Me and Skully walked along the river trail this morning for a while, talking and sweating. We are both what you'd call enthusiastic sweat-ers. We walk and yak and complain and sweat with abandon. Then we pause under the highway for a drink (of water) and then we walk back. I let my poison-tree-frog-kite out of the trunk for a few minutes but the wind was too intermittent for it to really fly well so I put it away. On the 3rd of September we're going to a kite festival in Two Rivers (Cookie's coming too) mostly to watch the pros fly kites and gawk around, but I want to fly mine a bit too. We talked about how the weather's getting more favorable for us to do a little geocaching soon, how we want to bag a few finds before the snow flies again. This afternoon Durwood and I are meeting our attorney to get our wills and powers-of-attorney papers all hammered out. I suggest you be nice to us if you want to be considered for a bequest. Not that we've got a lot to bequeath but you don't want to miss out on the fun once we're worm food. We have some cool stuff, not a lot but some.
August 22--Joseph Mallord William Turner, View of London from Greenwich.
You ever been to London?
It's like a real place,
you know.
Actual English people all over
there,
with accents and everything.
Ann spent a semester near there.
I visited.
We rode the Tube,
a double-decker bus,
saw Big Ben,
the Tower of London,
Shakespeare's Globe Theater.
The British Museum is free.
That week with my daughter was
priceless.
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Time to go to the bank and the birdseed store. Adios!
--Barbara
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