The Procedure

Olga and I came across this bag sitting beside a public trash can while out on our walk several days ago. Remember when I went to see that Rolling Stones exhibit? It was such a hot event here, and now it's moved to New York, I think -- and the bag has become anybody's rubbish. Oh, impermanence!

Dave's procedure (that euphemism again) took a bit longer than expected yesterday, but things went pretty much without a hitch. There were a few minor surprises but nothing serious. I know Dave was relieved when it was over and he was finally able to eat again. He finished around 2:30 p.m., and the poor guy hadn't eaten anything since breakfast the previous day.

I'd like to say we went out and celebrated with lobster thermidor, but we actually came home for tuna fish.

It was just as well we were occupied with all that, though, because there was a tube strike yesterday and apparently getting around London was a challenge. There was a lot of extra traffic -- the school where we work issued special directives for where cars could and couldn't go on campus, and poor Olga's dog walking outing was hours late. She wasn't even picked up until about 3:30 p.m., and she got home at nearly 7 p.m., well after dark.

In the interim it poured rain, but she came home dry so she must have been en route in the van when that happened.

Otherwise I worked yesterday on my other major archiving project (aside from photos), which is transcribing my old journals. Yes, I'm still at it. I'm up to June 1994. This will keep me busy for years, but I really like the opportunity to go back and reread everything, and to pair the entries with photos from the time. I've already used the blog search function to help me find events quickly -- something I could never do when all that writing was on paper. Having digital versions will be incredibly handy!