moving . .

here's a pic of morgana's feet and her current earthly possessions, sent when she was on her way to the new room she will be renting for a little while.

whitey and dragon in their new home . .

it's a pretty space . .

which she is occupying while the owner is traveling.

(first thing she did when she arrived was laundry, either because the launderette is on the same block, or because the flat has a machine).

a favorite grocery store that also has good prepared food (she says they offer one specific lunch each day, and she appreciates not having to make a choice! today it was quiche and cole slaw).

i was impressed that there was a homeopathic hospital.

 in london town

it is not here i best enjoy
the pleasure, that can never cloy,
of idly roaming london town,
where such familiar names look down
upon the wanderer in the street,
from cheapside, cornhill, and the fleet.
the noisy, pushing, bustling crowd,
the din of trade and traffic loud,
confuse the too bewildered sense
and drive a thousand memories hence.
when in the quiet town once more,
where not a murmur of the roar
of busy trade or loud displays
disturb the quiet of her ways,
backward my soul will turn and then
will walk these london streets again;
while wits and poets of years gone by,
who now in dim cathedrals lie,
will meet me where their memories make
the places dearer for their sake --
and with their shades perchance a few
of living forms shall mingle too.
so, often when the daylight dies,
shall i at evening close my eyes
to walk again the strand, the fleet,
and every dear familiar street,
and, undisturbed by din or roar,
find every house and nook once more.
my london, which i carry west,
is peopled only by her best.

by walter learned (1847 - 1915)