Back to England

This sign used to stand atop a pole in front of a mobile home park near the house where I grew up. I always liked it as a kid. I'm not sure why they took the pole away, but now the sign is attached to a fence. What do you suppose got covered up by the word "HOME"? Do the Disney people know about this?

Well, this evening I fly back to England. I gotta say I am ready to go. I love my family, but I want to get home.

Last night I went out to dinner with my step-sister, her husband and their cousin, who I suppose is my...step-cousin? (It's all so complicated.) She's 15 years younger than me, and I hadn't seen her since she was about five -- so it's been a while. I think Duran Duran was still making hit records! Anyway, we had a good time at a posh little restaurant and then went to a bar that was far swankier than anything I knew existed in north Tampa. I had wine but kept it to a minimum for fear of awakening the gastritis monster.

Speaking of which, that's been much better since I began taking my Nexium last week. I have a doctor's appointment on Monday morning in London. Another good reason to go home.

This is what's waiting for me:

Dave sent that picture via Facebook this morning. Look at Olga, soaking up the London sunshine! The brown thing on the grass is Dave's favorite sweatshirt, though, so I guess it must not be super warm, at least in the early mornings. Here in Florida, it's hard to imagine that it's not sweltering everywhere.