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Oh man, them is a lot of LJ posts to get caught up on.
I survived a weekend of family, which I think is to my credit; I haven't seen one sister for a couple of years now, and our relationship has never been good, but this weekend everything went relatively smoothly. On Saturday (an absolutely gorgeous day) we went to Maine--not a proper visit in my book, because I did not get to see a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dogeared--and walked around Two Lights and revisited the Portland Head Light.
I love the thought of Rodney explaining to John how the Fresnel lens works, or, you know, thinking about John Sheppard, the lighthouse keeper who is pretty happy to be left alone up in his lighthouse, and Rodney McKay the mason/engineer, who comes out on occasion to check the tower and replace the lens (because it's a poorly-cast piece of crap, as he informs John one day).
Anyway.
Hallo!
In other news: I should go do working things now.
.eta: Wow, I only now discovered that I ran my memory stick through the wash, and it still reads! Wow.
I survived a weekend of family, which I think is to my credit; I haven't seen one sister for a couple of years now, and our relationship has never been good, but this weekend everything went relatively smoothly. On Saturday (an absolutely gorgeous day) we went to Maine--not a proper visit in my book, because I did not get to see a
dogeared--and walked around Two Lights and revisited the Portland Head Light.
I love the thought of Rodney explaining to John how the Fresnel lens works, or, you know, thinking about John Sheppard, the lighthouse keeper who is pretty happy to be left alone up in his lighthouse, and Rodney McKay the mason/engineer, who comes out on occasion to check the tower and replace the lens (because it's a poorly-cast piece of crap, as he informs John one day).
Anyway.
Hallo!
In other news: I should go do working things now.
.eta: Wow, I only now discovered that I ran my memory stick through the wash, and it still reads! Wow.
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Once I was wandering around Piccadilly Circus and a group of people who practically wandered out of Central Casting--they were seriously the stereotypical Steaming American Tourist Family--came howling by me. The kids were whining about the heat, the walking, the awfulness of their parents for dragging them on this stupid vacation, the mother was trying to placate them by promising to find a McDonald's, and the father was cursing over his map.
I sincerely wanted to grab both of the kids and pull them close, and explain to them how, when she was their age, Auntie Aesc would have killed to go on a trip like this. She would have happily divorced her parents, who dragged her to places where was no TV or air conditioning, if it meant she got to go to Europe instead of going to backwoods North Carolina to commune with ticks.
They probably would have said "fuck you," kicked me in the shin, and started whining again immediately. Sigh.