Blustery, beautiful, busy: London

It's been 40 years since I lived in London as a college student.  We both have changed a bit over time, but we still recognize one another. We belong together, even when cold and cranky.

The tube and taxis never fail to transport me to a nearly forgotten time, and the art compels me. I enjoyed wanderings with colleagues, a bit of sight seeing, and a mindboggling visit to the Tate Modern where the work of Damien Hirsch is featured. Butterflies (along with sharks and lambs) made visitations there as well.     

The Tea Party Movement

Long before the recent political debates in this country, I've been committed to tea parties in their original environs. No better place to indulge my habit than in Oxford (England!). Returning to familiar lanes and pathways, I found most compatible literary company as well--in the well wrought shadows of JK Rowling, CS Lewis, JRR Tolkien, Lewis Carroll and the like. Thankfully, Alice herself invited me to a tea party!

Also at the Story Museum, across from Christ's Church College, I encountered a most amazing story loom that gathers ideas and mixes them with emotions, therby weaving stories together. I almost found inspiration there myself. 

Maybe next time!

Post Peachtree Partum Party Syndrome

Peachtree Ron Runs Again:  33 years and counting! 

It doesn't get much more patriotic than spending the afternoon on our front porch with 3 Apple devices (no doubt made in China) and a beer (from Belgium).  Unless its spending the morning greeting the tired runners after another successful Peachtree Road Race. 

Our party, downsized from earlier eons, now consists of a beer truck at the end of the race, a few snacks, a gaggle of good friends, and any passersby who happen to look thirsty. (There are at least 50,000 of them nearby). 

I admirably fulfilled my traditional duties by doing almost nothing at all, a true pleasure on a porch swing. Someone has to be lazy!