Every once in awhile two things collate perfectly. This time it is my choice to read "A Walk in the Woods" by Bill Bryson. It has been sitting on my shelf for years and I have been running my fingers over it now and then. Once in awhile I would pick it up and open the pages, pinch my lips together with a "humpf" and put it back down.
Sometimes the walls feel like they are moving in closer and closer. Sometimes it seems like they have those huge spikes as they move. Kinda like those 80's action movies - Indiana Jones comes to mind, where the hero escapes barely in time as the spikes come together like sharp pointy teeth. I have been having some of those feelings, except my spiked walls come with a sharp and resonating whining sound similar to the hurricane warning horn every wednesday efternoon at 1:oo.
Anyway, "A Walk in the Woods" has been a great antedote for this feeling. I cannot wait to pick it up again and take in another chapter.
By the way, the book is an autobiographical account of Bill Bryson's hike along the 2000 plus miles of Appalachian Trail, from Georgia to Maine. His companion is an overweight and overbearing old friend from 25 years ago.
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