Been a while. The only excuse I can come up with is to tell the truth. I was abducted by aliens a few months ago and they had 4 month a no-publish clause in my release papers.
Helen and I are the same size in almost everything (my breasts are a bit smaller), so I borrow pretty much everything of hers, including the above clothing, which includes running shoes, pants, jacket, and hat. For our formal outings, I borrow her her dress shoes (I forgot mine in Minnesota), dress shirt and sweater. The underwear is mine.
Last month Helen presented a poster at the annual Epilepsy meeting, this year in Philadelphia. This shows the ONLY time I have gotten her to sit down in front of my most-amazingly-big 30″ monitor. She needed to see the 6 foot poster she was creating:
While she attended lectures, I played, exploring most of downtown Philly. I found this boatload of Irish immigrants disembarking by the Ben Franklin Bridge:
I also walked in the footsteps of our founding fathers. This is a national park guy explain to about 40 Japaneses tourists that this is the room where they signed the Declaration of Independence. They had a translator, but somehow the translator didn’t translate the park guys jokes very well, as I heard no appropriate chuckles from them, only the click of a billion simulated camera shutters.
This is me whooping it up with Helen’s co-workers, pretending to be a pool shark:
And of course, I found the famous art museum steps where Rocky Balboa ran up during his training. I ran up, but for-went (past tense of for-go?) the Rocky Balboa dance (for those of you who didn’t watch the Rocky movie, he dances like a little a little ballerina with thick arms and droopy eyes at the top of the steps). I can only imagine how many times that dance gets done there. Here is the metal facsimile of the dancing guy:
We are here for xmas, and in NH for the New Years weekend. Will report back next year sometime, hopefully before Spring!
B