I don’t consider myself a tourist, in general when traveling & since living here for a little over 2 years. I have a somewhat biased view of tourists, especially of my countrymen & countrywomen, that I’ve discussed here a few times. But since I live in the midst of what is now & will remain history, I can’t help but be just a bit excited, as an expatriate, about the 2012 Summer Olympics taking place in London (and other cities throughout the United Kingdom) – a major coming together of nations & myriad activities. I decided to hang around instead of escape the country for a few weeks, like some people here are doing/have already done. Now granted, that feeling of excitement is quickly gone once it’s time to battle traffic going to & from work (and many Britons feel the same) 😐 but hopefully you get the idea.
Because this is history in the making, I’ve taken a few photos that commemorate the Olympics in mind, body & spirit. I’m still dealing with medical issues and can’t blog as much as I’d like (I have probably 20 drafts waiting for me to complete them), but I’m going to try posting more photos with simple writing so that I don’t aggravate my medical issues or your eyes from too much reading. That way, you’ll get to see a post or two & watch everything from my point of view, while I try fulfilling my Post A Week challenge.
So check out the following photos, and there will be more coming over the next few weeks. (P.S. That includes the Paralympics – often neglected yet just as important & exciting as the Olympics.) Enjoy.
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Today 7 years ago tragedy struck the capital. The day before London had been announced as the winner of the 2012 summer Olympics. When I moved here in September 2008 the bombings were still in my mind. I wasn’t scared of being in London (if I was I wouldn’t have come) but riding the tube did make me feel a bit anxious.
One of my first memories of the tube was riding the escalator out of Kings Cross, looking around and thinking that something here was amiss. There was damage everywhere. It didn’t click for me, not until months later when I went to the Museum of London and came across a Book of Tributes. As I flipped through I read about the events of 7/7/2005. I read about the 52 people who died that day and the 700 injured.
In the run up to the anniversary this week there was…
As someone who’s dealing with a couple of medical issues along with other things, this blog post by a dear friend of mine helps me realise that there but for the grace. It’s so cliché, but as one becomes wiser, this seems to be so true. Take a look at this short yet meaningful post. Feel free to comment too.
I suppose it’s true — you know — that there’s a season for everything.
I came to work today, already stressed about a huge project that’s been giving me trouble since last week, then got the call that put everything in perspective. One of my co-workers at our PA location died. In her sleep. Early diagnosis is that she had a heart-attack in her sleep. She was 32 years old, apparently healthy.
How does a person reconcile that? Death at such an early age. Death when there was no visible sign of ill-health. Then there’s the life. No family other than an 82 year old aunt and a close friend. Work was very important to her, but was that enough? Some things that seemed important at the start of my day faded away after that call.
The day’s pretty much gone by in a haze. I want to go home and…