Tea and scones and trains. Oh my.

Our first full day in England was rather unplanned. In the morning, we lounged about our house and drank tea before heading out on foot for a 45 minute walk on a wooded path to Stansted House, a classic British stately home. Once there, we joined throngs of classic British ladies in tea and scones at the tearoom before wandering around the impressive grounds of the place. At the farm market there, we met Fred who informed us of fresh fish delivery on Friday (sea bass, mackerel, and many others) and pizza on the weekend.

On the walk back, we made a stop to pet the horses at Holme Farm, and another stop when we saw a sign advertising a stop on the Chichester Art Walk. The sign proved to be out of date, but as a result we met Alison, a friendly and talented potter (great raku!) who not only had been to Boulder, but who knew someone that both Pam and I used to do pottery with at the fire station pottery lab by Chautauqua Park. Small world (though I wouldn't want to paint it)!

In the evening, we drove to the small Emsworth town center where Berit found the 3rd, 5th and 6th books of the Harry Potter series in a used book shop. Yes, we already have them. Now we're evidently getting all of the books in their British versions.

Landed in one piece. Actually, five pieces.

Berit:  Wouldn't it be cool if one of the actors from Harry Potter lives in the house next door to where we're staying?!

Griffin:  If I see Hagrid coming out to the mailbox, I'll be like "Watchoo doin' Hagrid!"

The flight to London is like a nine hour stay in a very small hotel room with your choice of movies on a four inch screen and bad miniature food. You sleep sitting up while the teenage girl acros the aisle casts a constant glow from her iPad onto your face.

Everybody's a little cranky after the plane ride and subsequent hours in the airport and then on the road South, but we get here and wrap up the night with a trip to the Tesco, a Walmart-esque grocery (promised to help Pam find the small store with green food tomorrow) for supplies and then to West Wittering Beach where we show up at 8:30 pm, just as they're closing the parking lot gate. The kids spend a few minutes crazy diving into the waves before it's time to freeze-walk back to the car.

I sleep the sleep of the dead. Dream I am living with Pete Townshend.

It starts with a yo yo.

It starts with a yo yo at the airport. Actually it starts well in advance of that. Days of preparation for a five-person journey for 3 weeks in England. As if that wasn't enough we've been preparing our house for the three English people - the retired couple and her sister - who will be staying in our house while we are staying in theirs on England's southern coast.

We've got an 8 hour plane ride in front of us. Departure at 8:45 p.m. Denver time; arrival at 12:35 p.m. tomorrow London time. After that will pick up our car and drive an hour or so south to our final destination.

With hot tea and speaking this into my phone I'm sitting in front of the jetway. I was going to say that nobody seems to mind, however I was just asked to move. The girls are making movies on their devices , and Pam went to get a nice coffee drink. Griffin is still practicing the yoyo; wish us luck. Better yet wish to the British luck.

Cat and Mouse

Moving in old iMac out of the loft gave rise to this picture . Subtitle: Bellatrix , the dark.

Assassin

Griffin is dying to play assassin.

He learned the game while staying over at his friend's house where they play it at dinner. Quite likely you know the game. A card is dealt to each person - in our family's case, five cards - and the person who gets the Ace of Spades is the assassin and must try to "kill" each of the other players by surreptitiously winking at each of them before he/she is found out. Players who are winked at will "die" without doing so immediately after be winked at, so as not to make it obvious who was looking at them at the time. 

So Griffin's been dying to play (I can't stop doing that).

The past couple of nights we managed to have four of us at the dinner table which, while fun, makes a pretty short game of assassin, because once player one accuses player 2 of being the assassin and is told they are wrong, then player 3 knows for sure that player 4 is the assassin. See what I mean? Trust me, you need more people.

So tonight when Griffin couldn't get Pam and I to drop our books and come out to the living room for a game of assassin, he got the girls to drop their iPods and come into the bedroom, where we sat on the bed with our best poker faces (some better than others - you'd know Berit was the assassin as soon as she got the card the way her face lit up) and stared at, winked at, and laughed with each other until Griffin finally got to be the assassin, killed everyone, and Pam picked her book back up putting an end to the bloodshed.

The Summer of Chess

The Summer of Chess has begun. Well, it began on Wednesday - game one. We missed game two yesterday, but Griffin and I played again this morning. In fact, before I even got out of bed at 6:35, Griffin was standing in front of me, a black pawn in one fist and white in the other, making me choose. So I dress and we slop down some cereal as I quickly school my boy in the Way of the Pawn before I have to slide off to "work," as they call it.

Last night, Berit and Rowan were going to go out at midnight to meet friends to play flashlight tag. Pam’s feeling was that this would completely alright due to the fact that Berit - who is 15 now - has been perfectly trustworthy in her behavior. I was on the fence as to whether I needed to take a more conservative stance, but as usual I was easily swayed. I don’t think they went out, but I have no idea as I was studying the inside of my eyelids at that time.

Yeah, I’m starting this blog up again. I want to continue. how could I not? My first post here was 10 years ago on March 9, 2003: "If Jesus drinks hot lava, he will die." - Rowan

You can’t make this stuff up.

Touch points.

I was thinking tonight about the nature of this blog and why I am writing it.You know, from a search engine perspective, this is a private blog. That is to say, it's not crawled by the spiders of the internet, and, though hosted on a Google product, it will never appear in a Google search. Sometimes I think about making it public, just to see if I could get any feedbck on my fatherly ramblings, but everytime that this occurs to me it seems that the costs outweigh the benefits. The costs of such a move would be that I might begin to edit myself for a larger audience, and that eventually, a friend of one of Berit's (or Rowan's or Griffin's) might stumble upon this blog, causing untold emotional scarring for the aforementioned offspring of mine. Those are the potential costs, and they far outweigh the benefits of perhaps garnering attention for my musings.

I want, once again, to try to be more regular with these entries - to simply keep this as a log of my interactions with the kids, and not have it be driven by notable events like a hike that we took on Easter. I want to come in here and say this:

Rowan and Pam came home today from Spring trip. Rowan had good things to say about the mountain biking in Cortez, specifically, that when Griffin goes, I have to go on that Spring trip and ride the particular trails whose name escapes me right now. Rowan was reading about birth order and the characteristics of the children, and while the characteristics of the eldest child fit me, she doubted the applicability of those of the middle child to her experience. Rowan gave me a great big hug and she wanted to play one of her complicated fist bumping, hand slapping games with me that test my capacity to remember and repeat patterns.

Berit wanted to play football or basketball yesterday with Griffin and I, so we walked to the park and threw the football. It was excellent just to play around like that with her, something I do so rarely with Berit nowadays, but it seems as though I should do more. And OH MY GOD what an arm Berit has! She just drills the football straight at her target across distance. Better than me, I am hesitant to admit.

Tonight I learned the four chords - E, B, C#m, A - that are at the heart of numerous pop/rock songs as exhibited by a popular video by Axis of Awesome that Berit told me about. And guess what? Turns out that the song I really liked that Griffin sang at his choir concert is one of the songs on that pattern. So I played it with him singing it a few times tonight and it was really cool. It's called "Waving Flag" and it's by K'naan. After a few more practices, Griffin and I will YouTube it.

That's it. I want to do that, except on a more regular basis and sometimes with not a whole hell of a lot to say. Which is why I'm thinking of not sending out an automatic email with these blog posts. Because I don't want to think of any particular post as having to be worthy of an email to all the adults in my immediate family. And then you could just keep this url on your radar. Bookmark it. Add it to your favorits, and just stop by now and again to see what I've thrown in here. Maybe if you come to the blog, then you'll comment. That would be a plus too. Just a heads up. Unless I get too much push back from the anachronistic ones telling me that they are in fact incapable of adding this blog to their favorites/booksmarks (I want to be able to make typos!), I'm thinking I may do that.

Funny. This is the longest blog post I've penned in a long time.

Easter Hike

I need to mention the family hike we took for Easter Sunday before I forget it. It was amazing - easily the best three hours we've spent together as a family in recent memory. To be honest, spending three hours together is highly unusual to begin with. Two hours, tops. And that's usually in front of a movie.

Three hours. 5.3 miles along the Mesa Trail between the NCAR (National Center for Atmospheric Research) trailhead and Eldorado Canyon. No one fought, no one argued. It was bliss. I think it had a lot to do with the absence of anybody needing to control anyone else or tell anyone else what to do. Just walking and talking, some laughing, a picnic in the middle. The kids were amazing. It was the best Easter ever.

We need more of this.

Lafayette Skate Park

Wind and cold  kept other skaters away this morning so that Griffin and I had the whole park to ourselves. Lots of fun; no injuries to report.

This morning basketball.