Beltane Waxing Planting Moon
I completed my last tours for three weeks this afternoon. This was an Elderhostel group, now called Exploritas for some reason. They fitted me up with a microphone and transmitter; I tuned to channel E and began the tours. As a hearing impaired person, I know how valuable these things can be, especially if there is any echo or other transient noise.
The Asia tours went well with lots of questions, interest and stickiness in that some folks kept with me to one more set of objects after the tour had already gone over 20 minutes. The second, a treasures of European art, felt less vibrant, but it was at 1:00 pm, after lunch and 3 hours into the groups stay at the museum. I know I collapsed when I got home, tired from all the time on my feet. My suspicion is that they were also tired.
Kate takes off on Tuesday for San Francisco, so I’ve planned a couple of weeks close to home.
Looks we may get some free irrigation, cloud style, not piped. I’m in favor.
I’m awake now, my nap was deep. Onto the treadmill.
