Easter so far
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triskellianEaster weekend has been hectic and full so far.
Thursday night saw the arrival of Friends From Oop North. They came bearing chocolate, tea (which I thought, foolishly, was a redundant gesture) and mead. We watched Buffy, which I thought was good; I think we may be being unnecessarily mean to this season. Principal Wood is my new favourite character, and I loved the interaction between him, Buffy and Spike.
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condign came, bearing mail. We drank tea.
On Friday, we drank tea, gathered two thirds of the Byzantine Empire, bought supplies, and hired a punt. We spent two and a half glorious hours on the river with a picnic which included smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels but didn't include tea. The wine was chilled by the traditional plastic-bag-dangled-in-river method and I nearly fell in while lying on the front of the punt trying to reach Jon's errant hat. Just before it slipped beneath the waves forever, I reached it. He wouldn't let me replace it on his head.
We returned to Byzantium, drank tea, and taught FFON to build medieval French cities. They rapidly became addicted. We drank tea, and I left to round upsmiorgan and onebyone on a mission of mercy to a kauket in distress. Well, a kauket in need of visitors, anyway.
She tried to collect dinosaurs;onebyone recreated Shakespeare's lost play, wisely holding Emily until it was too late for kauket to steal her. We packed onebyone back into the car surrounded by boxes, and came home again.
FFON were still up, drinking tea.
Yesterday morning, we drank tea and built some more medieval cities, before thesmiorganfamily arrived, and whisked me and him off to Pizza Express. We'd hoped for a visit to the Botanic Gardens, but the weather had changed so much we went for the Museum of the History of Science instead. I'd never really noticed what was in this building before, but it was full of beautiful and interesting things. My favourite item was the incense clock: an enclosed box with small holes around the sides, containing a maze-like structure laid with different sorts of incense. To use it, you light the beginning, and leave it to burn; what you can smell tells you what time it is. It is a thing of wonder.
I bought a construct-your-own-paper-globe-of-the-heavens, which hangs above me as I type.
Thesmiorganstep-father is making a collection of photos of flowers mentioned in Shakespeare, and wanted a snakes head fritillary, so off we went to Magdalen, prompting a sudden-realisation-of-the-beauty-surrounding-us moment in me while walking along Holywell Street. New College is beautiful. Magdalen is beautiful. Even on a cold, grey, windy day, I'd rather be living in Oxford than pretty much anywhere else.
Magdalen's full of my history, as well as its own. A conversation at a party, a punt-party walk, late-night illicit use of the computer room, sneaking in pretending to be college members on May morning... So much stuff, good and bad that it's hard to walk through without remembering, and surprising to see how little I'd ever looked. There's wisteria growing around the edges of the cloisters, and somehow I'd never really seen the deer before.
We walked Addison's circular walk, past the deer park, round the fritillary meadow, over bridges, beside the river. There's architectural beauty, visible in the distance, and natural beauty all around, and the wonder of being in the middle of the city, surrounded by trees and deer, with no traffic noise, and having cold ears somehow sharpened my sense of how strange and amazing it is.
Those things alone were an Easter holiday to make me happy.
Now, with our guests gone back Oop North, we're lazing around. My nails (fingers and toes) are alternating silver, blue and purple,smiorgan has a new toy, in the form of Icewind Dale, which he talks to and which I'm sure occasionally sings 'Macho macho man', our whiteboard is a developing comic strip that only makes sense in its current form if you've seen all of the intervening stages, and smiorgan has just discovered that FFON left us a box of Chocolate Orange Eggs, which are so chocolatey that it's impossible to eat any more chocolate for quite some time after you've had one.
These are all little things which combine into an Easter holiday to make me happy.
Thursday night saw the arrival of Friends From Oop North. They came bearing chocolate, tea (which I thought, foolishly, was a redundant gesture) and mead. We watched Buffy, which I thought was good; I think we may be being unnecessarily mean to this season. Principal Wood is my new favourite character, and I loved the interaction between him, Buffy and Spike.
condign came, bearing mail. We drank tea.On Friday, we drank tea, gathered two thirds of the Byzantine Empire, bought supplies, and hired a punt. We spent two and a half glorious hours on the river with a picnic which included smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels but didn't include tea. The wine was chilled by the traditional plastic-bag-dangled-in-river method and I nearly fell in while lying on the front of the punt trying to reach Jon's errant hat. Just before it slipped beneath the waves forever, I reached it. He wouldn't let me replace it on his head.
We returned to Byzantium, drank tea, and taught FFON to build medieval French cities. They rapidly became addicted. We drank tea, and I left to round up
smiorgan and onebyone on a mission of mercy to a kauket in distress. Well, a kauket in need of visitors, anyway.She tried to collect dinosaurs;
onebyone recreated Shakespeare's lost play, wisely holding Emily until it was too late for kauket to steal her. We packed onebyone back into the car surrounded by boxes, and came home again.FFON were still up, drinking tea.
Yesterday morning, we drank tea and built some more medieval cities, before the
smiorganfamily arrived, and whisked me and him off to Pizza Express. We'd hoped for a visit to the Botanic Gardens, but the weather had changed so much we went for the Museum of the History of Science instead. I'd never really noticed what was in this building before, but it was full of beautiful and interesting things. My favourite item was the incense clock: an enclosed box with small holes around the sides, containing a maze-like structure laid with different sorts of incense. To use it, you light the beginning, and leave it to burn; what you can smell tells you what time it is. It is a thing of wonder. I bought a construct-your-own-paper-globe-of-the-heavens, which hangs above me as I type.
The
smiorganstep-father is making a collection of photos of flowers mentioned in Shakespeare, and wanted a snakes head fritillary, so off we went to Magdalen, prompting a sudden-realisation-of-the-beauty-surrounding-us moment in me while walking along Holywell Street. New College is beautiful. Magdalen is beautiful. Even on a cold, grey, windy day, I'd rather be living in Oxford than pretty much anywhere else.Magdalen's full of my history, as well as its own. A conversation at a party, a punt-party walk, late-night illicit use of the computer room, sneaking in pretending to be college members on May morning... So much stuff, good and bad that it's hard to walk through without remembering, and surprising to see how little I'd ever looked. There's wisteria growing around the edges of the cloisters, and somehow I'd never really seen the deer before.
We walked Addison's circular walk, past the deer park, round the fritillary meadow, over bridges, beside the river. There's architectural beauty, visible in the distance, and natural beauty all around, and the wonder of being in the middle of the city, surrounded by trees and deer, with no traffic noise, and having cold ears somehow sharpened my sense of how strange and amazing it is.
Those things alone were an Easter holiday to make me happy.
Now, with our guests gone back Oop North, we're lazing around. My nails (fingers and toes) are alternating silver, blue and purple,
smiorgan has a new toy, in the form of Icewind Dale, which he talks to and which I'm sure occasionally sings 'Macho macho man', our whiteboard is a developing comic strip that only makes sense in its current form if you've seen all of the intervening stages, and smiorgan has just discovered that FFON left us a box of Chocolate Orange Eggs, which are so chocolatey that it's impossible to eat any more chocolate for quite some time after you've had one.These are all little things which combine into an Easter holiday to make me happy.
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Date: 2003-04-20 01:26 pm (UTC)Glad you had a good Easter weekend. I did too.
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