A Strange Week

I celebrated last weekends summer like heat here by spending as much time as possible outside.  I went on an evening walk to Mayfair, which is probably the ritziest part of London.  I got to see the American Embassy, found it warming that there is also a memorial for 9/11 there.  I woke up on Sunday with a tickle in my throat that didn't go away, and woke Monday to a full blown cold.  The massive amounts of raw garlic and vitamin C has made the cold cycle through in a few days, but as there was a heavy  duty school inspection this week, followed by parent-teacher conferences, it still made for a long week.

Prior to and during this week, I have bore witness to several friends and family struggling with things that are beyond my influence, and wish in vain I could take away or remedy.  I hate seeing amazing people, who live decent, authentic lives have to deal with things they shouldn't.  At the same time, their strength, will, and perseverance is truly amazing.  It has made me enjoy the magic I do see here even more.  Deep breaths help too :).   

I am so excited to go home in a week.  I am excited to hug those I love, and have one last long drink of that time, place, and those I love, before what will likely be a long absence. I am grateful to those of our friends that are helping make this transition easier on Em and the dogs.

Tomorrow's agenda: shopping and the market in Notting Hill, lunch with colleagues, then a symphony performance in Ealing.  Again, I feel fortunate!

J