From Greely to the thereafter

Les journées se succèdent et se ressemblent. And so, while I was up and sat in front of the computer struggling over my translation from Mong into French, the Ottawackers were out enjoying the bus rides that obviously need to be crammed in before Ottawacker Jr. leaves to go to Victoria.
 
They were soon back, however, well, around noon, and then Mrs. Ottawacker went for a nap, Ottawacker Jr. had some xBox time, and I started a new photo album. Oh, the things you do.
 
To that list, you can add “going to Greely”. Normally, it is the sort of place I wouldn’t be caught dead in, but we were looking for things to do and it was the only suggestion I couldn’t provide a logical argument against. So, we went. Obviously, Ottawacker Jr. had some last minute shopping to do – but on the way back, we stopped off at an antiques store, which was actually quite interesting. Not, of course, interesting enough for me to buy anything, but they had some of the more rural pieces that I had never seen before.
 
Home again, exhausted, and cooked dinner. I had managed to find a smoked chicken while in Navan, so introduced Ottawacker Jr. to its delights. Then Dr. Who.
 
Later on, I discovered with some sadness that Thierry Ardisson had died. He was a prime mover when I was living in Nancy during the late 80s and early 90s. I didn’t think much of him then and the intervening years had done little to quell my apathy. Then, recently, I saw him on an edition of Quelle Soirée, and became intrigued again. An interesting life, controversial and innovative. He did a series called Hôtel du Temps (I think) on which he used AI to interview dead people. I saw 5 minutes of it recently and made a mental note to check it out. This happens regularly to me. I catch the end of people’s lives and wish I had made more effort. Time, time, time, so fleeting and slippery.