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This should get you to Del's new pictures. Believe it or not, it only took me 20 minutes to download from the camera and post. The link seems to work. Maybe by the end of our time here I will have a pretty blog illustrated with pictures, or maybe I'll just be glad to have gotten this far.
Del and I went in different directions today. It's kind of nice to know I can go out and get home all by myself. What I cannot do, however, is find the Old Market. It's one of those you can't miss it kind of places, but apparently at least one person can. I am going to try again tomorrow, and I am not coming home until I find it.
My main objective today was to go back to the hiking stick store to see why one of the sticks would not tighten. The nice young man saw the problem and put things right in no time. He assured me he was always happy to help his best clients. I figure that translates to little old ladies who remind him of his grandmother.
Next stop was to the visitor center to try to find out information about the obelisk just across from us. It is called the '"Tower" or "View of the City" and was built in 1990. It depicts a house protected by fairy tale dragons and is considered the symbol of Old Town. There are quite a few small sculptures that we want to find.
I also stopped by the Iki to pick up a few things. The nice young woman there showed me that the handbasket had wheels and could be pulled as well as carried. She seemed so pleased to have made me understand that I had neither the heart nor the words to explain that I prefered to carry it so I would not buy more than was comfortable to carry home.
Moment of confession here. If you have been reading since the beginning, you may remember that I thought a bank person blessed me after I said "achiu" (thank you). I now think that something sounding similar to bless you may be a shortened way of saying you are welcome,or something like that. At least we few are the only ones who know about this.
Moment of confession 2. I discovered today that I have been spelling Del's younger sister's name incorrectly for 45 years and no one ever corrected me. She is a one /n/ Daryl Lyn intead of 2 as I had thought. Older sister is a 2 /n/ Dianne, so I guess I just figured there would be a pattern. Either they are just polite, or with my poor writing, nobody noticed.
Do any of you all feel the way I do about curling up on the sofa or in a favorite chair and drifting off for a little nap before bed? Seems Erma Bombeck (Remember her?) loved to do that too. She apparently said that it was never too late to take a nap because no one should ever have to go to bed tired.
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