Just a post about the before-and-after-cemetery that was our Saturday.
Richard’s work week is technically a 35 hour work week, Monday through Friday 9:30-5:30. Even though he has been going in earlier than 9:30, he is still around a lot more in the mornings than he ever was in Kuna. All told, I think his commute time here is actually a few minutes shorter than it was to Boise. The point being that we can eat breakfast as a family every morning.
This is a big deal for me. One of our goals in taking this opportunity to move to London was to simplify our lives and spend more time together as a family. So far it’s come together in this way even more than I imagined. I know that the longer we live here the more complicated our lives will get again, and it won’t always be this easy. But for now, without friends or family to divide our time with, we just have each other. Richard pointed out last week that we ate two meals together as a family in one day, which was unheard of before.
Anyway, we accomplished our goal so on Saturday morning we took a bus to Ladywell, about ten minutes away, and ate crepes at a place Eli and I have had our eyes on for awhile.
After we finished eating we took a stroll to find some of the beautiful buildings I was imagining. As soon as we reached this bridge I fell in love. From where we were on the outside there wasn’t much to see, but we cut through Clare College and all of the sudden we were in the heart of the university complex, like its own city.
We stopped and got some treats and drinks and then we found our way back to our car so we could make the drive home. I love being able to visit these places. But sometimes they make me feel so small; like such a little person from Idaho who doesn’t know the ways of the big, brilliant thinkers and intellectuals. I guess I’m content to just sit back and appreciate them for their contributions to our world, all those 80-something Cambridge alumni who have won a Nobel Prize…