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When?

Given your experience and expertise in a given field, when would you like to have been born? My husband says a few decades earlier so he could have shaped the space program and NASA.

In my world, I help people solve problems and provide solutions so I could live anywhere, any time. I just ran into my neighbor, a retired architect, to tell him there was a full rainbow out there and he sent me photos of it.

I sent him a few of mine, with an eye toward architecture. When I was sixteen and caring for my much younger siblings in Florida on their vacation I met a man who’s daughter wanted to learn basic tumbling for gymnastics so I did that.

He said he thought about being a doctor or lawyer, but then he’d only work on problems. He became an architect because then he could deal with dreams.

I hold that thought in my heart many years later and if I had the talent to do so I’d have loved to invent French tracery windows or do a self-portrait as did Artemesia Gentilleschi. Yes, I saw the painting in the Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace. I’ve asked them to put it on tour, as women congregated around it, even in the past decade, because this woman was a painter in a man’s world and dared to make a self-portrait.

Assuming I’m a woman, but had access to “male” careers I’d rather change the subject. As a woman I’ve the right to change my mind….

We have six places at our dinner table. Who shall be invited to dine? I’ll think of mine if you think of yours. There are rainbows in the air tonight, Dee

Harrods

We worked overseas for a few months for a US company and got to London twice, once for three days and then I secured us a flat for our final week.

I had plans, grand plans, to see everything I could starting with Borough Market in Southwark right down the street. My husband was at work so I was on my own. My goal was Not To Shop. I really hate shopping! I’d rather order a needed good on Amazon than go to an actual store, except the grocery.

A few months back, before we left I promised a dear friend to get her a small Harrods tote bag, the essential plastic tote that shows everyone in the world you’ve been to London and, specifically Harrods. I went to Kensington Palace that day, a supreme waste of time and money except I did have a nice lunch on the grounds afterwards. I could have changed my Tube route “home” and stopped at Harrods but chose not to.

I got online (my husband outfitted me with a MacBook and Skype and headset so I could be in touch with family and friends and pay the bills back home) and ordered a small tote for friend J and a large one for me.

Rarely used, my tote was in a box I said was trash. Four homes later, my husband tossed that trash. I asked about the Harrods bag. He said yes, it’s in the trash.

He took himself to the basement and dumpster-dove until he found my Harrods bag whereupon I washed it and placed it in the closet.

So, I’ve been to London, St. Paul’s Cathedral, seen Artemesia Gentileschi’s incredible self-portrait at the Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace, Winston Churchill’s War Rooms and walked the parks but have never been to Harrods.

When we arrived home, everyone asked how Harrods was. As I handed the bag over (I had it sent to our US home address) I said “I wouldn’t know. I never went.” And that was that. Have a great day! Dee