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Like an English Novel? Early Morning Thoughts.

 It is raining and cool this morning, which is too bad, as today is our last day at the event, and a stadium day, which is usually a kind of dress up day, as we are just watching show jumping. We are up early in our little London house taking turns in the bathroom, making tea one at a time in the narrow galley kitchen and looking for the power converters (we have two between the five of us) to charge camera, phone and computer batteries.

Huff Post Blogs

I am not sure if my blogs are getting to the Huff Post or not, and I'd rather be watching the games here in London than fiddling with my computer-- so here is the one I just sent, just so you can read it, at least-- Now I'm off to watch the rest of the dressage tests at the horse arena across the park--

At the Olympics with Royalty and Commoners

First, Some Pictures

Sorry I've been slacking here, but the time change has me all off my writing schedule-- and we are very busy and I don't want to miss anything. As I write it is 9 in the morning here and midnight at home, and we have been out late and been gone all day everyday so far, but have a little breather until noon today. We spent two days before the games began touring about London and the sort of nearby country side  by train and car.

Post Card from the Trip to London (We've made it to Virginia)

Grandma Joanne has just finished  ironing the sheets for the guest bed and is now packing while watching Fox News. I, the sun worshiper, have moved inside to read the new John Irving novel because it is too hot on the porch, but I thought I'd take a minute to share a post card from the trip so far-- from Haines AK to Juneau to Seattle to Middleburg VA. We are about halfway to London. (We leave tomorrow evening.) 

Sunday's Thought (more of a ramble today)

Grandma Joanne and I are safely at the farm in Virginia where all the neighbors are very happy about the rain after a dry spell (over an inch yesterday), and the cool temperatures, after weeks of three digit heat it's about 65. The flights were long, crowded and turbulent with delays for thunderstorms at both Seattle and Dulles. There was a lot of puking, but thankfully not from either of us. During one rattling stretch a man yelled for a towel as the flight attend lurched toward her jump seat, and hollered that she couldn't risk being killed over a little vomit.



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