Today Sam and I spent the afternoon with a visiting colleague of AC’s whom we had known in the Bay Area. We took her by bus to a neighborhood we’d never been to before. We walked up to a house, inhabited by people we didn’t know. We knocked. We were let in and allowed to wander through the sitting room and the kitchen. …

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This afternoon while AC was out at Sailing School, Sam and I went to Pirate school, courtesy of the Brighton Fringe Festival. Part school, part magic show, “Potty the Pirate” took place at the Friends’ Meeting House, which probably heard more noise there this afternoon than it has in the last two hundred years. Mostly …

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We didn’t stay for all 77 million. Brian Eno is the Artistic Director of the Brighton Festival this year and there are Eno installations and shows throughout the month-long festival. Sam and I took in some of the 77 Million Paintings this afternoon. What made it particularly work for me is that Fabrica is in a …

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If I could vote in the UK’s general election tomorrow I might just very well vote for pie. (Savory or sweet, it would be much more palatable than Tory or Labour or Liberal Dems.)

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A parcel of goodness came today from the States: Pepperidge Farm Goldfish crackers, Trader Joe’s Turkey Jerky, Annie’s Mac n Cheese, Kashi Heart to Heart cereal, enough flaxseed to last me through the summer, clothes, pencils, stickers, and coloring pages for Sam. We’ve already gotten into the box of goldfish crackers, …

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Jiggity Jog. And we brought the Scottish spring weather back with us.

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I couldn’t walk in them this morning. I laced them up, threw on my raincoat and headed outside to pick up breakfast food for the train ride home, and after just a couple of steps, I knew it was time for us to part ways. I bought these boots in Charlottesville, Virginia, circa 2001 (I think) and they saw me through many …

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I have never before seen a tree with such personality, such sleepy menace, so old, leaning heavily on its crutches, the last soldier standing, who once rumbled up its roots from the earth and lumbered to Dunsinane Hill. Yes, I know that Birnam wood doesn’t really come to Dunsinane, and that Macbeth, as usual, takes the …

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