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2025-07-15 10:24 am

Hot again on Tuesday

And for the next couple of days.

R. and T. separately drove out to Florence to look at the construction site and for meetings. I will be attending the meeting remotely. R. is sticking around later to see Dinosaur Jr. I have no idea what T.’s plans are. I helped him fold his clothes for his upcoming trip to visit relatives. He wants to do carryon only, but he keeps packing way too many clothes. We identified a laundromat about a block from his hotel on one stop, and his aunt will almost certainly help him out for the other stop. He’s absolutely terrible at folding, which is a little weird in this family, but not weird across people in general and he’s got motor skills and motor planning deficiencies to blame it on so I’m just not going to get that concerned about it.

I used up the cumin that was already ground, and I want to fry up more chicken tenders and I really like cumin for that (along with paprika and some red pepper), so I got out the small single blade coffee grinder (ancient) that we use for that, ran some rice through it because I think it smelled like fennel seed, and then ground the cumin and finally, in a fit of something or other, ran more rice through it to clean it out. I did two rounds of cumin, and it mostly refilled the bottle. I really like my metal funnel. Stuff doesn’t stick to it at all.

I walked with M. at 9 this morning, because it’s going to be hot.

Lately, I’ve been working on a slide deck filled with photos of stuff we already own (I know, super weird, right?) arranging where things will go. I mostly started with art and furniture (big stuff), and along the way, it is making apparent gaps in what we will need either because stuff we have is pretty worn and in 2 years will only be more worn, or because of the bed problem associated with living part time in 2 places. I’d rather not buy and then get rid of beds in rapid succession, so last night I called my sister to review her timeline and plans, and then I texted my niblings to ask them about what size beds they’ll want in the new house, since they currently share a room and are still on the twins from their childhood. Minimum, they probably will want twin XLs, and more likely a queen. After consultation, we have established queens, and they are fine with us using them when they will not yet be moved in, which actually covers our extra needs unless something changes. Fingers crossed!

I also had an idea that instead of one big table, I wanted to have smaller tables like 2-tops and 4-tops, restaurant style, and we could put them together for Family Meals and otherwise distribute them around bistro style. Making this work along with having an area rug in the dining room has turned into an amazing puzzle, but I think I’ve figured it out. First of all, the Must Have Border Around Area Rug is clearly optional, and if I run the rug right up against the window wall, and match the length to the windows, it should look good. Then the must have space around the table to allow the chairs when pulled out to fit on the carpet rule is tricky given the multiplicity of potential arrangements. I eventually worked out that if you aren’t going to have a seat on one side of a table (like a 2-top), you can have it right on the edge of the carpet and have one person entirely on hardwood floor and the other on carpet and each should be just fine. Working that out in detail produces multiple possible arrangements. I don’t need to know the details — I just need proof of concept, and to know the area rug size and location, so this is a huge relief. At least initially, my plan is to send my current dining room rug out to be cleaned, and then try it out in the new space. I know it is color compatible with the sideboard, lamps and maple flooring and I’m not worried about the tabletops because I can presumably pick an appropriate species and stain (I’m going to get Rockless bases and have nice wood tops made, in keeping with the restaurant theme). The current plan is 2 30x30 and 2 24x30 (2 2 or 4 tops and 2 2 tops). When bistro style, one of the 2 tops probably goes out to the reception area to serve as a table near the bar.

I used to think having multiple dining surfaces was weird, despite growing up with a round table in the eatin kitchen and a kitchen bar counter. Now I live in a house with a dining room with table, and eat in kitchen with table and a kitchen counter height seating. And we use all of it every day. The bar plus bistro tables should work out really well.

I turned on FB Marketplace again (I’d set vacation mode for our trip and then construction limited my ability to restart), and someone picked up the crystal bell yesterday. In theory, someone will be here in about an hour to pick up several other items. I haven’t even listed anything new. I’m supposed to ship out one ipad today to R.’s cousin H., and to reset another and then arrange a handoff to G. I meant to do that yesterday, but the day got away from me.

ETA: pickup happened! Woot!
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2025-07-15 12:23 am

Monday involved a lot of furniture

I was going to go over to Circle Furniture to try the stressless dining chair. I did do that, but R. decided to go and that turned into a substantial outing. It was chaotic and I lost a lot of detail, which is a bummer. However, I think I have a strategy for the barstools, and I definitely have a brand for couches, so there’s that. I even worked through some discussion with people about beds.

I walked with M.

I ordered the dragon finial! Woot!

I picked up an attic access panel. LOL.

I handed B. the check that was still on the magnet board
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2025-07-13 11:00 pm
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Sunday

I walked with M.

I had a delightful long zoom with I.

We did family zoom.

I finally started working seriously on a slide deck of where current art and furniture will go in the new house. Yeesh. So. Much. Stuff.
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2025-07-12 11:00 pm
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Saturday ended with dinner out with friends

We had a delightful time at Less Than Greater Than and we are plotting a fall weekend in NYC to see Operation Mincement. Should be fun! I have the tickets, and my niece is going to join us, and now I just need to come up with a hotel. I may wind up doing Arthouse again, altho I’m looking at options closer to the theater district.

I walked with M.

R. has the basement shelving returned to the walls, so it’s now possible to find things again. Woot!
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2025-07-11 04:34 pm
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Drove out to the construction site

I got to look around at all the stuff that’s happened while I’ve been gone, and have opinions. Always fun!

It’s really crowded with drilling equipment at the top (they are drilling the geothermal well field), so I parked next to E.’s car by the well head and walked up. So when we were done, E., D. and I walked down, and D. kept going because he’d ridden his motorcycle and parked by the conservation area entrance. I talked their ears off for a bit about impressionism and looking at paintings from a different distance / angle. I mentioned the Sargent at the Clark, which E. hadn’t realized was there, and I figured later I’d send him a link to it. Apparently I wasn’t done babbling about art, but I figured if I was going to inflict this on someone else, I might as well save it for later here as well.

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https://www.jssgallery.org/Paintings/A_Street_in_Venice.htm

I don’t know if you have ever noticed the upside down tree outside the Clark, but it’s easily one of the coolest parts of a visit to the Clark.

https://www.clarkart.edu/exhibition/detail/penone

The commentary at that link is not what I think about when I’m looking at that. When I’m at the Clark, I’m always thinking about how weird it is to try to make sure that a bunch of art would survive a nuclear attack that destroyed both Boston and NYC. What’s the point of art without people? It does mean there’s an astonishing collection of art conveniently located near where I will be living, however, so it would be rude to complain. But that upside down tree captures perfectly all of the inversion and contradiction that I feel at the Clark. There’s life struggling, but on very shaky foundations.

Mass Moca’s amuse bouche (or digestif, I suppose depending on whether you spot it coming or going) is

https://massmoca.org/event/don-gummer-primary-separation/

I like that even better, and I generally enjoy Mass Moca much more, even tho I don’t care for the kind of art that is at Mass Moca. When we took A. there, I wondered if she was going to get anything out of the exhibits, but when we were looking at a really incredible pink exhibit about racism and spaces for having fun:

https://massmoca.org/event/ej-hill/

She asked, “who decides who gets to ride in it?”, which pretty much indicated that the message the artist was sending most definitely had been received.

When we were in Heerenveen, R. and I walked over to the local museum, not having any idea what to expect. It was much better than I would have expected (if I had expected anything), but the weirdest part of it was all the stuff about Ferdinand Domela Nieuwenhuis, who I had not previously ever heard of. They had a bunch of his library including the furniture, pictures, ephemera, you name it. Just learning about that guy was worth the trip, but the attic exhibit in the same museum was set up like a grandparents’ attic, but organized and with captions. Lots of Meccano. Oh, and another section of it was an escape room. (We did not attempt the escape room. Frysland can be a bit tiring, because often the two languages in use are Dutch and Frisian, and English can be entirely absent. I’ve thought about doing an escape room in another language, but haven’t yet gotten the courage to attempt it. We did one in Yorkshire a couple years ago that was fun, tho.) One of the temporary exhibits was by a young Groningen artist who makes things that look kind of like icons on a computer, but when you start to grasp what’s going on, it all looks more than a little naughty in a very characteristically Dutch way. They also had a 80 year retrospective about the end of the war. Small towns really want to make sure you don’t forget who cooperated with the occupiers. Sometimes I think museums in small towns and provinces are the best museums of all. They have nothing to lose, so they might as well do what they think is worth doing.

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I got a really sweet message from the metal artist about how excited he is to be working on our project. I can definitely see how E. and S. have been friends for decades.
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2025-07-10 08:16 pm
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Catch Up Posts posted ; now catching up on everything else

I went grocery shopping.

I walked with M.

We ate our meals at home. Yay!

Insulation folks came in the afternoon, and the project manager dropped by. I also had a couple phone calls / telemeetings with J. from the builder. I wrote a letter to T (Not Son). I sent a check to the builder. I had a phone call with the site engineer. Busy day!

I’m mostly caught up on laundry, so that’s nice.

I was doing some Amazon shopping for R.’s aunt, and finally tracked down why I seem to have such a high balance over there — I got a gift card for that long meeting with Marvin, and I apparently attached it so fast I forgot I’d done it. It’s almost used up tho now, so it’ll be back to points again.

I logged into the 529 account to pay for T.’s fall term.

And now I’m plotting to see Operation Mincemeat again in the fall with M. We’re going out to dinner on Saturday, which is something to look forward to. I’m also driving out to the house tomorrow, because it’s been a while and I want to see All the Things.
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2025-07-09 07:26 pm
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Administrivia: we are back!

R. has been in Europe for 3 weeks and we were there for 2. But we’re all back now, and T.’s home from summer camp so I’ll be catching up on blogging, but probably not right now.

I got up this morning at 6 ish in Citadines Trafalgar Square and finished packing up, drank some tea, did some Duo, got A. moving. We got checked out and while I was checking out, the prebooked Uber showed a driver would be arriving in time.

And then it went back to no assigned drive. Ugh. I waited until the official arrival time, still no assigned driver. I was charged for this trip last night, too! I tried calling, but was unable to reach anyone, because it kept looping on who I was and I gave up after the second round, probably because I was interacting with Uber UK and my account is US. But who knows! I went back into the hotel and they called a cab, and we got to Gatwick in within a few minutes of when I was aiming for, for less than 10% more. Lesson learned. Literally never use Uber in London. I knew not to Uber from St Pancras, but apparently it’s just an overall rule. Also, you don’t even need to set up an account to ride the metro; phone worked great for tap in / tap out.

Gatwick is a completely manageable sized airport. I’ve never been to Heathrow, and while I wasn’t committed to avoiding it, I was interested in avoiding it if possible and I have no regrets. We had a nonstop Jetblue to Boston and it was delightful in every way, just like the one I took with A. to Schiphol. It’s literally the only flights I’ve ever taken her on where she was genuinely comfortable and happy, and where I could actually get some meaningful sleep (or, today, naps).

I had already downloaded and filled in the mobile passport app stuff before arriving, so it was just photos, and we got through customs and pass control wicked fast. We did have to wait for R.’s bag to show up. We were driving home during rush hour, but it was not too bad. I’m now doing laundry, and am mostly unpacked. But I’m going to bed soon, because I’ve been up since 1 am eastern, so already over 18 hours. Even with naps, that’s kind of a lot for me.
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2025-07-08 11:00 pm

Last Day and Night in London

R and I had our last pastries from Ole and Steen (almond and apricot or orange or something like that), not too sweet, very satisfying. We walked over to Embankment Station and took the Underground to South Kensington. We just used our phones without an app, tap in tap out (unlike NYC where you only have to tap in).

Lots of tunnels to V&A, and we poked our heads out to get a photo of the Natural History Museum. We wandered a bit at V&A. R enjoyed the glass display. The V&A functions largely as an open all the time design library, with the expected strengths and weaknesses. Lots of school groups.

We came back, stopped at Caffe Concerto to get two croissants and they didn’t have pain au chocolate, or at least they said they didn’t which was legitimately odd. I set A. up with brunch: a croissant, a banana, strawberries, a slice of cheese. Then R. and I went to Ship and Shovell, which had order and pay at the counter first pub rules, unlike Sherlock Holmes Pub dining room. We split a fish and chips, he got a side salad and I got a side of onion rings. He had a nettle beer and I had a golden ale which was tasty (Badger, I think). Empty when we got there a little before 1 and full by the time we left.

He headed over to Embankment to take the Underground the other direction to get pictures of Tower Bridge; I went back to the hotel to chill out because I’m about done with the Doing Things part of vacation, and there’s still one more dinner out at 40 Elephants, plus Operation Mincement at the Fortune Theater. If A. is bored, we will try the portrait gallery, otherwise, I’m staying put and possibly snacking if I get hungry. I should probably also pack up because tomorrow starts early.

Later:

40 Elephants was a blast. It’s really just a bar, but after Ship and Shovell, I wasn’t that hungry. A. ate a meal, but R. and I just had a small plate (the chicken karaage) and drinks. I had 2 really good sidecars. The theming is fantastic and the service is good.

We dropped A. off at the hotel, and walked over to the Fortune Theatre to see Operation Mincement. Oree looked good, so I bought a couple pastries for tomorrow for A. and R. which was probably not the best plan because I had to keep track of them and not let them get crushed during the show.

The show was amazing. The book is legit great. Very, very little speaking, almost all singing. Small cast, and gender bent casting played completely straight. The man who played Hester is soooo good at it. I’m going to try to see if I can go see it again. I loved the whole thing. R. didn’t love it as much — he had trouble making out the words. It is a goofy show, but it’s also telling a straight story from history while simultaneously making a whole lot of subtle but heavy hitting points about classism and sexism, ambition, conflict between personal motivations and the needs of the group / collective, and how stories get told later versus what happened in the moment and whose stories get told and just all the really good stuff. Nice zinger at MAGA in it, too.
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2025-07-07 11:00 pm

Returning to the National Gallery

R and I got up at a reasonable hour because we actually went to bed at a reasonable hour after having dinner at a reasonable hour. Delightful!

After breakfast (I had the last of the pave chocolate from liberte in Paris and he had a croissant from Chestnut) we went to Piccadilly Circus. We stopped at Ole and Steen on the way (a Danish bakery) and bought some goodies. I had the plant based social right away. He had a cinnamon scroll. We bought almond pastries (egg but not milk) for tomorrow morning. I had suggested Farzi, but that wasn’t going to work so we discussed Jain restaurants and found Sagar (by the Harold Pinter theater, which had John Lithgow playing Roald Dahl in Giant). We had samosa, pappadum and pani puri (“Small crispy poori served with chickpeas, sour & spicy consomme”). Everything was extremely yummy.

We came back to the hotel to retrieve A. and then hopefully to the National Gallery for an hour before dinner at Hawksmoor Seven Dials and (fingers crossed) and early night again.

We headed out to the National Gallery but it had been long enough since breakfast for A. that she wanted more food. So we went back (it was now around 2 pm), and I fed her apple, cheese, water, nuts, chicken, strawberries, carrots and lettuce. Sort of a deconstructed salad. I think she finished off the baguette, too. Then we tried again, and this time we made it to the National Gallery. She didn’t like a lot of stuff, but she continues to enjoy looking for the trick with impressionist paintings, and she liked the Finnish post impressionist painting that I did, and also the woman artist self-portrait. She didn’t like the Rosa Bonheur as much as I do.

We got a brief rest at the hotel, and then walked over to Hawksmoor, where we split a Chateaubriand for 2, but for all 3 of us. We got skinny and not-skinny fries, and heritage tomatoes and sourdough bread (that was quite good — I mean it all was, but I keep laughing at how good the bread is here in England because post-France the expectation was that it wouldn’t be). R. got a port and I forget what dessert. A. got a chocolate ganache with those crunchy lacy things that I thought were mille feuille but are not and now I don’t know what they are called but I want to learn how to make them. We had a carafe of English wine and I ordered incorrectly because I wound up with more than I expected and it cost a lot more than I expected (90) but it does not matter at all. A. keeps liking the apple juice at restaurants and not liking what I buy at the shops and I have no idea why that keeps happening.

R’s comment on the meal was that the only way it could have been improved was asparagus. We’ve had better food at steakhouses, but it was so comfortable, and we all ate the same thing (A. did not eat any tomatoes) and the sound and light environment were really great, both while it was empty when we first arrived and towards the end when it was mostly full.

We walked back, but A. was in a mood and I wanted to take pictures and check out bakeries and it took a while to negotiate that. After we dropped her off (without a pastry for her morning meal, because she was such an ass that we couldn’t really find something that I was excited about), we went in search of a cocktail bar. I’d wanted to go to the Alchemist, but didn’t want to walk back in that direction again, so we tried a Tequila Mockingbird, but it’s Monday and it was empty and loud, which is the worst combination in a bar. It took us a while to figure out how to get into Larry’s in the basement of the Portrait Gallery, but they had great jazz on their playlist, and a vegan dessert (chocolate layer cake in a cube covered with coconut) and I had what was supposedly an old-fashioned, but they had a sprayer for the bitters and they made it with two different kinds of scotch and house made “cereal syrup”. It was excellent. The place was empty, which was fine by me, other than a couple Russians. Figures they’d find this place.

It was an expensive, but remarkable day. When I think back to the museum expeditions of my younger years, and how many hours I spent in museums, and how difficult it was to find food I could eat or find a place to sit down, and compare that to how I now typically spend less than an hour in the museum and I use google to help me figure out which rooms have pictures I want to look at, and then go spend ludicrous amounts of money eating divine food and drinking tasty beverages, being old just seems absolutely wonderful.
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2025-07-06 11:55 pm

A weirdly busy day

R. and I had more Pave from Liberte for breakfast (it does not stale quickly, yay!), and then we walked over to the Thames and looked at Big Ben and then over to Buckingham and caught the tail end of the changing of the guard accidentally, learned that Macron was visiting in a couple of days (on the 8th) based on the massive alternating and same sized French and English flags on the mall. We stopped at Chestnut bakery and got A. a croissant and a Nutella brookie (and a croissant for R.s breakfast tomorrow) and then went to a Tesco Express and bought fruit, veg, cooked chicken, cheddar cheese for A. and Stilton for R. On the way back to the hotel, we passed Cream Dream, and I picked up a chocolate and hazelnut sweet for later — that’s the vegan bakery I’d meant to go to last night but did not. Ukrainian. There is a conspicuous lack of Russians in this city, which I’m not sad about at all. It’s a little creepy how many of them there were in Paris, and I’m still kicking myself about that lamp I bought.

We came back to the hotel, and I got a reservation at the rooftop at St James Trafalgar for 1:45 pm, and adjusted our Sherlock Holmes pub reservation from 5 to 615.

I think between Pride and Macron’s visit, we have a partial explanation for why it’s been so easy to get dining reservations. But it might also have been the absence of Russians.

Later: OK, Rooftop was excellent. I brought my umbrella, wore my travel vest and left my visor and sunglasses at the hotel, so obviously, the sun came out and they retracted the roof. Thank you, fucking Murphy, I guess? Great spicy margarita, really really amazing mushroom taco (vegan). R. got the cheeseburger and fries and the skinny fries were mad delicious. I seem to have finally broken my Too Many Burgers streak. England is really good about having vegan everywhere.

We went to the National Gallery and I got some good pics of the Van Eyck wedding and the mirror in the background. Did you know there were miniatures surrounding the mirror? Because I sure as hell did not know that. WTF. The Rosa Bonheur is hung so that if you stand just in the hallway to the gift shop it’s nearly perfect so good on them for doing that right. Claude (one name) has some really nice landscapes with some really useless figures in them. There was a really nice Finnish post-impressionist. The building itself is very beautiful, and there are some nice mosaics on the floor, unattributed as near as I can tell, which is a pity. We’ll probably go back with A. later. It was moderately crowded.

There’s a great picture of Westerkerk, and very little around it. So weird to see it that open to the sky around it!

We saw a super old dude in black and white check suit with hat and amazing shoes.

Dinner was at Sherlock Holmes Pub. They were out of both the pale and the amber, and British IPAs don’t taste like much altho Roland got one anyway. The Sherlock Holmes room / exhibit is very cute. Since it is a Sunday, the menu is different and at first, I thought we had a complete fail on our hands. They still had the fish and chips, so R. got that, and I’d planned to share it with him. But the burger, steak and chicken escalopes were NOT on the menu, so A. wound up with the roast chicken instead, which came with cabbage, stuffing, carrots, duck fat roasted potatoes and a pig in a blanket (sausage wrapped in bacon in this case). I figured I’d split that with her if she hated it. She tried the cabbage (two bites!) but decided no, and she didn’t care for the carrots (probably the thyme, and she doesn’t like them cooked anyway) or the stuffing. But the bird, potatoes and pig in a blanket went down the hatch and she was mad when I tried a bite of the sausage. LOL Calories listed on the menu, with the fish and chips being around 1200 and the chicken around 1300. It’s a good thing we only got the two, especially since we then added some stuff to it.

I had about half the fish, and I ate the stuffing, carrots and cabbage. R. added a yorkshire pudding, which A. tried a couple bites of but passed on. We also got bread, and split that pretty evenly. A. had the brownie with ice cream for dessert; R. and I split a peach melba tatin that was vegan and awesome. I had a single of Glenmorangie because they were out of the Bruichladdich; Roland had a Lagavulin.

A. was pretty hostile at the beginning, and skeptical of the whole Sunday dinner idea but I showed her a wikipedia article about it and she settled down and the whole dinner wound up being fantastic. It was a nice, cozy meal and wasn’t even a crazy amount of money (115 L and I added 20L in tip, and it totaled out to $157 and change).

I was not aiming for the Sunday Dinner Experience, but it’s nice we had it and that it worked out. I think one of the best parts of it was seeing how they portioned things.
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2025-07-05 11:11 pm

Eurostar, Chunnel, London

We got up. I sent R. over to Liberte bakery. We ate, packed up and got an Uber Van to Gare Du Nord shortly after 11 (checkout time). No traffic to speak of, so we got there in plenty of time, so we found a place to sit until it was time to check and go through pass control. A. was pretty distressed by the crowds and it was still kind of warm.

We had a table on the train, and our 4th was a Texan who was very low key, from Houston, and fun to chat with. The train ride was enjoyable and uneventful and going through the Chunnel was just a long tunnel and honestly not even that long. Altho you do feel the pressure change coming out, for sure.

St. Pancras was crowded and it was Pride in London, so the taxi took as close as he could but a lot of streets were closed. Which was fine, because we walked and the crowds were fun. Citadines is nice — a little bit of damp but not too bad. I did some laundry and started the dryer, and we went to dinner at Ochre. The steak was marinated and the burger was spiced so A. got the chicken schnitzel and apparently that was fantastic. I got the vegan minestrone and the curried cauliflower. I was still pretty hungry, because while I had breakfast and snacked on baguette and pave du chocolate, I hadn’t really had a meal until it was dinner time. I had the Nikka “from the bottle” not as good as the Nikka coffey from Fugue, but good.

After we dropped A. back at the hotel and retrieved the (mostly) dry laundry, R. and I went to Sibin at the Hyatt where we had a lot of whisky — some Indian, a Taiwanese, Scandinavian. I had a vieux carre which was really wonderful. We had the charcuterie, nuts and the valrhona house chocolate bar with pecans. I had too much to eat and drink, but was able to sleep, altho A. went to bed really, really late. I bought tickets for R. and me to see Operation Mincement, and adjusted the 40 Elephants reservation earlier, so that we could be done in plenty of time for the show. It’ll be a busy but fun last day in London.
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2025-07-04 11:00 pm

Musee D’Orsay and round 2 on the Metro is much worse

Happy Independence Day!

We got an Uber to Musee D’Orsay after breakfast. We did not have lunch. The impressionist trick works on many but not all of the paintings in 5, including Seurat (altho we didn’t make it to Gauguin). A. kinda blew up after about 40 minutes. She liked the sculpture, but there were too many people in the impressionist rooms. Oh well!

We went to Angiolo, but on the way there we stopped at Damonte & Lacarrieu a “concept store”, but whatever, R. like a lamp in the window so we went in and bought it for a lot of money and ultimately paid almost half that again to ship it to us at home. We’ll see if it shows up, and if I later find it for 20% or less the price online somewhere.

Angiolo for ice cream was amazing and had a bunch of vegan options. Really, really great.

Our efforts to reload our Navigo cards and get one for A. went cartoonishly awry, partly because we’re idiots but mostly because we kept getting distracted by a scam artist who was pretending to be helpful. At one point, he grabbed my money, but I grabbed it right back, so shades of that night in De Wallen I guess. He did snag some of the change from successfully reloading the card, but I think he got maybe 6E out of the deal and when he saw I was headed over to the person to complain he cleared out finally. In all the chaos, I’d accidentally loaded another trip onto a card that had one, and then I finally just used coins in the machine helpful guy said didn’t take coins, and it worked just fine. Then the train was crazy crowded and A. freaked out. Why we didn’t just Uber I will never know, but I’m pretty sure R. has learned from this.

We got home, and I made A. a cheese sandwich (so the cheese is now gone). Then we went to Fugue for dinner which was fantastic. Nikka Coffey Grain whisky is wonderful, and the Eau de Vie from prunes is also really yummy.

I cooked the chicken nuggets for A. and did the whole box (it was small) and she wound up eating all of it. Which is fine! And she’s eaten almost all of the carrots and lettuce and had some grapes and an apple. The apple juice was a little too tart. Win some lose some.

In the end, it was breakfast, ice cream and dinner for R. and me (no lunch today), which worked out well.

I did some laundry, but only mine, not anyone else’s. R. says he has clothes to get until he’s home. We made a bunch of reservations for the England days, and mostly planned tomorrow’s travels.
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2025-07-04 10:40 am

Tools Not Rules

I have long used the phrase, “Wants Don’t Have Whys”. I developed it for my children, altho I had believed the underlying principle since I was a teenager, mulishly stubborn in feeling a certain way and resistant to efforts to try to convince me I didn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t or was somehow wrong for feeling that way. I don’t mean, hey, you are yawning, perhaps you need a nap, you only got a few hours sleep last night because you were up late and early after. That is a want (not enough sleep that must be remediated) that has a why (happens on the regular, and there was a supply gap). But that’s not what I mean by Wants Don’t Have Whys. That’s just a “why now”, not a “why at all”. And I don’t know that we really understand still the need for sleep. I didn’t invent it for the basic needs to sleep or eat — I invented it for things like, I am attracted to or are charmed by this person and not that person, or this pastry and not that pickle. Trying to convince someone with persuasive argument and/or logic that they don’t really love german chocolate cake is, well, just don’t do it. And even more so for who they find attractive. I have long distinguished between things that are good or well done, but which I don’t care for, and the things that I like, in an effort to meet people halfway but I probably could have skipped that and gone straight to, whatever, dude, I hate it.

Anyway. New one! Tools Not Rules. I’ve been using the idea of a “frame” to figure out which set of principles / rules / guidelines to apply in a given situation; it replaced a hierarchy with jurisdictional components which honestly didn’t work great for me. It dawned on me that instead of explaining this as different sets of principles / rules / guidelines, I could just, whatever, dude, I hate rules. I use tools. And now the things I used to call principles / rules / guidelines are explicitly, hey try this and see if it’s helpful.

Tools Not Rules.

This is almost certainly wildly unclear and there will be misunderstandings galore (possibly in the comments) and I will attempt to elucidate to anyone who conveys their confusion or vehement disapproval, until I decide it reflects poorly on your character and I don’t know you anyway and just go back to ignoring things that I view as someone very clearly being themselves and not requiring my involvement or assistance.

But I’m so happy to have another punchy tag! Tools Not Rules!
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2025-07-03 11:55 pm

First day in Paris

We packed up and checked out and got an Uber to StayCity Gare de l’Est. R. took some convincing, but once he understood the pricing, he was game. We had lunch at “A Place for”, which is like a Paris diner (thank you SIL T. for figuring out what to call that place, because R. and I couldn’t figure out what to call it). I had a really great Manhattan, and fish and chips and a tiny cup of espresso which I gleefully dumped the packet of sugar into. A. had the kids chicken strips and a massive quantity of fries, and a couple scoops of vanilla ice cream.

I went to a Carrefour and bought some fruit, veg, bread, pastry and a box of chicken nuggets. I fed part of the bread and some of the cheese from home for her dinner. R. and I went to Faubourg Daimant (we walked). It’s vegan, and there was amazing food. He had a quinoa dish. We split some bread and fake butter with smoked salt and fake caviar with almond “ricotta”. We had the tater tots with some kind of green sauce which was fabulous. I had the ganache for dessert and he had the apple dessert. I had a mezcal cocktail and he had a spritz, both very herbal. He had a pinot noir. He had the framboise (the best he’s ever had he says) and I had a calvados which was excellent. No coffee. We were stuffed.

We took an uber to Caveau de la Huchette for jazz which we had to stand in line for. It was pretty good, and we met W. (T.’s boyfriend) and SIL T. talked very loudly into my ear and probably could not hear me at all. We walked around a bit, and found Caveau des Oubliettes, which had blues and was better, altho by that time T. was pretty drunk and simultaneously flagging.

There was some kind of music festival between us and the Latin Quarter, so we took the Metro back. We bought navigo cards (probably would not have had to do this if I had set the app up, which I never bothered to do) and loaded them with a single fare to get home. Nice straight shot to Gare de l’Est and an easy walk from there. The Metro is clean and smooth and well-lit and has seats and isn’t terrifying at all, and no one harassed us even a little. Such a change from my previous Paris trip. I might be willing to come back sooner than 23 years. Apparently T. and W. are going to be in London most of the time we are there. Hilarious.
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2025-07-02 11:55 pm

Third and Last Day in the parks

I took A. to Studios in the morning, with the full express pass and did the Spiderman ride, Crush’s Coster, Ratatouille, Twilight Zone. R. did Cars Road Trip with us, and the earth quake, burning fuel tanker and flash flood really drives home how they are completely referencing Universal Studios Tram ride with Road Trip.

A. did the parachute drop, which was so calm it almost wasn’t a drop ride. Cute theming tho.

A. and I had lunch at Hollywood Gardens and I got the Holly-Red burger, which was weird but pretty good. I also had the Magnum Vegan which was awesome. It was 90 when we left. Ugh.

I cooked the rest of the food (the other half of the steak, the other piece of chicken) and served it to the three of us for a light dinner. We followed it up with cookies and other baked goodies on Main Street when we went back to the park.

We went to DisneyLand in the evening and did Star Tours, Small World, I did Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. R. and I did Hyperspace Mountain, which I regretted. He used A.’s express pass since it has a barrel roll and she was not interested.
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2025-07-01 11:55 pm

Second Day in the Park during a heat wave

We did not bring A. into the park at all; it got up to 100. R. and I went to Studios and rode the Spiderman ride, Crush’s Coaster (bought those two individually), Ratatouille (single rider) and Twilight Zone. We ran into a couple Californians who’ve been living in Seattle while in line for Crush. Fun!

We hunkered down in the hotel for the day.

In the evening, I don’t remember for sure but I don’t think I went back to the park. It took forever to cool down.

In the weeks and months leading up to this trip, one of my biggest fears was that we’d get a heat wave for some or all of our trip. I did everything in my power to ensure we had AC and laundry ever place we stayed, but even so, I was particularly afraid of being in Paris during the heatwave, because I suspected the AC would not be good enough to cope. In a way, having this happen in Marne-La-Vallee, in a villa with extremely effective AC, tons of space, and a really great kitchen, is the best way this could have happened. And also, what a complete pain.

So far, the hourly forecast is ludicrously accurate in terms of when and how much the temperature will change, and if the Paris forecast in coming days is accurate, we should be okay. Fingers crossed.
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2025-06-30 11:55 pm

First Day in Paris Disneyland

Went to DisneyLand. A. was difficult. We did Phantom Manor twice and took pictures and looked at the Lair of the Dragon which was awesome. A. and I really, really, really enjoyed that. It would have been a miserable day otherwise. Pirates of the Caribbean was being refurbished, as was Buzz Lightyear.

We had lunch at Annette’s Diner. A. had the chicken wings and celery and I had a burger and fries. Way too many burgers and fries on this trip already.

R. and I got an uber to a Carrefour and I bought groceries so we could feed A. and sometimes us at the hotel.

We went back to DisneyLand in the evening and did Star Tours, and the Mysteries of the Nautilus, which like the Lair of the Dragon was really awesome.
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2025-06-29 11:55 pm

A Long Drive

We drove to Marne La Vallee.

Lunch at Den Hespel, where A. had the steak and a Dame Blanche. Arrived too late and had to do after hours return on the rental car. We had dinner at the bar at StayCity, and it was surprisingly tasty.
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2025-06-27 11:55 pm

Exploring Heerenveen

I bought some bakery items to bring to my cousin once removed A. R. and I had coffee with her. PJ joined us, and we heard the story of what happened to H and PJ’s first daughter (who died at 15 days), and how PJ’s biological mother (alcoholic) left and could not attend the funeral because she had a cruise scheduled. H. and A. did not get along and H wanted a different mother-in-law and that didn’t work out either. Ouch. Tough tough tough.

Very nice to see both of them.

Lunch at Ferron — Italian, well-traveled, hired a local baker to produce real Italian bread with a view to producing Italian food that fits into Frisian expectations. Results are excellent, and really interesting — unusual to see someone other than Asians taking this approach, but it’s always interesting and often amazing. I got the Oedipus Thai Thai (beer) which was tasty but handed it over to Roland because it had lemongrass in it. He got a Rochefort Trappist, which I wound up finishing.

R. and I walked over to the Heerenveen museum which was unexpectedly awesome. A longtime apotheker’s display was in the gift shop. There was some interesting modern art, some of it looking kinda kinky in an iconic apple sort of way. There was a ton of stuff — library, office furniture, artwork — that once belonged to and/or pertained to the life of Ferdinand Domela Nieuwenhuis, an atheist socialist activist. He didn’t go by Ferdinand, but since he was also antimilitary, it got me wondering about Munro Leaf’s book for the kiddos. Is this yet another reference I failed to recognize. Early person to be cremated in Westerveld. 100% not expecting to learn that much about socialism in Heerenveen. The attic of the museum includes a puzzle / escape room! But mostly, it’s a display made to look like it could be someone’s attic where all kinds of old things are stashed. I was especially excited to see a bunch of Meccano, but R. was more interested in the enormous plane (for wood working). There was also a room about the 80th anniversary of the German occupation ending (that was not in the attic).

Dinner in Wolvega at ‘T Stad Huys Grand Cafe. My chair lost a leg towards the end. Yikes! A’s steak was not medium rare — it was rare. I ate the middle part. Fries were good. I had the vegan stew and it was good. Baked potatoes were really good. R. had an Advocaat, and A. got the apple streudel with vanilla saus, vanilla ice cream and vanilla whipped cream. I had a Belgian dubbel and a local Trippel (Gudzekop, maybe?).
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2025-06-26 11:55 pm

In which we arrive in the Netherlands

We had no problems getting on the plane. It was excessively comfortable and every other transatlantic will suck after this. Fortunately, I think we are getting the same going home from Gatwick. (Foreshadowing!) I did not correctly enter my meal request somehow (probably forgot to save it) but the small plates were adjusted so I did get some food. I also got some sleep, and A. was actually happy on this plane. Wow! It was a red eye, so we left last night and arrived today.

After we landed, we walked out to taxi stand (because we did carryon only), then over to app pickup, but neither was accessible to R. who was picking us up, so we returned to the terminal, went out to departures. He was able to meet us there, but he was finicky about parking precisely, and we didn’t understand that. We thought he was going to pass us by, and then when we went over to him and he kept adjusting, I thought he was going to hit us. Nerve wracking. I had a horrible headache on the drive up, so I put the mask / headband headphones on and napped. A little difficulty checking in, and they didn’t make me pay for the first night since it was after checking time for today by the time they got it squared away. The Short Stay apartment is close to everything, which is nice. R. and I went to LA Bistro, and I had a lot of bread and Roland’s Aperol Spritz because I was so out of it I ordered a cocktail that tasted great but had gin in it. I also had chicken satay with fries and a salad, and took some of it back to the room with me. I fed A out of the food we brought with us, and we stopped at an Albert Heijn to get stuff for tomorrow morning (croissant for Ali, some fruit and veg to replenish that food). R. checked into Valk, but I put Ali to bed before we went to dinner and she slept through.