kybearfuzz (
kybearfuzz) wrote2003-08-29 07:15 pm
First Day in Ware
So far so good. Got the laundry done and read up on some of the things I could do tomorrow. The town has a Grotto, which is honeycombed with tunnels that extended into the adjacent mountains. It's only open on Saturdays and it sounds kinda neat, so I'm going to give it a shot. There are several local things to check on here, so I'm going to spend most of the day goofing off.
Taken a few local pictures. The local church is impressive and they have statues dedicated to the Malters (aka the beer makers). To them I salute for evolving barely and hopps into the nectar of the gods that is a Murphy's Stout (mmmmm... beer). Also, the statue is of an impressive bear of a guy ;) Oh, have I been gone that long?? I'll have to try to post this one later.
Now for a brief tirade. There are many constants in this life... the speed of light, Avagadro's number, Planck's (these are science terms for the non-science geeks). Today I observed another constant that has mystified those of us in the states and now I realize that it extends to the European Union... the mystery of the missing sock.
Mind you, I came across the pond with a limited wardrobe due to my travels. So after walking and sweating around England for a week, I was desperately wanting to hit the laundry (just because I'm in Europe doesn't mean I have to smell "European" and my apologies to any European folks). Inevitably, one of my black dress socks vanished. The mystery lingers... not in the dryer or the washer... just falling into some transdimensional portal finding outlet through the various laundromats and household washer and dryers. It's not limited to the USA apparently. I chuckle at the thought that some Brit will find a black sock in his laundry and wonder to himself ... "but I don't own black socks." He will then cast an curious eye to his girlfriend/fiancee/wife/shack-up/cousin (the last in case of royalty) and a relationship could crumble. Such is the days of our lives.... ;)
Well, I'm off to sightsee a bit more before I lose the light. I'll post more tomorrow about the grotto, etc.
Cheers! (It's addictive, I swear. It's like saying "eh?" around Canadians)
Taken a few local pictures. The local church is impressive and they have statues dedicated to the Malters (aka the beer makers). To them I salute for evolving barely and hopps into the nectar of the gods that is a Murphy's Stout (mmmmm... beer). Also, the statue is of an impressive bear of a guy ;) Oh, have I been gone that long?? I'll have to try to post this one later.
Now for a brief tirade. There are many constants in this life... the speed of light, Avagadro's number, Planck's (these are science terms for the non-science geeks). Today I observed another constant that has mystified those of us in the states and now I realize that it extends to the European Union... the mystery of the missing sock.
Mind you, I came across the pond with a limited wardrobe due to my travels. So after walking and sweating around England for a week, I was desperately wanting to hit the laundry (just because I'm in Europe doesn't mean I have to smell "European" and my apologies to any European folks). Inevitably, one of my black dress socks vanished. The mystery lingers... not in the dryer or the washer... just falling into some transdimensional portal finding outlet through the various laundromats and household washer and dryers. It's not limited to the USA apparently. I chuckle at the thought that some Brit will find a black sock in his laundry and wonder to himself ... "but I don't own black socks." He will then cast an curious eye to his girlfriend/fiancee/wife/shack-up/cousin (the last in case of royalty) and a relationship could crumble. Such is the days of our lives.... ;)
Well, I'm off to sightsee a bit more before I lose the light. I'll post more tomorrow about the grotto, etc.
Cheers! (It's addictive, I swear. It's like saying "eh?" around Canadians)
