Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I felt hungover this morning. It could have been the prosecco at 2am or the two hours of sleep. Chip passed a guy facing traffic this morning with a handpainted sign , "Ding Dong, the Goons are Gone."
Went to a netball match at a rival school. Our girls were no better than theirs but they were both outmatched by the third team. Theirs was a flawless game of passing and shooting. The scores ran roughly 31-0, 17-1, 22-0, if you get what I'm sayin'.
Above is the High Street in Oxford about a half mile from where I was actually supposed to get off the bus but due to fiddling with my netball pictures in the fog of my presbyopia, jumped off too early, and was too embarrassed to jump back on. So a pleasant stroll in the misty rain.
Exhausted, we all returned home for an early evening and to bed, when the fireworks started going off and the neighbor came to invite us to a bonfire/fireworks party as it is Guy Fawkes Day. Ya gots to be sociable. Off we toddled for mulled wine, hearty congratulations from all our neighbors about our new President, fireworks and dutch applecake.
I walked the streets looking for signs that the world looked different today, but it looked the same. Oh well. I feel great!