Wickedly Tired

We are getting to the end.  Today's blog will be short -- and maybe a bit less exciting.  We have not had a quality jewel for some days.

Maybe first off for your amusement is an email from our landlord saying the students had generated complaints about their partying late into the night.  When we brought this up, they were all "it's not so bad, they complain over nothing."  Sigh.

Next, the airline seems to move around our departure time daily.  We were at 1630 at one point this week, but are now back to 1830.   We arrive at JFK at 2130.  I can't do the math.  Is it uphill?  Clearly one airport or another keeps moving them -- it's the same plane back and forth.

After class, M and I tried a new lunch spot, Natural Kitchen.  He had the tuna salad.

Then we went shopping.

Today's M highlight was about walking.  Today I hit 13,700 steps (the pedometer indicator stops at 10,000 for "active" but keeps counting).  I suggested getting the bus right outside of the restaurant but he said "it's ONLY four blocks."  I grunted.  Maybe it was "only."  He admitted later it was "maybe over four" (how many more?).  Yes, it's tricky with a notion of a limit (my body tells me if the pedometer doesn't) and he's been good about asking but he's not good on planning -- that "extra" 4 blocks was a big part of the "extra" 3,700 for active.  Thus, I write now (at 5:20 AM EDT), not last night.

We went into Harrod's.  M had a shopping list from home.  Something about props for a play. Uh huh.  This is the outside of Harrod's, which has its  own Tube stop.  There are no inside pictures.  It is a maze.  And nothing is on sale.  They have almost everything, but nothing's cheap.  Everything I looked at was overpriced.  I left purchasing nothing.  M had a bagful of stuff.

Then we went to Wicked.  Here's the marquee at night (if you know the show, you know why the green).

And here's the stage before they come on.  As you can see, we were almost in the last row.  The seats were more comfortable than the night before at Elephant Ears.

I hate musicals.  And this one just reinforced it.  M said the music was good; I thought the songs insipid ("I'm popular, yes I'm popular...woo woo").

The students seemed to love it, though all who had seen the Broadway version thought it superior.  Good to know.

Then, a late supper.  It's a chain called Giraffe (they don't actually serve it and they seem to be South American, which makes no sense, but there you have it).  M had the unusual offering of jambalaya risotto with three meats (prawns, chicken, chorizo) and it was pretty spicy.  He enjoyed it.  Almost licked the bowl.

Then home, to bed, awakened at 6 GMT by thunder.  But that's cleared for race day!  Wish me well and that I don't hear M singing "there's a horse right here, his name is Paul Revere...can do..."#