The Tour de France finished in Paris last Sunday. Finishing three wonderful weeks of watching the beautiful French countryside. My ex worked for a road construction company, that was bought by a French company. The first time I was in Paris, in the dying year of that relationship, we went to visit the company headquarters in Paris.
The Olympics, delayed a year, will be starting in Japan this week. Lots of things to see and enjoy. Japan is still on the list of places I want to visit.
I ran across the Simon Says above in a toy shop. When I was in my teens, someone - I think it was my sister - bought me one of those for Christmas one year. As I recall the lights and beeps vary in pattern, and the goal is to repeat the pattern, sort of a test of short term memory. It is interesting the toys that persist or are brought back into production.
I have been going to the pool often. I started during my week off earlier this month. I limit myself to 30-45 minutes, some swimming, some just floating mindlessly. I was laying there recently watching the clouds roll by, and realized it has been decades since I have laid back and watched the clouds roll by on a warm summer afternoon. We should do that more often. My father use to love flying through the edges and tops of the clouds. He called it poking holes in the sky.
I am settling into going to the office three days a week, working from home two days a week. I have become spoiled working at home, and having two computers running side by side. One for the video call, the second one to take notes, or edit documents, or do a quick search for resources. I am seriously thinking about buying a second computer for my office (the office won't issue two computers, I have asked.)
The person who won some kind of a bidding war, to get a seat next to Jeff Bazos on the Origin Blue flight into near space, had to cancel because of a schedule conflict. What kind of a scheduled conflict would justify cancelling the opportunity to travel to 330,000 feet at several times the speed of sound? The seat was snapped up for an 18 year old from the Netherlands, whose father reportedly paid the bill. It must have been some really hard to get doctors appointment for me to cancel an adventure like that.
Time flies, how can it be late July already?