Monday, October 2, 2017
Autumnal Heath Walk
I took Olga to Hampstead Heath yesterday morning. Fall is definitely arriving!
We had a good long walk. We came across a couple of clumps of purple asters, which I'd photographed in the same location last year. I guess they're an annual thing in that spot.
And Olga indulged her previously unknown tree-climbing skills. (!)
After we came home, in between loads of laundry, I watched the movie "Peyton Place," with Lana Turner. I read the book when I was in high school and first saw the film about ten years ago, but I'd forgotten most of it. It's very long. In fact, I'm still not quite done with it -- I had to turn it off to go meet Dave at school, where he was working. I have about ten minutes to go, I think, and I hope to polish it off this morning before work because otherwise, how will I know whether Selena is acquitted of murder? And will she be dumped by Ted for her scandalous reputation? And will Constance get together with Michael, and Alison with Norman (now that they have recovered from being unjustly accused of swimming nude together)?
There's nothing like a fabulous '50s Technicolor movie in Cinemarama (or whatever) on a Sunday afternoon.
Yesterday evening Dave and I went down to Epsom, a town southwest of London in Surrey, to see our friend Chris, who's slowly recuperating in the hospital after surgery. We took the train down (about 45 minutes) and came in the front entrance of Epsom General Hospital, and there wasn't a soul in sight. It was the strangest thing. We walked and walked through three wings of the hospital and didn't see a single human being. Dave said, "This is like 'The Shining'!" Finally, when we got to Chris's third-floor ward (called the High Dependency Unit, which as best as we could tell is a step down from the ICU) we saw a handful of nurses and patients. And sure enough, there was Chris, sitting up in a chair with his wife Linda by his side. We chatted for a while, survived a brief but perilous car trip with Linda back to the station, and took the train home.