Thursday, August 28, 2014

Stonehenge

It was on my life-list, and Julianne's bucket-list. Whatever you call it, we wanted to go there. 
Stonehenge - the main structure
We opted for a very special privilege - going into the circle among the stones after the park closed at 7 pm. We got the last places on the only tour still available during our time in England. Anderson tours, well recommended by us. Our guide, Patrick Shelley was excellent--find his tours and take them.

Oh, it rained. Not cold, but it sure was wet -- yet better to go than not!
Our guide, Patrick Shelley, wet
Three stops on this tour - Avebury, West Kennet Long Barrow, and Stonehenge, in order of distance from London. 
The earliest stones at Avebury

Avebury presents itself as a large stone circle enclosing two smaller circles and some free-standing stones. It started with a single stone (see above, on the left) about 5000 years ago. Then over time a deep circular ditch, a henge, was dug with very simple tools - antler picks, shovels from the shoulder-blades of oxen, and wicker baskets to haul the debris. The ditch, about a mile around, was surrounded by a circular bank, and gradually more than a hundred stones were erected inside the henge.  

It fell out of use after about a thousand years, its purpose then forgotten. Thousands of years after that, during the Middle Ages, many stones were toppled and buried at the behest of the Church which had nothing good to think about them. Some stones were broken up and used to build a village in the center of the circle. 
House (now a shop) built from Avebury stone

The village is still there, but an early archaeologist named Alexander Keiller bought the whole place and reconstituted the circle as much as possible starting in the 1920s, digging up the old stones, putting markers where stones are gone, and taking down houses inside the circle. The National Trust owns the land now and continued his project so that only a few buildings remain and there is a better sense of the original.

We stood in the rain and tried to imagine how people living then might have thought about the circle. It was hard. 

Julianne and I didn't go up to West Kennet Long Barrow, a wet hike of half a mile. We had seen similar graves in the Orkneys in 2005, and we'll see more in Morbihan in about 3 weeks. So, wimps that we are, we let that go.

As we got on toward Stonehenge itself the rain stopped and bits of blue sky appeared. The bus stopped at the visitor center, from which we took a park-owned shuttle. As we approached the site, the last day visitors were leaving (they were confined behind a fence, and couldn't get very close at all), and little sprinkles hinted at a return of the rain. 

 Visitor center
Almost there!

And then, there we were! Rain again, but there we were, standing where people stood, and labored, and dreamed, some 4500 years ago. 


We figured probably the builders and users of Stonehenge got rained on many a time. The evening got darker (I've lightened these pictures). No glorious sunset this time. You can read the next 4 pictures left to right, top to bottom in a row.


 

Top to bottom, left to right, in a string


A couple more shots

If you look back at the first picture of me and Julianne standing under the entry arch, behind us is a stone standing with a bump on its top - that's this stone that's standing here in this left-hand picture, with people looking at it. Its partner has fallen and is closer to the camera. 

The right-hand picture shows grafitti carved into the stone. The top carving is the name of a watercolorist from the 19th century; then older and older going down until you see those shadowed dents in the rock at the bottom of the picture, that seem to have been made when Stonehenge was in active use. They seem to represent a dagger (left) and an upright axe head (in the middle). There are actually a few dozen of these axe head carvings, but the rest are so shallow they don't show in this picture. (Thus Nancy...Julianne follows)

Stonehenge is grand for thinking big thoughts about the thousand years that it was used.  Much archaeology has been done in recent years and somewhat more is known now than before.  The earliest stone, the heel stone, was set about 3600 BC and the ditch built just after that.  But the area had been used for other unknown ceremonial purposes for several hundred years before that, and the National Trust park includes many other barrows, circles and other prehistoric alterations of the land.

At the museum of London, I learned that farming groups probably entered what is now the British Isles about 5000 BC with their farming and animal husbandry systems more or less intact.  Their way of life was not invented here, rather the farmers who had gradually moved across Europe with their cattle, wheat, barley, etc. brought their way of life here too, eventually and gradually. No signs of warfare until much later.

One of the relatively recent discoveries at Stonehenge is of a living area fairly nearby which had houses almost exactly the same as those at Scara Brae in the Orkneys, which we visited in 2005.  The Stonehenge houses were not inhabited all year round and it is thought they were used in the winter for working and feasting gatherings.  The living area seems to have been built over about a year, and required about 6,000 people to do the work. 
Sample houses at Visitor Centre

Stonehenge was apparently a ritual center and was actually built and rearranged several times over some 1,000 years of active use. The area around Stonehenge is not very good farm land and most food will have been carried in. An analysis of the animal bones in the living area, thought to have been food brought and eaten by people gathering there, shows that the animals came from as far away as Scotland.  

6,000 people working away in the winter rain about 5000 years ago.  It boggles my mind.

The recent discoveries lead current theories toward the idea that the winter solstice was the important feast day, not the summer solstice.  The stones do line up for the sunset on the winter solstice, possibly more perfectly than the summer one.  

As our guide pointed out, farmers are very busy in the summer. It is unlikely that you could hold the work parties and feasting in summer - but winter is a good time for gathering and doing grand mutual projects. He repeated what one of the archaeologists had proposed - that Stonehenge was a winter-time center for the three Fs: fighting, feasting, and frolicking. That was fun to think about.

The cultural similarities between Stonehenge and stone circles elsewhere in the British Isles, as well as stone ovals and avenues in Brittany, are striking.  Dating is a bit ambiguous but it appears that the stone avenues in Carnac, France are older.  Some sites in Ireland may be older too.  Some of the sites may have been created by migrants from the earlier sites; some of the smaller places may have been of local ritual interest while Stonehenge and Carnac and some others attracted pilgrims from quite far away.  

Around 1500 BC the use of Stonehenge and other culturally-related sites diminished significantly, coinciding with a cooling climate. Later graves and earthworks show different type of burials and other notable differences, indicating different populations moving into the area and recognizing a good ritual site when they found one.

Stonehenge was intact but deserted and overgrown when the first written accounts were made by the Romans during their exploration of England. It remained relatively intact even as other sites such as Avebury and Brodgar (in the Orkneys) deteriorated. 

The Orkney stone breaks easily; Avebury was deliberately mined for its stone. Other places have fallen apart for different reasons. Saxons, Normans and later Britons have written about it and drawn it so we know where and how the stones were placed in addition to the archaeology. But we will never know what the builders were really thinking.

Since the next thing we plan to do on our voyage is to visit Brittany and Carnac, we will have more opportunity to think about of these early farming inhabitants of Europe.

Nancy and Julianne



Sunday, August 24, 2014

Oh, the Agony!

I've had nagging thoughts that we are not keeping in touch well enough, not sending enough postcards, not making enough FB posts, not writing personal emails very often. Further, I have hardly made any drawings for the past week. What happened?
The "office" on our host's dining-room table
This has been a week of traveler's angst. We have been chained to our desk - our host's dining-room table, actually - trying to find a livable place in Amsterdam for the second half of September. Or, maybe we want to spend part of that time in Texel? Or in Ede-Waginen, or maybe Brussels or Luxembourg, or even Rotterdam? What about the Hague? the North Sea dunes? What are the connections between these places, and then how do we go on to Spain for 3 weeks in October? and where in Spain? and how do we exit Spain for Italy? How many hours can we sit and stare at our laptops, getting blurry-eyed and cranky?

The tough travel connections make some things clear. We won't hop off the train for a couple days at Ede-Waginen near the Kroller-Muller Museum, because we'd have 4 changes with our luggage. So, Ede will be a day-trip from Amsterdam instead. Also, we cut the side-trips going south because of connections, which are less than easy.
Julianne takes a break, does sukoku
The train to Spain's a pain, that's plain. You really have to fly from Amsterdam to Barcelona. Then in Spain are lots of convenient trains to Madrid and all around, but eek! the prices! 

Oh wait, a Rube-Goldberg apparatus of discounts. 20% off for this, 40% off for that, and my favorite, 60% off if you buy four seats facing each other, whether or not you sit in all of them. There are multi-trip discounts, large-family discounts, old-age discounts, student discounts .... but no matter what, you can't take more than two big parcels or two live animals per person on the train.

So we got that sorted, as they say around here. Next. 

We kept having no luck finding places in Amsterdam at prices we could manage. Then after days of dither and hassle, all at once on Friday it all worked out. We just had to go far enough out, to an old industrial-cum-arts town, with a windmill museum and extensive surrounding marshes for bird-watching. Wormerveer. 

Our apartment faces a canal with working boats and a view of the distant city. The kitchen is teeny but the visuals are lovely, and frequent trains go directly to Amsterdam-Centraal in about 30 minutes. Two weeks of that for us.

Then Madrid for a week, then Tarragona (south of Barcelona) for 9 days or so, staying in a wee apartment actually inside a Roman-era wall. We seem to find more fun places on the margins of major places. Natually, we'll visit Barcelona. And it's from Barcelona that we'll start the next phase, taking a ferry to Genoa and a train to Pisa and then another train to Florence, to meet our friends and relations late in October. Whew!

After all that, on Satuday, time for an afternoon trip to the local farmers' market, held up the street from us at St. Mark's in Kennington Park. Conga drummers, honey stands, purveyors of specialty meats, and fruits, and veg, and so on. Even a coffee stand, gratefully.


Our take-home from the market included lovely perfect raspberries, English peas for shelling (sadly over the hill it turned out), sausage from the Giggly Pig, cheese from the Wyfe of Bath. So we had a good time, and felt better.


Wandering London

London thoughts—from Julianne

At museum of London.  Serious about archaeology and history here.  Beautiful museum—sleek, well displayed.  Prehistory and Romans hold me—maybe I will get up the energy for middle ages.  Not that interested in Sherlock Holmes despite my love of mystery stories. A great trove of photos has recently been bequeathed from Christina Bloom who took photos of much of early 20c London.  More will be done with her archive later but a small but moving exhibit of military men preparing to go off to WWI.  Lots here but, as usual, more than I can absorb.

The museum was developed around a section of the original Roman wall which you see out a long window or can go into the garden to walk along.  I just love this stuff and love the idea that this large complicated city values pre-history and history enough to create such a good museum.

Getting here was a wander.  Decided to take the 55 across Oxford Street to find Workshop Coffee—the other “coffee place to visit before one dies.”  So much construction that the bus went way off its route. But… Found. Tasted.  In both of the highly regarded places the coffee was sour to me—not my preferred taste.  A generation thing possibly, since Cara and some other younger friends seem to prefer a lighter roast which is a bit more sour than the dark roasts that I prefer.  I can quit visiting the coffee places on the list though.

Once out of the coffee stop, I found St John’s gate.  It is a museum too but I did not remain.  It led into a series of streets which included many priory, abbey and other buildings and streets.  The area is north of the original city wall.  I lunched in the churchyard of St Bartholomew now a parish church but originally an Augustinian abbey.  It was founded in 1123 so I am thinking the area was central in the high middle ages.  Monastic orders were still a major organizing principle of society at the time—really until the 1500’s. What a pleasure to be able to wander and find something intriguing around every corner.

Traveling in London has much to recommend it.  Interesting things everywhere, a given.  Everyone speaks English more or less so it is easy to have a conversation or eavesdrop on others chats.  Hygiene is easy—may not seem like that much of a thing but my travels have been more or less below  third world standards and I am appreciating the British legacy of science including hygiene.  Clean restrooms everywhere!  Several friends recommended using the busses to get around and I must thank them.  Busses are easy, go everywhere, you can see everything.

There is something to be said for fitting in physically too.  Until I open my mouth, I appear local.  Folks are friendly, easy to chat.  When we were at the proms the other day I felt even more at home—way many folks with wild white hair.  It seems to be a thing around here—men with longish white hair which goes where it wants.  Women have the same hair but tamped down a bit.  Somehow the proms attracted even more of them.  We plan to go to the John Ruskin House for a folk music evening on Sunday-will there be even more?  I may have really found my demographic.

Other random thoughts—
On Sunday morning we have the pleasure of a bell concert from the Church of St John the Divine a few blocks away.  Not even a big deal—just an ordinary local church with real bells and people who know how to ring them.  Maybe there is some sort of mechanical program to ring them but we get the pleasure.
BBC—great TV and in English.  We are following some British history shows which fit right in to our tourism.  Also, good newspapers. Not quite as hollowed out as the great papers in the US though no doubt locals would note a difference. And every paper seems to have sudokus—I am in heaven.

I have been pretty successful in my effort to ride every form of public transportation:  bikes, busses, tube, overground, national train.  Our host pointed out the DLR and Emirates cable car and more options—I might miss them.  We were at Greenwich and that is where we would get them—oh well! 

Our house is an ordinary townhouse in south London.  It is a pleasure to stay here and we have pretty much the run of the whole place.  Most other guests are a day or two but we had a couple of Australian guys in the beginning and enjoyed them.  It is a bit cool for breakfast in the garden but we persevere some days.  A few white roses are still peeking out and we clip them for the breakfast nook.  Today an orange rose emerged and is on the breakfast table now.  Somehow this must be the season for them as they are abundant all over London.  Glorious displays in the village near Hampstead Heath.  Anyway, we are much bonded with our house and neighborhood and it begins to feel like we really live here.  Nancy has even found a screwdriver and tightened the soap dish. Gary, our landlord, has a wealth of information about London and British life when we have time to chat in the kitchen.   Our grocery… Our bus routes…  We had a sweet time at the local market, held in the church ground about 8 blocks away.  Many local goodies for our meals this week.  This is what we had in mind when we began to wander.

Personally, I am enjoying the absence of something.  I do not feel exhausted all the time.  What exhilaration.  Quite a few years of constant zipping around time zones took more of a toll than I realized, it seems.  Good health! Yay!

Enough for now.



Monday, August 18, 2014

Going to the Proms

Days have run along. We realized we hadn’t kept up our calendar, and could we even remember what we did? Hm.

Friday we bused over to Greenwich to observe Greenwich Mean Time, and also to look at the Cutty Sark, now out of water at a tourist spot nearby. Greenwich Royal Observatory is all spacious lawns, a big hill with huge old trees bending gracefully, and old curious buildings. You can stand on the dateline, but you have to pay, so we didn’t – we crossed it going downhill. It was a lovely walk, and we saw wood pigeons and parakeets, definitely worthy birds.
Long slope, Greenwich Museum below, Isle of Dogs beyond, and my new shoes.

 
Greenwich Observatory - the date line is up there someplace

 
Museum entry with ship replica

The other very lovely experience in Greenwich was having a coffee in a book shop near the Cutty Sark, and browsing London-focused books. Quiet Places in London was one, and a diary of days when nothing happened was another. Very inspiring, this. Each “nothing happening” day turned into a loose anecdote, often a complete story in a single paragraph. Brilliant. If only I could remember the author or title.
Kind quote with our coffee

Anyway, after our coffee we took a wrong turn and got lost. Greenwich away from the tourist heart -- an odd, half-industrial port town with no detectable (by us) order to the streets. We wandered among cement depots and heavy equipment lots, slummy apartment buildings, and under the Overground tracks. Finally, asking our way (“you stick to the main street, luv” thus a sturdy old woman with a little dog) we came out on Greenwich High Street at a pub we recognized, the North Pole. Whew!
North Pole

We went home, giving up the fancy of going to Canada Water to see what it was like (that’s a bus stop, evidently in a port area much like Greenwich, of which we had had enough – we also didn’t go to Elmer’s End), cooked supper and watched the BBC Proms on tv.

“Proms” arises from Promenade, in this case (I thought) a showcase mostly for symphony orchestras around the UK, mainly in the Royal Albert Hall in July and August, with radio broadcast. After about a week, some appear on the telly. We heard Beethoven’s 3rd, and an Elgar song cycle. It turned out later, though, that "Proms" actually refers to the audience, standing up in cheap tickets on the main floor – they are in the promenade; they are Promming.

Saturday was a free-bikes day in London. We decided to promenade ourselves around Hyde Park, and after some trouble managed to figure out the awesome procedure of checking out a bike. Off we went, on a sunny, breezy ride, rather slow actually since the rest of London was also out in Hyde Park. Have you noticed how much harder it is to go slow than fast on a bike? Still, quite beautiful weather and everybody all smiles.

There’s a long skinny lake called the Serpentine running through the middle of the park east to west, and on the lake were swans, ducks, bright blue paddle boats, and rowing boats. A classic Saturday-in-the-park kind of day, children playing Frisbee, and many families of all kinds picnicking. 

We stopped for our picnic, too, and then rode across the park, past Sackler Galleries (will check out later), parked the bikes and looked for a coffee. What to our wondering eyes should appear, but the Albert Memorial, and across from it, the Royal Albert Hall. The obvious outcome was, we had our coffee at their cafe, and got Proms tickets for Sunday evening.
Royal Albert Hall, with Proms sign

Sunday evening Proms:  the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra and a program focused on WWI. You have never heard of Rudi Stephan, Frederick Kelly, and George Butterworth, because they were killed young in the war, generally by being shot in the head as the program kindly informed us. They had all prepared to be composers, and they were wasted along with so many others. 

Ralph Vaughan Williams was older than them, and lived a long time. He drove ambulance in WWI, and what he felt and saw turned up in his music throughout his life, especially in Symphony #3, composed soon after. He was influenced by folk music and by friendship with Gustav Holst, and at one point in this symphony, he quotes a trumpet player he heard on the Somme persistently playing his top notes flat…but we didn’t notice this during the performance.

We were pleased to be in the beautiful concert hall, after the delicious sandwich from the cafe, with wine during the interval, historical pictures of constructing the Hall, and the general sense of elegance and good maintenance, and we didn’t mind how jammed the buses were afterwards.

Everybody takes the bus here, including white-haired ladies in pearls who are helped up the steps by equally white-haired elderly men. 

Almost nobody drives, except the zooming young Arabs in Lamborghinis, who don’t care about the steep fines for center-city driving. Noisy cars, with sullen slouched mustachioed youths slyly sliding their glances around to see who is admiring their snakehead-looking chariots, out of place next to the classic black cabs. There are few of them, and a lot more cabs… but on Sunday night, it was all buses all the way down. And so, home to bed, satisfied.
Proms program and Julianne in the cafe of the Royal Albert Hall

Nancy, on Monday, August 18, 2014

Tuesday, August 12, 2014


Looking for the ROMANS IN LONDON   

I HAVE WONDERED WHY THE Romans wanted to control Britain at all and why was London their headquarters.  For the past 10 years or so, I have wandered around areas that were on the edge of the Roman Empire.  It was always fairly clear why the empire would go to the trouble of conquering and maintaining colonies. 

Tunisia—olives, wheat, citrus, control of sub-Sahara trade.  France—every kind of agriculture, especially wine grapes.  The Levant—wonderful food-growing land, great ports.   Vienna—the establishment of grape-growing and other agriculture, mining in the area.  It took a lot to feed the empire and farming was hard work.  Tuscany was not enough.  “Must conquer Carthage. Get food.”  It makes sense if you are an emperor.

But London?  Britain?  Marshy.  North.  Cold-ish.  Not that much like the south of France or Tuscany.  Hard to get to.  Restless natives.

Rome was quite used to restless natives—not a stopper tho Boadicea gave them some grief as I have learned.  Galley slaves could get the ships across the channel—not a stopper.  The restless natives, once conquered could become the galley slaves—efficient  administration.  Looking better.

Now I have taken a walking tour of Roman London and am heading soon to the Museum of London.  It turns out that London was a more substantial settlement than previously thought—a large amphitheatre has been uncovered fairly recently in the grounds of city hall.  As Bloomberg puts up a new skyscraper, the Temple of Mithras is being more fully excavated.  Ledenhall market—a Victorian market, great coffee and pastries—sits atop the Roman Administration center.  The Tower of London is build just outside the original Roman Wall, where the City of London wall has continued to stand for the last 2000 years.  The current building boom in London is revealing more all the time as foundations are much deeper than previous buildings.

So, it seems that the main thing they wanted from the area was minerals.  Lead and silver were easily extracted using native labor, once subdued.  The Romans conquered from the marshy southeast.  London was the farthest downriver they could wade across the Thames and the farthest upriver they could bring ships.  London Bridge was build early during their stay but I do not think there are any bridge remains identified.

London is built on two little hills divided by Wallbrook: the Basilica on the top of one hill, the amphitheatre on the other.  The general area outside London was so flat and marshy it was not feasible to live there.  There had been a small settlement there prior to the Romans but little evidence has emerged in the excavations as far as I can see so far.  But it was ideal for an administrative, military and shipping center in a resource-extraction economy.  They conquered and controlled the rest of Britain up to Hadrian’s Wall eventually. The Romans remained in the area for about 350 years once they had subdued Boadicea and the other Icini.  Short timers-really compared to the time they stayed elsewhere.  The overall impression is of a site at the edge of the empire—sort of a wild west. 

They withdrew relatively quickly in 410.  London was not that much under attack but the barbarians were swarming all over the Western Roman Empire AND Rome itself fell to the Goths.  So the Roman forces left the island to the Saxons, hopped into their boats and rowed on home.

Little bits remain. During WWII bombs left craters which exposed Roman ruins.  Now, London is undergoing a great building boom with great skyscrapers digging deeply for foundations and exposing a variety of artifacts and buildings.  One of the most important current archaeological digs going on now by the Museum of London is at the site of the Bloomberg building.  It is on the previous bomb crater which revealed the Temple of Mithras but is deeper and new remains and artifacts are emerging.  Bloomberg has said they will set up a reconstruction of the Temple of Mithras as they finish their building but it will be some time before we can see it.  Now it is a construction zone and archaeological site.  


A segment of wall.  Near the Tower on the Thames, shows the Roman built section with rows of redbrick then above, Saxon extension with reuse of some roman brick and finally on top extension from the Middle Ages.


The floor of a Roman house which was just inside the east wall.  It now is in the crypt of a church which was Saxon then Norman.  The building has remains from all periods incorporated into the current Victorian church



 A bit of the foundation of the baths.  The lovely pocket garden was created from a WWII bomb site which exposed the bits of Roman foundation.  The garden is the site of Black Redstart birds too but I did not see any.  Wrong time of year for small warblers, mainly.

Walking around a beautiful, modern city, coffee and snacks in a victorian market atop the hidden Roman basilica, secret gardens and ROMAN remains.  What a great day in London.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Julianne's notes, and Nancy's first drawing in London

Julianne - We have been here one night and today we got on Bus 36 and took a tour.  We snapped those Oyster Cards on the reader and walked on in just like we knew what we were doing.

It was a great help that we spent time looking at the maps and routes when you were in DC Raleigh.  The buses here are double-decker and great for a city ride when jet lagged.  We rode on out to somewhere north of Paddington, stopped for lunch and rode back to Hyde Park and marble arch.  Lazed around while Nancy drew the sculpture of a horse head there.  Relaxed back.  Napped.

This is quite a nice place though a bit down at the heels.  Owner has been in hospital quite a bit.  But a middle-class home in Camberwell and comfy.  The co-op grocery we noted on the map is also right outside our door and just fine for our needs I think.  We will cook dinner tonight.

Weather is good-a bit overcast and about 75 degrees.  Such a relief after DC.  Everything is a relief after DC--moving is really hard.  But the house is rented and all is going along as it should.  We are vowing not to collect so much stuff in the future.  Now to relax and wander the world.


from Nancy: this horse head is actually bronze, a stunning impact with the red buses and green trees behind. The people are to scale, quite a struggle for me as I kept wanting to make them bigger - but the sitters really don't reach the top of the horse's nostril. The sculpture, by Nic Fithian Green, is in the same green bit of park as the Marble Arch. The contrast couldn't be greater. The four-square white marble arch carved with classically refined figures representing England, Scotland, and Ireland (England in the center and larger, naturally) dates from Victoria's time. Nothing is left to the imagination - the arch stands there solidly telling you how it is in the 19th-century world. This bronze on the other hand leaves out nearly everything (as far as the horse is concerned) and implies everything - attitude, balance, delicacy, strength and character. Quite an accomplishment, speaking to the 21st-century world.

Catching Up - the End of July

7/17/14 - The visual shock of moving. The keepers among our possessions are all packed and stored, revealing the terrible depth of 12 years' debris in the corners, behind the couch, and where the bed was. Wrapped candies, lost pencils. Old reminder notes. On everything, a fuzzy blanket of dust.

The walls are bare, all the tiny cracks and nail holes revealed. What remains of furniture (to be picked up in a few days) stands scattered, pulled away from the walls so the cleaners can clean.

The aluminum stepladder serves as an end table. Vacuum leans into the corner. A tangled nest of wires is revealed linking phone, tv, antenna, DVD. Everything still works but nothing is in its right place.

Absences. No art on the walls. The empty garage. A sudden whiteness of the refrigerator when all the photos are gone. The silence.

7/27 - Oh, the arrangements! Changing to a new email address. Moving in with our great friend Olivia. Changes to the insurance, banking and credit cards. Storing the keys, the check book, the birth certificate, the will, car titles. The master password program. Moving documents and photos onto flash drives. 19,300 pictures safely copied. Activating online everything. So many forwarding addresses. Last-minute medical events. Frustrating, time-consuming processes, these. Take weeks, wear out your eyes, your brain, your patience.

Then suddenly, it's done! We leave Olivia's, drive to Detroit, park the car with Andy and his wonderful family, stay there 3 sleeps.

7/31 - Goodbyes are hard. We say goodbye over and over, and it never gets easier. Will we see you again? How? When? Goodbye, Lyn and Charles, Patrick and Mary and Nino, Michael and Sarah and Erin, goodbye Ellen, Chak and Ellen, Marilyn and Chris. Goodbye Tim and Erwin and Michael and Audrey and Sean. Alonzo and Sandra. Pat. Doug and John-Anthony and children. Goodbye dear neighbors and friends. Goodbye everyone named and not named.

Don't forget us! We won't forget you. Here, take this party, this little gift, this token, this place-holder, this abstract stand-in substitute for us. We do love you, dear friends.

And suddenly, we're gone.