Debra’s First International Trip

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She’s funny, our Deb. Everything seems to overwhelm her, anyway, and now everything is cuckoo-land. Trying to see our home through her eyes the last few weeks is nothing compared to seeing her see it through her eyes in person.

The trains, trams, and buses amaze her as does the landscape, the agriculture, the vast variety of people and the way things are done. It also is kind of cool that she’s been stoned to the gills since exiting the airport.

So, after a cookout and catching up on old friends the first night, we took her to the Bull Ring Market to dunk her into one of the most chaotic places in town (although, on this day it was especially civilised).

More as the trip progresses but I don’t see here vocabulary expanding much past, “wow!” for a day or two. “Wow, fish pie is amazing.” “Wow, I’m on a fucking tram!” “Wow, I nearly got run down by a car!”

A New Day

Went to stores to pick up an ampuole of lipids standards and our clerk mentioned he saw some post for me. Turns out a far-too-kind friend from back in the States (and way back in the Olden Days) sent out her New Year greetings in December. To get it on this auspicious day in World history (Biden’s inauguration is t minus 5 hours 55 minutes as I write this) gives me greater joy than usual for a Wednesday.

Thanks, out there in the USA (Unparalleled Shitshow of Alltime), Mik. The mushrooms are on me if you ever find your way back over here.