London: The End

My mom makes fun of me for anonymizing (I just made up that word. I think it works.) my blog pictures by doctoring people's eyes. She thinks I should just post pictures and not worry about who sees them. It's good that she feels this way, since I don't change pictures of her before posting them online. She fails to recognize, though, that 1) Cutting out the eyes completely eliminates any red eye problems 2) If you work with the public a lot and daily chat with men who tell you that you have pretty eyes, explain how they developed their x-ray vision, and then head off to trawl the web for mail order brides, you strive for a sense of anonymity, even if it's a false sense of anonymity, when posting personal information online. Which is why I gave myself sunglasses in the following photo from Stratford. And I gave everyone else sunglasses, because I didn't ask any of them how they feel about having their pictures online.

You can find lots of pictures of Michael (and other Festival actors) online at the Utah Shakespearean Festival's site, so he probably doesn't need anonymizing, but I gave him sunglasses too, so he wouldn't feel left out. I have no idea who those two women on the far right are. I assume that they were with our group, since they're in this picture, but I don't remember ever seeing them in England, including on this day.

This is Shakespeare's (assumed) birthplace. Note that there are flowers in bloom. Then ask me about the ice covering every inch of my car at the moment. Then watch me weep and reach for my dwindling supply of Ferrero Rocher.