A Nighttime Stroll

Yesterday turned out to be very busy. I did a lot of stuff in the morning around the house, including some plant care and sponge-mopping the bathroom ceiling. Yes, you read that right! The ceiling above our shower tends to get a bit discolored by damp, so every year or so I sponge-mop it with a mild bleach solution. Difficult to do but good for upper-body strength!

I also vacuumed and did laundry, cleaned our bathrooms and hauled our sheets and towels to the laundromat, where I have them washed in larger machines than our washer at home.

After that busy morning, I read "The Old Curiosity Shop" for a while, had a light lunch and then made my way to the dentist, where I had to have a filling replaced. I told my dentist I'm surprised that some of the fillings I got in the mid- to late '90s seemed to be failing or wearing down, while my oldest filling -- the only metal amalgam filling in my mouth -- is still functioning perfectly well. The dentist said those old amalgam fillings are strong and it may well last me the rest of my life. (Now that I've said it, it probably won't.)

In the evening, I was meeting up with my friend Sally near Sloane Square for drinks and a concert. I decided to walk there, which meant meandering through Marylebone and Marble Arch, across Hyde Park and through Knightsbridge into Chelsea. It was a beautiful evening and perfect for walking. I passed Lee Simmons' sculpture "Circadian" at Marble Arch (above), like a giant calla lily sprouting from the pavement.

In Hyde Park, the Winter Wonderland is about to open. I've never been to the Winter Wonderland. Maybe I can convince Dave to go!

The cafe at the east end of the Serpentine was busy in the twilight...

...and I stopped to watch bats fluttering over the water. (I had my AirPods in my ears at the time so I didn't realize when I made the video that a crying baby was nearby -- hence the added music track!)

In Chelsea, Peter Jones is all lit up for Christmas. I've never been in that store. I've always assumed it's too swank for me, being in the very swank neighborhood of Sloane Square, but it's owned by John Lewis and apparently it has a restaurant on the top floor. I should check it out sometime. So much to do!

Sally, her neighbor Chris and I met at the nearby Antelope pub, where we had a drink before making our way to the show. We saw a music group called Cloudbusting, which specializes in performing the music of Kate Bush -- in this case with the West London Sinfonia, at Cadogan Hall. Bush rarely performs her own music live, so this group has sort of stepped into the breach and they do it justice. We thoroughly enjoyed the show.

Afterwards, Sally and Chris headed for the tube and I decided to keep walking. Why don't I walk more at night? It was really enjoyable. I hope I'm demonstrating to all the MAGA Americans who think London is a giant no-go zone full of dangerous immigrants that it simply isn't true. I was out for hours after dark surrounded by people of every race and many nationalities and never felt any sense of threat or danger.

I put Kate Bush on my iTunes so I could listen to her music as I headed toward the Green Park tube station. I walked past Elizabeth Street in Belgravia (above)...

...and past the softly lit Buckingham Palace. As I crossed in front of the palace, coincidentally, Bush's song "Oh England My Lionheart" began to play from my iTunes:

Oh, England, my lionheart
I don't want to go

And that reminds me to tell you -- remember the Iceberg? That looming life change that looked like it might happen and that was giving me agita? Well, we have safely sailed past it, or so it appears. Basically, Dave was considering pursuing a job opportunity, but he has decided not to apply. It would have meant moving back to the United States, which neither of us are particularly eager to do -- and though there were several reasons he decided against it, we mainly don't want to tear out our life here by the roots. (I'm using a plant metaphor because the prospect of giving up all my plants was a major part of my stress!) I'm happy to report that we are staying put in England, My Lionheart.

Desk

Some of you asked about the stuff on my desk. It's an ever-changing collection of junque, but here's what things look like at the moment.

The pottery pencil cup has been in the library longer than I have, and I don't know who made it or how old it is. It's just always there.

The Stonehenge cup came from this trip I took with some high school classes back in 2022. One of the teachers bought some souvenirs to distribute to the kids, and the cup was left over, so it was mine by default. It usually has pencils in it too, but we seem to be momentarily low on our pencil supply.

The Beanie Baby parrot ("Jabber") I found among the holiday decorations in a cabinet in our conference room. I set it out on the desk so everyone could enjoy it. Hilariously, they are listed on eBay at prices ranging from £4.50 to £4,774.03! I'm pretty sure if that latter price was realistic Jabber would have been parrot-napped by now.

The wooden bird at left looks like a Latin American souvenir. I don't know where it came from -- again, I found it in a library cabinet. I used to have a little blue hippopotamus from the same cabinet but someone recently absconded with it. Hopefully it found a good home.

The gold cow is a game piece from the Hollywood edition of the game "Herd Mentality." I found it on the sidewalk while walking Olga.

The plaster "Happy!" face I found among some furniture being discarded by the school, and the artificial leaves and acorns are scattered around the library at the moment as a seasonal decoration.

Finally, the container of BYOMA (whatever that is!) was something a student left behind. I usually have a rotating collection of makeup, personal-care and school supplies sitting up there, depending on what's been recently lost. (Which is why the dinosaur pencil case was displayed there!) The BYOMA was reclaimed yesterday afternoon.

On the surface of my desk, underneath the ledge where all that stuff above sits, I keep pictures and some other random objects -- work-related books, my good pens that I don't want students to steal, and a bowl of debris I've picked up around the library over the years.

I've actually shown you the contents of this bowl before, though the collection grows and changes over time. Every once in a while I get motivated to find a home for the various game pieces or puzzle pieces that accumulate there, and then I inevitably find new stuff. It never ends.

So there you have it. Wasn't that FASCINATING?! I'm not taking any of this stuff with me when I leave in April, except the pictures. I bequeath everything else to my fellow librarians.

Time Management and Raw Pie

Our Japanese maple has lost most of its leaves, as you can see above. It still makes for a very autumnal scene, although we do not have weather to match. I walked to school yesterday in short sleeves with no jacket and was perfectly comfortable.

I don't know what has happened to my time management skills. I never used to feel harried or pressed for time, but lately I'm having trouble getting everything done. If I laid out a timetable of my day it would look something like this:

5:30-7 a.m.: Coffee, unpack dishwasher, write blog post
7-8: Get ready for work, household stuff (make bed, etc)
8-8:30: Walk to work
8:30-12: Work
12-1: Lunch, answer blog comments
1-4:30: Work
4:30-5: Walk home
5-7: Catch up with Dave, read blogs
7-9: TV
9-9:30: Bed

Now, obviously some down time will occur periodically during the day. That's when I'll grab time to read the news -- and reading is how I absorb the bulk of my information about current events. But "work" is much busier than it used to be, given that the other assistant is only half-time now. And when do I read books? This is why it takes me forever to read a novel nowadays. I pretty much only read on weekends.

I could cut out TV, but that's what Dave and I share in the evenings -- watching our shows. In other words, it's not just TV. It's bonding time for us.

I guess I shouldn't lament all this too much, since in six months I'll become unemployed and although I'll be poorer, my time will open up considerably.

At the risk of overkill, here are some more shots of our Thanksgiving cacti:

I would not say I'm the cactus whisperer, by any means, but they're doing better this year than they have in a while.

A couple of days ago we had sixth-grade classes come into the library for lessons on how to find non-fiction books. The Dewey Decimal System is a mystery to most kids -- and many adults, as well -- so they need some help navigating that. The lessons are a good idea, but these kids are a whirlwind. This is how they left one shelf:

As my former co-worker Tabatha used to say, "You gotta laugh to keep from cryin'!"

In comments on a recent post, some of you questioned the wisdom of eating week-old pasta sauce. Well, here's another food-safety dilemma for you. Dave ordered a pre-made apple pie from Waitrose and had it delivered with the rest of our groceries. He left the pie on the kitchen counter for three or four days -- he figured it would be fine since it was already baked.

But when I went to cut it last night, it seemed very soggy, and I realized that although the top looked browned, the dough was basically raw. I looked more closely at the box, and the pie was supposed to be refrigerated and then baked for another 30 minutes before serving! Oops.

Needless to say, we threw it out. I wonder how many people make that mistake.

A Prehistoric Mystery

The other day I found this pencil case abandoned on the floor in the library. I set it on my desk in the hopes that whoever lost it would see it and reclaim it, and in the meantime it became an object of curiosity. Is that a dinosaur? And what is the dinosaur doing?

It looked to me like the dinosaur was either smoking or shooting a gun. As a fellow teacher remarked, "Either one would be inappropriate."

Lo and behold, a few days later, a high schooler walking by saw it and grabbed it. I asked if it was hers and she said yes, and I asked for the story behind the dinosaur. Was it smoking or shooting? "I don't even know," she said, looking at it quizzically.

More research being warranted, I loaded the closeup above into Google. It took me a while to wade through the results, a slew of dinosaur cartoons -- including one of a dinosaur smoking a joint, which is an option I hadn't even considered. (But which would explain feigned ignorance on the part of the teenager.)

But forget about that because I finally found the exact image, a product of a cheerful Korean outfit called Joguman Studio. The caption reads, "I am a herbivore. But that doesn't mean I can't kill you."

Aha. Gun it is.

I'm sure that probably violates some school policy, but it's a tiny image and as I found, not readily decipherable. I'm letting it slide, especially since I now can't remember whose pencil case it is. Looking at my top picture again, I see that the pencil case has a manufacturer's tag, so why I didn't just look at that rather than going through all the rigmarole above, I'm not sure.

Funky Pumpkin Patch

This little display just went up in our Lower School lobby. Who doesn't like a "Funky 2nd Grade Pumpkin Patch"? I like the autumnal color scheme and all the individual artworks, but I think my favorite might be the blue-gray one at upper right, second from the top -- the one that looks like a big lima bean. That kid has quirky artistic vision!

The second one from the left in the top row above is pretty cool too. Looks like pumpkins baking in a big magenta oven.

Thanks for all your concern about Dave. He stayed home yesterday and rested and he feels better today, but we still have to figure out next steps. The doctors didn't recommend any kind of follow-up beyond an MRI of his head, so maybe it's back to the GP for suggestions on how to better regulate his heart rate. I think he needs to be sure not to get dehydrated, which I suspect could be playing a part in this, and I know he has some anxiety about stuff going on in his professional life. A colleague suggested I get him a FitBit or something similar that will monitor his pulse, and I like that idea. We need to know how often this is happening and if it's constant or episodic.

I moved a few more of the dahlias into the shed last night, tucked away for the winter. The others still have leaves on them so I'm leaving them out until the foliage dies back naturally, which it will do with the first light frost. They look so terrible -- I'm ready to get them out of sight!

In the afternoon I read that Dick Cheney died. As I told a co-worker, "He's in a warm place now."

Last night Dave made chili using some leftover bolognese sauce that he made a week ago. When he suggested this idea, I was all for it -- but I told him he should heat the bolognese separately, put it in the bottom of our bowls, and put the new chili on top. That way we'd eat ALL of the bolognese right away, rather than stirring it into the chili, which itself will become a leftover. Know what I mean? Otherwise, we'd have old bolognese hanging around in the new food.

Well, Dave thought this was just the craziest suggestion I'd ever made. "I'm boiling the whole thing again," he said.

But in the end he relented and I ate the bolognese with the new chili on top, and chili pot remains untainted. Doesn't that make sense to you? Or am I being nuts? I suppose any time we make soup with leftovers everything gets stirred together -- which is the same thing Dave was proposing -- and that sits around until we finish it. I dunno.

A&E and Yowling Animals

Our Japanese maple is a ball of crimson at this time of year!

Totoro appreciates the colorful leaves. He needs a bath again, doesn't he?

Yesterday, my boss pulled together a little birthday celebration for me in the afternoon with my co-workers, which felt really good. We've gotten away from celebrating birthdays in recent years so I'm glad we're apparently back on track with that -- it seems like a small thing but I think it helps with team-building and morale. I got a stack of chocolate chip cookies which I will never refuse!

I also learned, to my chagrin, that I'm supposed to participate in an upcoming meeting that will help write a mission statement for my department. One of my co-workers will be there too. Neither of us is thrilled about this, and it seems especially silly when I'm on my way out the door, but hey, I'll do whatever I have to do.

The day took a turn on my walk home from work. Dave had gone to the doctor for a checkup because he felt over the weekend that he'd been struggling with "brain fog," and some of the immunological symptoms associated with his Crohn's (and its treatments) were flaring up again. He gets really red, puffy eyes, for example, and they were bothering him. The doctor checked his blood pressure as a matter of course and found that Dave's heart rate was 136 beats per minute, which is quite high. He sent Dave off to the hospital for an ECG and blood tests.

Dave called me on my walk home from work to deliver this news, so I altered course and met him in the hospital's A&E (accident and emergency) department, which we in the states would call the ER. His heart rate was still high there, though slightly slower -- around 131 -- and his blood pressure was a bit elevated. The ECG was normal and his blood tests revealed nothing. The doctor ordered an additional scan to make sure he hadn't had a small stroke, which seemed a very remote possibility, and again, nothing was found.

Needless to say, it was a LONG evening of sitting in a waiting room. I read blogs on my phone (I didn't comment because I wasn't signed in -- but thanks for the shout-out, YP!), multiple newspapers, and in a sure sign that I was desperate for entertainment, I watched Facebook reels of cute animals and of guys doing parkour. (They're always very muscular and often shirtless -- a different type of cute animal, I suppose.) We had dinner from the hospital cafe. When Dave was there last year for his hernia surgery I got a cup of mango every evening for dinner, so I did the same last night. As I told Dave, "I'm always happy to have mango at the hospital!"

I finally left after five hours because I knew Dave was more or less OK and I'd never be able to get up and go to work today if I didn't get some sleep. Dave was about an hour and a half behind me. The doctors said the tests were all normal but they want an MRI, again to check for stroke risk. We still have to figure out the heart rate issue, but Dave also gets no exercise. I told him, "Your heart would probably be healthier and stronger if you used it!"

On a happier note, I have more footage from the garden cam. This includes an excellent daytime look at our stalking fox, and also some evidence of conflict among the creatures in our little woodland oasis. WARNING: Turn down the sound on your computer at the end, particularly if you have cats nearby!

The video starts with a nighttime shot of the fox, practically invisible behind shrubbery at the left of the screen.
-- At 0:18, we have some amusing squirrel shenanigans.
-- At 0:40,  Bell the Bengal walks by, followed just six minutes later by Pale Cat.
-- At 0:57, things really get good. We get some excellent daytime footage of Q-Tip, the fox with the white-tipped tail. He/she lingers by the camera and unsuccessfully stalks a nearby critter, probably a pigeon.
-- At 2:07, the brown-tailed fox (Brownie?) goes by.
-- At 2:27, Pale Cat turns up with a prominent bandage on his forehead. Obviously he's been out scrapping.
-- At 2:40, Brownie trots by in the rain.
-- At 2:47 Bell the Bengal turns up, followed just two minutes later (!) by Brownie.
-- At 3:06 we see Q-Tip in the rain.
-- At 3:20, Pale Cat shows up again. The bandage has been removed but he/she seems to have a bald spot.
-- At 3:35 Bell the Bengal is on a leisurely stroll; Pale Cat follows his/her exact path one minute later!
Clearly these animals are keeping an eye on one another.
-- Finally, at 4:20, some off-camera conflict. Pale Cat goes on alert, followed by hellacious feline yowling. We were awake when that was going on but surprisingly, we didn't hear them. I do occasionally hear yowling cats out there, though.

Autumn Heath Walk

As promised, I had to get out and take a walk yesterday to work off my oysters and filet mignon. I decided to go back to Hampstead Heath. I hadn't walked the main part of the Heath in ages -- not since Olga died. So I was long overdue for a visit, even though I knew it would make me miss Olga.

Autumn leaves in London are usually not that colorful, at least in wild places like the Heath, but I passed this tree in Hampstead that was such a pure yellow -- amazing against the blue sky.

There are still some vestiges of Halloween hanging around out there!

I saw loads of squawky parakeets on the Heath. This one was using the leaves of a tree to keep the sun out of its eyes.

From the northern part of the Heath near Kenwood House there's a good view of the city through the trees. I definitely hadn't been up in this part of the Heath in a long, long time.

The blackberries always develop a lot of color in the autumn.

These are the gardens near Athlone House, another area I haven't seen in ages. Remember when I took photos of Olga there, in front of the blooming azaleas? We used to routinely walk through that area but as Olga got older it got to be too far for her.

And of course I finished up atop Parliament Hill, taking in the scenic view of the city. As you can see, the weather cooperated quite nicely. We had a rainy morning but the sun was out all afternoon.

I'm far enough out from Olga's death now that I can take walks like this and not be sad -- at least, not too sad. I did miss her crazy activity -- the mud baths, the Kong-chasing. It's harder to walk so far when I'm not distracted by an amusing dog! I was beat by the time I got back to the house, and I slept like a log last night.

In Which I Turn 59

Yes, today is in fact my birthday. Dave and I celebrated last night because it's always more fun to celebrate on a Saturday, and besides he has to go down to South London today to guest-conduct a musical ensemble for a friend. (Long story!)

We went to Canary Wharf, in East London. A couple of years ago, while there for the Winter Lights festival, I spotted a couple of restaurants that appeared to have been built on floating structures in the boat basin. I blogged a photo at the time. They've lived in my memory ever since, so we made a reservation at the Hawksmoor steak house.

Hawksmoor is a small chain, with ten restaurants in the UK, two in the USA (New York and Chicago) and one in Ireland.  Here was the view from our very good table by the window:

Not too shabby, right?! I like the reflected lights from the restaurant overlaid on the cityscape. I do wonder how long we're going to be able to maintain the kind of energy production that allows us to light up empty office buildings at night. Surely this is not sustainable in the long run of civilization. But in the meantime it looks nice.

I had an excellent dinner -- oysters, filet mignon with a couple of sides and a salad, and a pavlova for dessert with a candle in it. Oh, and two not-very-strong martinis! I gained approximately 20 pounds and will probably be diagnosed with gout.

But that's OK, because I plan to work it off today with a long walk somewhere. We shall see.

When left to my own devices I usually tend toward vegetarian meals, but you can't go to a steak house and not eat steak. And it was darn good, I must say. Dave and I were both very impressed.

Otherwise, yesterday was pretty chill. I spent it mostly on the couch reading. I'm about 140 pages into "The Old Curiosity Shop" and I fear the curiosity shop itself has already exited the plot, having been siezed and its contents sold off by a scoundrel. What will the old man and Little Nell do now?

The photo at the top, by the way, shows illuminated "Lightbenches" by LBO Lichtbank that were part of Winter Lights several years ago, and are now permanent features in Canary Wharf's Jubilee Park.

Cacti

Believe it or not, we had NINE trick-or-treaters yesterday! I was astonished! By the time I got home from work Dave had already had one, and then the rest showed up over the course of the evening until about 7:30 p.m. And then I had to turn out the porch light because we were down to one mini-candy bar and I worried about how I'd handle it if two kids showed up.

I guess the porch light really is the signal, because we had no other Halloween decorations and no jack-o-lantern. Maybe people on the street know we're American and thus likely to be participating in this insanity, but as I said yesterday, no one came around in previous years.

I must admit I enjoyed handing out candy more than I thought. At some point I turned to Dave and said, "This is pretty fun!"

He rolled his eyes.

Pictures today from our Thanksgiving cacti, which as I understand it really are slightly different from Christmas cacti. Something about the shape of the leaf -- and when they bloom, obviously. (Here's a rather breathless article on the subject.)

This first one is the white -- or really light pink -- cactus that blog reader Frances sent me as a cutting several years ago. It's having its best year ever. I actually have two of them, because I rooted some sprigs in different pots, and now one of those pots dropped a few segments so I have a third one going.

My salmon-colored cactus has about three flowers on it, which is better than last year's one. I've had this plant since 2019 and it's probably the feeblest (healthwise) of all my Thanksgiving cacti, but it's hanging in there.

And finally, here are the bright pink ones, which have dozens of flowers and are easily the most robust. I have two pink-flowering plants. How did I wind up with all these flipping cacti? Basically every time a piece breaks off I root it, because I can't bear to throw it away. Hence, I have more than I ever intended. This is the time of year that it all pays off!

Boo!

Another year, another Halloween. I went out on a limb this year and bought a box of miniature Cadbury chocolate bars, in case of trick-or-treaters. Mind you, we have never had a trick-or-treater, and as you may remember Dave and I normally turn off the lights and stay in the back of the house so as not to invite any. But the new neighbors upstairs have a couple of kids, and though they're probably well past trick-or-treating age, I wanted to be prepared in case they knock on the door. They'll know whether or not we're home so hiding from them wouldn't be an option.

There's also a house a couple doors down, festooned with fake cobwebs and plastic spiders, where an American couple live with numerous small kids. I figured they might turn up too.

In any case, we're ready.

Found in a returned library book

I had a funny exchange with a little girl yesterday in the Lower School, a first-grader. She asked me how old I am.

"Pretty old," I replied. "How old do you think I am?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Twenty six!"

I told her that was the nicest thing anyone had said to me for at least a month, but I was much older than that.

"Seventy nine!" she said.

Criminy.

Rainy Day Disorientation

That was the view early yesterday morning from our hotel room window. Not exactly optimal beach weather, and in fact it got worse after I took the picture! You can see my Suzanne Vega tour t-shirt on the chair. I thought as an image it summarized our quick trip very well.

We had a late-morning breakfast -- a brunch, really -- at a place called The Breakfast Club that I'd photographed on a previous trip. They even had American-style pancakes!

Not exactly Denny's, but close. Often in England when pancakes are on the menu they're these skinny, crepe-like things, so we were happy to see these. I got caught up in the American atmosphere and ordered coffee, and the waitress asked in a not entirely pleasant way, "What kind of coffee?" And then I realized I had to specify Americano or Espresso or whatever, because we're still in Europe and plain old brewed coffee is not really a thing. What was I thinking?!

Anyway, we lingered at The Breakfast Club for a while before braving the rainy walk to the train station and catching a train straight back to West Hampstead, which is about as convenient as possible. I read "The Old Curiosity Shop" on the way.

Stickers on the back of a street sign in Brighton

We were slightly disoriented (or "disorientated," as people say here) all day, sitting at home on a random Wednesday afternoon; between that and Sunday's time change I never felt quite normal. I was happy to go to bed and wake up this morning back on my daily routine -- although I have to be at work half an hour early today as I'm being "interviewed" by a seventh-grade class for a project.

Speaking of work, on Tuesday I had a funny experience when I saw a fifth-grade girl come into the library and slip a book into the book return. Something about her looked sheepish, so I promptly retrieved the book and it was sopping wet. I don't just mean damp, or partly wet. I mean it looked like it had spent the night in a full bathtub.

I showed my co-worker and we had a good laugh about what would possess a kid to put a wet book in the book return, on top of what could have been (but fortunately wasn't) a bunch of other books. I could have chased her down or contacted her parents about paying for it, but it was just a little paperback that I think was a donation anyway, so I decided to let the whole thing go. I deleted the book and threw it away. Moving on!

The Vega Show

Well, here we are in Brighton. We've seen our concert and now we have half a day to wander around town, have a leisurely brunch and then catch the train back to London. The weather isn't exactly cooperating, as it's pretty damp out there, but I can't have everything and this is England in almost-November.

Dave and I worked full days yesterday and then promptly headed for Victoria station, where we caught a train that brought us to Brighton in just over an hour. We had sandwiches on the train, so all we had to do here was check into our hotel and then head to the theater.

We passed the ghost projection above, swirling on the sidewalk in front of the Theatre Royal. That's not where our concert was, though -- it was across the street at the Brighton Dome, part of the fanciful Royal Pavilion complex. The inside of the theater featured Indian (from India) style arches and architectural elements; it was a cool place to see a show.

The music began at 7:30 p.m. with opening act Katherine Priddy, a singer and acoustic guitarist, and we caught most of that. Suzanne Vega took the stage with her two accompanists, a guitarist and a cellist, soon afterwards.

As I said in yesterday's post, I've been a fan of Vega since the 1980s. I think my college friend Lorenzo first introduced me to her music, back when she only had one album. Now she has ten albums and a long career behind her, including radio hits like "Luka" and "Tom's Diner." She's 66, so she's several years older than me, but I still feel like we've grown up together. I first saw her in concert 35 years ago, and most recently (before last night) 18 years ago, which blows my mind!

For those of you who may know her songs, here's the set list from last night's show:

Marlene on the Wall
99.9 Fº
Caramel

Small Blue Thing
Gypsy
In Liverpool
The Queen and the Soldier
Flying With Angels
Speaker's Corner

Chambermaid
Left of Center
I Never Wear White
Some Journey
Luka
Tom's Diner

Encores:
Walk on the Wild Side
Alley
Galway

Some of those are from her newest album, which I haven't yet heard, and I hope I got all the titles right! I was happily surprised to hear her play "Walk on the Wild Side," because she usually sings her own songs rather than covering someone else's, but apparently she regularly performs that one as a tribute to her late friend Lou Reed.

Here's a very brief 40-second snippet of her performing "Tom's Diner," the hit DNA version with a beat (as opposed to her original song, which was a capella.)

After the show we walked back to the hotel, past the decorative doorways of the building known as the Corn Exchange (above). Now, I'm off to find some morning coffee!

Deo

Here are the neighborhood pigeons, roosting once again in the walnut tree in our garden. You can see how the autumn colors have deepened since I took a similar photo in September. The Japanese maple is blazing more and more red and the walnut is gradually yellowing.

I made a discovery which, although touching on an unsavory subject, might be useful for you all to know. Remember how I mentioned that I found myself wearing a slightly odiferous sweater the other day? Well, the truth is, both I and the sweater were odiferous, and here's why. Some time ago, I bought two new sticks of deodorant -- Sure, my usual brand, in identical green plastic containers. I used one of the sticks and it was fine. When it ran out, I moved to the other, and I thought, "Hey, this one seems slightly different." I didn't give it much thought until one or two days later -- the day of the sweater.

I discovered that I'd inadvertently bought something called "Sure Whole Body Deo," which is not the same as regular anti-perspirant. In Sure's own words, "Traditional deodorants, especially antiperspirant deodorants, are designed to tackle body odor at its root by blocking sweat glands and reducing skin bacteria. Body sprays, on the other hand, are akin to perfumes, offering a fragrant cover-up for odors with a blend of herbs, oils, and spices."

(This was not a spray, but I assume the product is similar however it's delivered.)

So basically I'd bought something that was not my regular deodorant -- that "covers up" odors rather than blocking them. BEWARE the "Whole Body Deo"! That's my useful consumer information for the day.

Dave and I are off to Brighton this evening to see Suzanne Vega in concert. I've seen her live a couple of times, once back in 1990 during her tour for her album "Days of Open Hand," and again in 2007, a show I blogged about. (She also showed up as a surprise guest at a Christmas benefit concert I attended that same year.)

I've been a longtime fan so I'm looking forward to this. I bought the tickets way back in May so thank goodness I didn't forget. We'll stay overnight in Brighton and we've taken tomorrow off work, so we don't need to rush home. I hope we can have a leisurely morning by the sea!

A Mostly Sunny Walk to Edgware

After spending all of Saturday in the house, I decided I needed some exercise and a change of scenery. So yesterday I grabbed the big camera and headed north along Edgware Road for a good, long photo walk.

I trekked through the neighborhoods of Kilburn, Cricklewood, Colindale, Burnt Oak, Edgware and Canons Park. I've been up that way before but it's been years. As you can see above, I was lucky enough to have sunshine for the first part of my walk, and although it was chilly out it felt good.

 I stopped at the Welsh Harp Reservoir, which has recently undergone a massive cleanup that involved draining the water, relocating fish and gathering tons of rubbish. I was glad to see it once again full of water and if the birds are any indication, it has been restocked with plenty more fish (as was the plan).

Here are a couple of other fun snapshots I grabbed along the way:

Free perfume/cologne, anyone? I don't wear any of that stuff so I left it behind. (I can't even tell if it's meant for a man or woman, or maybe there's a mix of both?)

A curious name for an apartment building. "Holocene" is the name of our current geological age, but it also stems from the Greek words for "all new," so maybe it's named that because it's a new building?

Mysterious graffiti in Colindale. There is no beach nearby, though I suppose if you head in any direction for long enough you'd eventually hit one.

In Edgware I stopped by St. Margaret's Church, which has an interesting graveyard that provides a green oasis in the middle of an otherwise quite developed area. There were wildflower plantings (mostly gone to seed now), a frog pond, an "insect hotel" and other ecological features, as well as historical gravestones, with the graves of former soldiers marked with red poppies.

Across the very busy road -- where it was impossible to take a picture without cars, though I did try -- is the historic but troubled Railway Hotel. It closed in 2006 and although plans for its renovation were announced more than five years ago it remains mostly shuttered.

From the Canons Park tube station, I caught the Jubilee Line straight back to West Hampstead. All told I walked about eight miles. (According to the health app on my phone, I took 2,153 steps on Saturday, and 20,972 yesterday!)