Jul 24
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
I can't walk to see a lot of my favorite people but I can call them. I missed being able to pick up the phone and catch up with people.
This afternoon I realized the universe has been telling me to call a very old friend. I talk to him maybe once a year or so; I think it might be guy-protocol rather than girl-protocol. The universe wasn't worried about me calling him, although it was insistent. So I did. He said he was up to his armpits in pachysandra, which sounds like pachyderms but isn't.
Al accuses me of calling people when I have nothing to say, but really it is just visiting. A different kind of visiting.
I wasn't sure I'd be able to post this today - apparently there was a blackout in San Francisco that took out the servers for Typepad, but here we are.
In the ongoing vacation retrospective:
We spent a couple days in London. My favorite part was the Thames. We spent some very happy time on a boat going to Greenwich to see Mr. Harrison's clocks and 0 longitude, we took a ride (I refuse to call it a "flight") on the Eye, which has bones almost as interesting as the Eiffel tower and we saw dragons everywhere, which I had to photograph for a friend's daughter who wants to grow up to be a dragonologist.
The Eye was very stable, and not at all like being on a ferris wheel. But it felt like it was missing something. I wanted to install some of the sliders that kids put on the spokes of their bikes, that would go up and down the spokes of the wheel as it turned...
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