Rose had been wanting to climb the Sydney Harbor Bridge ever since we planned this trip.  ("Price of Climb:  $169.  Big business.")  So she did so, waiting beforehand at 2:20 this Thursday.  I prefer to keep my feet on solid ground--unlike our Sydney cousin Adrienne (see Adrienne's home page), who used to run up the bridge illegally and for free with her college friends, without restraints, before The Climb became a carefully overseen operation."  (I enjoy hiking the Grand Canyon and other places involving greater altitudes than the Harbor Bridge, but I care less, let's say, for unobstructed high human girders.)  After delivering Rose to the Climb in time, I carried out my own plan:  to get the hell out of view of Rose and the Bridge as quickly as possible.  (The only thing worse than being nervous about the idea of high unobstructed girders is the idea of watching one's own daughter scaling them.)  "So I took a train over to Central Station, walked around, and eventually came back to wait for Rose in the Bridge Climb gift shop."  I also presented a paper at the International Association for the Study of Irish Literatures (IASIL), which met at the University of New South Wales during July 20-23.