sadness

I was sitting at the back doorstep and I met two slugs munching on catfood crumbs. They sometimes try to sneak into my bedroom in the garage or into the sweater I am wearing. So the catfood-loving slugs are not welcome on the back porch. The cats don't seem to care for them, either. I got the salt shaker in the kitchen and added about 2 tsp. of plain salt. They started writhing and oozing. It was too painful to watch them die. Last week a man at Bible study asked me how I can have so much tender pity for the innocent suffering of animals but still enjoy eating them for lunch. I don't know.

DNA of a week in yosemite

wished i was a cow
saw waterfalls
vas victimized by tree snowballs
cried about disabled puppies in diapers
cried about homeowners who had their study remodelled
saw a chalupa-cobra
saw a hippo licking a crocodile
climbed to the top of a 2700 ft cliff
climbed down
went bum-sledding
at snow apples
flirted using a rolling snow-cinnamon-bun
met foreigners
wished i was a bus driver
was mistaken for a foreigner
got locked out
knitted
encountered bucks and does
ate a lot of french fries
missed Willis
hiked in the dark
forgot my flashlight
had insomnia
cried about an orphaned polar bear
at ice cream
wished i was a hotel maid
missed my paints
threw a book in the trash
had nightmares
wore purple pants that used to be orange
gloated
coveted
contemplated the existence of aliens
watched the Breakfast Club
felt spiritually oppressed
saw a fox
got swollen hands