Two days with dons

First, let me say that Greg feels much better today; he is able to get down the stairs for some of the day, and the pain is less. We're having dinners, these days, around the coffee table in the parlor; tonight, Leenie made a fantastic Moroccan tagine for us, and we sat around on pillows on the floor, just like in the Casbah (well, almost).

So yesterday John and I saw the powerful, immensely sad and thoughtful play about CS Lewis and his late-in-life love for Joy Gresham, who died three years after they married.... and yes, Jim, it made me teary too. (It made us think a lot about Leenie and Greg's close brush with the fear of loss; and reminded us that every day must be treasured.... Leenie and Greg are now celebrating each day as a 'birthday' -- the 'first day of the rest of their life' as the old folk song goes.)

Well, any play about C S Lewis is about Oxford; so today, John and I left the Cope Place house to the newlyweds, and went out to Oxford. What a beautiful day! The weather was perfect autumn, the trip was easy. And Oxford was a joy. All that I have read about that city of bells and towers came alive as we toured the huge, beautiful campus. This excursion was one of the highlights of my trip so far.

So, back safe in Kensington, we celebrated this 'birthday' with Greg with a lemon cheesecake crowned with a marzipan camel Leenie found in a local patisserie -- this decor in honor of her ride on a real camel a few days ago in the Moroccan desert. (I'll let her tell that story, later.)

No telling what tomorrow will bring; but for today, we are well and happy, and who can ask for anything more?

Goodnight, dear ones all.