Wow. Things are looking nasty in Great Britian. I heard about the explosions in the London transit this morning while dropping Ian off at work, and was suprised to find my eyes welling up with tears. When I got home, I went to CBC.ca and read a little more about what happened. I remember taking the underground, the first time I ever got on the train in London was at King's Cross station. They are saying now that they think at least 40 people died. I know that it isn't close to what happened in New York, but still, it's horrifying, and seems much more personal to me. I've been to London, I love it there. I have family there. Right now I'm just praying that Karen or her fiancee weren't taking the tube to work this morning. I'll have to call my dad tonight and find out if he knows anything.
Meanwhile, further north in Scotland, the peaceful protesters at the G8 have started rioting. I'm not really sure how I feel about it. I have never been one to protest in the streets, and the thought of being even on the fringe of a riot scares me so much that I don't want to leave my safe little house. I can see why they are protesting, and I understand that a mob of people will do very different things than each individual would ever do on their own. Still though, I really don't think rioting is going to make the G8 nations any friendlier, or liklier to listen to your opinion, no matter how valid it is.
In other, happier news...the swimming lessons are going well, I guess. I have fun at least. I am fairly certain that there are many many things that Mary would prefer to be doing...but she doesn't cry much. I have to admit, yesterday I dunked her whole head under the water. She didnt mind the dunking, but when she comes out of the water, she sniffs, and ends up inhaling the drops of water on her nose. I think we are going to miss the lesson tommorow though, she's got her vaccine appointment first thing in the morning, so we are likely just going to take it easy for the rest of the day.