Sep 9, 2019 12:00AM ChiSandy wrote:
Jazzy, so great that you were able to jam with your friends, and see gorgeous gardens to boot. Here, the temps dipped down near 60 overnight and we made it only to 65 today. It was gray and overcast, but didn't rain. We walked to Cellars for their Sept. "Care For Real" (neighborhood food pantry) tomato special of eggs shakshuka. (Edgewater restaurants are all adding a special tomato dish aa a fundraiser for the pantry all month). It was luscious, and I enjoyed a DOTD of a couple oz. each of cava and La Vielle Ferme Rhone red. Everything is suddenly in bloom here--my hostas and spider plants are flowering (and I saw a bumblebee on the latter afterward). Have a big pot of marigolds on the front porch. 7 tomatoes are ripe on my kitchen sill, 13 still on the vines. Going up into the 80s, even 90, for a few days this week, which may accelerate that.
Spent the weekend weeding out too-small shoes and refurbishing the ones I've collected over the years that still fit. (Most of them are some variety of orthopedic). Bought a stretcher to accommodated the bunions, new insoles for the squashed ones in my Finn Comforts, and a load of pads to shield my still-tender L toes. (My feet will always hurt, according to my podiatrist; at our age, yeah, yeah, yada yada). But I took dusty old wrecks and polished, padded, and stretched them into attractive wearability (or some semblance thereof).
At brunch today, Bob surprised me by saying how pumped he is to go to London--he spent the summer there on a study trip before proposing to me when he returned to Brooklyn. In 1991, with Gordy with us, we stayed in a weekly rental (the pre-internet precursor of AirBnB) in Brompton went only to the Museum of Science (not the V&A or British), and saw no shows. Did a full-day tour, hung out in Harrod's food halls, visited friends in Kensington, went to Hyde Park where Gordy played with Indian diplomats' kids, took the ferry across to Greenwich, and not much else. This time we'll be staying at the Athenaeum, where I stayed with the Bar Assn. We'll eat at St. John, of course, but seek out other places we couldn't afford as a young family. Maybe a show or concert or two. No touristy stuff this time. The fact that there'll be no trad. Thanksgiving dinner is sort of refreshing--small upscale restaurant portions will be a welcome respite from 1000-calorie holiday meals. Oh, and the dollar is stronger against the pound than any other time we've been to the UK.
So at his urging I went online to book the trip. I told him in no uncertain terms that there was no way I was flying regular Economy across the pond. I needed at least Premium Economy, in order to not just get some shut-eye but also room to stretch and walk about without main cabin flight attendants hassling me. (In 2012, when we went on our Budapest-Amsterdam river cruise, we changed planes at Heathrow and so all of our flights except the intra-European short hops were Premium Economy). In 2016 I flew business class and wasn't as enamored of British's as I am of Iberia's & Alitalia's--but at least I can lie flat and sleep on my side (without my snoring keeping the entire plane awake). Bob protested that all he wants to do on long flights is read. I went online to check prices and saw that on the way to London for that week, Business is $500 less than Premium Economy (in fact, cheaper than Basic Economy was two years ago); on the way back, it's the reverse (and twice as pricey--guess they're trying to soak the tourists returning to the US after T-Day). Bob conceded that the most expensive part of any vacation is the time off, and agreed reluctantly that at our age, DVT has to be avoided at all costs. So we'lll (ok, I'll) get to sleep en route to London to try & beat the jet lag, and on the way home not sleep but at least save our legs--and catnap once home, because we get some time back. He'll decompress that Sun. while I'll be in the Loop rehearsing all day.