We rolled into the driveway at 1 a.m. C heard us come upstairs and was ready with a sleepy hug and kiss. M woke up early this morning and R went to get her; it seemed to take a while to dawn on her who it was. But she was awake enough by the time I came downstairs to come RUNNING.
However, Grandma Camp has been a huge hit. Children’s performance at Wolftrap, swimming, carousel and train at local park, Trader Joe’s chicken nuggets on many nights.
And we have just discovered that M knows her colors. Another activity of Grandma Camp?
Those of you who live in and around NYC—you had lightning last night, right? We saw it from the plane. Cool.
We bought HP7 (two copies, Sherry—one for your daughter, e-mail me) after Iona, in Oban, to enjoy over the three upcoming train rides. We finished before rolling into London. I am tired of preaching Harry Potter, but I do wish I could do a follow up sermon. It ain’t Narnia, but it’s close. And many of my predictions were right on.
People smoke a lot more over there, but they also seem to walk more, so maybe it’s a wash health-wise.
Not having haggis was my one disappointment of the trip.
And finally, two conversations in London:
The first, on the Tube on the way to King’s Cross:
PA system [in a woman’s crisp voice]: This is the Piccadilly Line train to Cockfosters.
R: [chuckling to himself]
RM: Are you going to laugh every time that announcement comes on?
R: [pause] Yes.
The second, in Heathrow before coming home:
RM: [upon returning from the bathroom] Y’know, having sampled the various kinds of hand dryers that the UK has to offer, I’ve gotta say that the best by far is World Dryers made in Berkeley, Illinois.
R: Yes, if there’s one thing we do well it’s energy-sucking appliances.
RM: I thought you were going to say hot air.
It’s great to be home. More later.
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Welcome home!
So glad you are home. Can’t wait to hear more.
Tee hee! Love the conversations! So glad you are home! I bet those girls were happy to see you.
I would love a follow-up HP sermon. This book deserves one. I’m a huge Narnia and Lord of the Rings fan…but Rowling’s grasp on love is unbelievable and runs a close race with Narnia.
Anytime you want to “gab” HP let me know.
New York may have had lightning last night, but New Yorkers had two glasses of wine with their Middle Eastern Mixed Grill, and thus can neither confirm or deny.
Spam or scrappie would be American substitutes for haggis.
Welcome home. I hope your re-entry is smooth. (Why is it re-entry and not just entry?)
Anyway, I am right with ‘R’ on his chuckle… can’t help it.
Welcome home! I did the same thing when I was in DC and the subway came to the Foggy Bottom train stop.
Can’t wait to read more about the trip.
welcome home.
Don’t be disappointed about the haggis. It’s truly awful stuff. No way to treat a baby or his mother.
Great to have you back home!
I had some very good haggis in Glasgow. Just sayin’.
I love European place names. Remember a train station in France with a sign that the train was to Brest and Quimper. The man I was with said, “Oh, Mademoiselle, I want to see your Brest Quimper!”
Somehow this remains insanely funny 20 years later.
What will smama said. Snort!!
Giggling madly. Welcome home!
The only good thing about haggis is the shot of Scotch they give you to douse it with. And the only appropriate thing to do with the Scotch is to drink it, not waste it on the haggis. Whoever figured out that stuffing a sheep’s stomach with oatmeal would be something edible? Blech!
I can hear R saying those things…
Welcome back. Thanks for the funny conversations, esp. about the hand dryers and hot air vs. energy sucking devices!
Welcome home!
And the haggis….*shudders*
We laughed at Cockfosters, too.
I heard a Scottish woman once describe making haggis, starting off with “first, you take all the icky bits, and boil them in a big pot!”
Yeah, I won’t be eating that any time soon!
And R and I must have the same sense of humor…
Yes your predictions for HP7 were scarily accurate. I loved the name of the second son. That’s when I cried.
the best laugh we had in N. Ireland was a sign at a gas station (this was during Crusty Ol Sem’s Jan. adventures abroad) - the sign said “Please feel free to attend to yourself.”
Hmmm….we were tired. Our minds wandered to a number of possible, eh, intepretations. Sure gave another way to say “self-service!”
Loved the notes - glad it was a grand get-away and that you are, as they say, safe home.