbing for my food, jumping into my lap, hugging my hands when he can get them, purring, climbing. So much right here, right with me. I love it. He's a case but I love it.
I am headed for Kandahar, which doesn't start until 4:30. I hope to get into another camera shop or two to look at digital cameras. Part of my research. Actually, getting the feel of the camera I think I want. If it's right I am sure it will speak to me.
This morning's hike was around the Oceano lagoon. Short - 1.5 files - and flat. So no real workout there. But quite beautiful. I surely will return. Here's an idea:
One of those questions I ask myself: why does it bother me to see women who wear their hair so that little strands are falling out? I know it is just a hairstyle but it seems to be a kind of role they are playing as well. A pretense. I also dislike clothing that duplicates a little girl's clothing. Let's pretend we are ten years old but let's get up in front of the courtroom and deliver an address and expect the jury to respect us...why should clothing matter? Maybe it doesn't but to me it seems it does.