I love the photo. I try not to publish photos of people I don't know, if you can identify who the person is. No idea who the kid is, and you really can't tell from the photo. That is the Lincoln Memorial in the distance he is looking at.
On my way home from the farmer's market last Saturday, I was thinking, a year from now, I will only have a year to go until retirement. Having taken a week off, I have to say I am about ready. There are a few things I need to write, and say, in my last couple of years on the national stage, then I want to encourage new ideas and new voices. A few years ago I volunteered to continue a national conference, and being in charge I have tried to bring new voices to the stage each year, sometimes over the objection of experienced voices.
Several times recently I have overheard bits of conversations that remind me that I am surrounded by people who think about radiation exposure and nerve gas. I went by a building the other day that had an anti-aircraft missile battery along the side, no idea what is in that building, but someone wants to keep it secure. Lots of people doing interesting things, that they can't really tell you about.
The Tour de France will finish in Paris this weekend. I have so enjoyed watching again this year. Someday I will be there. Our current board chair is in Paris, she and 11 friends bought an apartment in Paris, she owns July. They agreed no rentals, no guests other than family. Maybe she will watch the finale for me on Sunday.
I have been in the pool several times recently. It had been 2 or 3 years since I last went to the pool. The condo has indoor and outdoor pools. The indoor pool I have only used a couple of times. The outdoor pool is only open for three months in the summer. It is large, nice, fun. I should use it more. The indoor pool will be closed until after New Years, the community center in undergoing a total renovation. It needed it, it had all of the charm of a 1980's nursing home inside.
I was reading and missed my change of trains on the subway coming home on Monday afternoon. Logically, I knew where to go to backtrack, but instinctively I found myself disoriented. On my regular route, I know the feel of what direction to go, what is north, south, east and west, all while being underground. I followed the logic, only by overcoming the urge urge to go up to street level to reorient myself. Strange feeling that.