Walk to Rivendell: The Eowyn Challenge

I find this semi-hilarious, but actually perhaps not a bad idea. Gacked from theonering_net. This is an online group of LOTR fans who have hit upon a novel way to get fit--by sharing a commitment to walk as far as Rivendell. More. Anyone can join.

Listening

Listening to the news is so difficult and painful. I hate hearing what's going on; I hate hearing all the platitudes and bloviating. I detected signs of bad stress from the girls two weeks ago. We have always listened to NPR's All Things Considered on the way home from work/day care, but two weeks ago, I switched to the classical radio station. But that wasn't good enough. Even on the classical station, they were breaking in about once every fifteen minutes with war bulletins.

Last night, I was fixing dinner, and I thought, well, it'd be pretty safe to tune in during NPR's Marketplace, just for a sec to find out how the stock market did today. So I tuned in, and there in the middle of Marketplace they were talking about dead American soldiers who were shot in the forehead and other American POWs who were being displayed on TV, and American stations weren't showing this, but Al Jazeera was, and gee, should American stations follow suit? I hurried over to the radio and turned it off, my gorge rising. I looked over at Fiona.

"Why don't you bring along some CDs in the car tomorrow, and we can listen to those instead?" she said wearily.

So that's what we'll do.

Going to bed. Sick at heart.