Shadows & Light

Here's a little shop I encountered on Edgware Road over the weekend. It seems to sell a bit of everything -- chocolates, produce, water, clothing, household goods and shisha pipes. I can't for the life of me translate the name of it but maybe some of you out there are Arabic speakers and can tell me what it says?

I took two versions of the photo. I like the one above because it's clean, but it's also very static. Here's one with a little more street life:


Well, things are about to get a lot more exciting around here. Dave got a text yesterday from the contractors doing our interior painting/decorating job, and they want to start on Tuesday! We're supposed to choose paint colors but we're uncertain how to do that, given that we don't have any samples. They say we don't have to move furniture or anything -- they will supposedly handle all of that -- but of course I'll take down all the smaller stuff and tuck it away somewhere.

And our tree work is supposed to be happening at roughly the same time. Never a dull moment!

Did I tell you that when the tree man came on Sunday to do his assessment, he said, "I love a naturalistic garden," or something like that? I suppose that's what we have but it also sounds a little bit like a slam, doesn't it? Like, "Well, you've certainly let this go."

On the positive side, I got my test results back from my doctor's office and everything was normal -- even my calprotectin, which hasn't been normal in the last couple of years. Woo hoo! Calprotectin measures intestinal inflammation, and the doctor's theory is that my inflammation came from that polyp that my gastroenterologist removed last May. Now that the polyp is gone, things are back to normal. Sounds good to me! I'll take it!

An 8th Grade student -- the same one who wanted me to do his photography challenge -- asked me yesterday, "What's the worst pandemic you've lived through?" Which is kind of a weird question, but whatever. At first I said Covid, because that was strictly defined as a pandemic and had such an acute effect on the whole globe, but then I realized of course the answer is AIDS. HIV and AIDS definitely altered my life, on a deeper level, more than Covid ever did. This led to some questions about what it was like living in the '80s. I had to remember that for this kid, who was born in 2011 (after Dave and I had moved to London!), that's ancient history -- kind of like the 1930s were to me!

Another photo from my wander along Edgware Road the other day. I love these stately old blocks of flats on a side street. I looked them up on Zoopla just now and they are quite swank -- one sold for £2.25 million a year ago, and another (slightly smaller) for £1.5 million the previous November. They're pretty big, too -- four bedrooms!

I woke to some possibly unwelcome news this morning. I say possibly because I'm still weighing what it will mean. The tree surgeon has been instructed to remove our fallen limb and cut the rest of the elder tree down to 20 feet (which is about as tall as it is already, I think) as well as to cut the ivy so that it dies in the upper parts of both trees. I'm happy with the limb removal but I hate to have all that dead ivy hanging there. I hope the tree guy can remove some of it so it's not so unsightly. Or maybe that will be left up to me.

On the bright side, I guess any squirrels or birds with nests in that ivy can continue to live there, unless the fact that it's dead puts them off.

I'm not going to fight it too much, but I may ask a few questions.

I like this house in Marylebone with its stained-glass windows depicting peacocks. There are at least four of them -- I photographed another two more than 14 years ago (!) but it's even better to catch them at night.

Why was I in Marylebone last night, you may wonder? Well, remember the abandoned giraffe? I went back to see if it was still there. I know, I know -- I'm crazy. And it was already gone, which will no doubt make Dave very happy.


Instead, in its place, I found a sign for Harry's room or cabinet or something. I'm guessing that was also Harry's giraffe -- and possibly that's Harry's kitchen sink in the background.

Dave was busy last night with an audition for a part-time, evening conducting job with a local community band. He's one of four candidates. He's had fun with the interview process and I know he's enjoyed being able to perform more challenging musical feats with adult players. I'm not sure when he'll hear back about who got the job. It would mean working one night a week with the band, which he thinks he could manage. He's feeling a bit stale, artistically, only working with middle and high school students.

I was on my own for dinner so I made one of my famous clean-out-the-fridge omelettes and watched "Bernice Bobs Her Hair," a 1970s made-for-TV movie that I remember being shown in school several times. It's based on an F. Scott Fitzgerald short story and it's got a fantastic cast including Shelley Duvall, Veronica Cartwright and Bud Cort. It was a film that my high school English teachers often resorted to when we had a free day in class, between units or right before a break or whatever. I hadn't seen it in many years and, lo and behold, it was on Amazon Prime at no extra cost. I enjoyed watching it again.


Yesterday I added this book to our library collection, a new volume of "Nathan Hale's Hazardous Tales," a history-based graphic novel series. This one is called "Bones and Berserkers: 13 True Tales of Terror." I got a kick out of the end papers. As I told my colleague, "This is the most accurate depiction I've seen of the current state of politics in the USA!"

The red hellebores are opening up, looking fresh and bright as a spring day. (I'm thinking ahead!) These are the same flowers that months from now will fade and darken and draw a collection of aphids. It's hard to believe that's even the same plant, isn't it?


The white ones are looking good, too.

I had a busy day yesterday, considering I barely left the house. I finished my book about the Lusitania, which was very good, particularly the account of the sinking itself. I didn't realize that the ship sank in only 18 minutes! I always thought a shipwreck was a protracted affair, like the Titanic, which stayed afloat for almost three hours -- but I guess a torpedo is different from an iceberg. Imagine being a finely dressed cruise passenger, having a fancy lunch, strolling the deck, and 20 minutes later you're floating around in the ocean in a sea of wreckage. (If you're lucky.)

I also planned our trip for February break. Dave and I are going back to Spain -- this time to Málaga, Córdoba, and Granada. We plan to visit the famous Mitchell and San Geraldo, as well as take in such sights as the Alhambra and the Picasso museum. I went to Granada many years ago, in 1994, but I only dimly remember it, and I've never been to the other two cities. Dave hasn't seen any of them. So we're looking forward to that! I booked our flight and our hotels, with two nights in each place.

Saturday self-portrait in a pub hand dryer!

I finally got our lava lamp working -- sort of. I thought the bulb had burned out, so last weekend I took it to our local hardware shop and we put another bulb in it -- and nothing. Dead as a doornail. So I left it for the hardware guys to repair, which they offered to do for £30. (Yes, I realize I could have bought a new lava lamp for probably less than that, but it's the principle of the thing. I don't want to throw this one in a landfill.) I picked it up on Saturday with new wiring and yesterday bought a new bulb, and it now works -- but the bulb is five watts stronger than is recommended for the lamp, which means it gets just a bit too hot, and all the wax tends to linger at the top of the cylinder. I suppose I need to get on Amazon and order a proper bulb.

This is a lot of trouble for a lava lamp.

Finally, the tree guy came last evening to look at our fallen branch so he can give an estimate to the landlords for removing it. He said he'd give three estimates -- one just for the fallen part, one for the entire tree and one for tidying that whole area in the back of the garden. I'm guessing the landlords will go for the first option, but that's fine with me.

Contrary to what this picture would suggest -- and we'll get to it in a moment -- I had a quiet morning at home yesterday. I worked on a couple of houseplants that needed some attention. We have a sort of elephant-ear plant with striped stems that has been prospering in our dining room for several years now, and lately it's been looking a bit yellow. I thought it might be too big for its pot, so I repotted it. But in doing so, I realized that it may be suffering from root rot, so it may not be long for this world.

I lose something to root rot every winter, it seems. This is why I tried to lighten up on the watering and wound up almost killing my maidenhair fern. Where is the balance?!

Anyway, I also repotted the bedroom rubber plant and I dealt with some outdoor plants that have died. The blanket flower, or Gaillardia, went deader than a doornail several weeks ago, and the brook thistles vanished from their pot as thoroughly as if they'd stood up and walked away. They were both several years old so it could be they'd just lived their life spans. I moved some tulip bulbs from the brook thistle pot into the ex-Gaillardia pot and now all vessels are back in use.

Well, wasn't that exciting?!

Then, Dave and I headed down to Marylebone to have lunch with our pals Gordon and Chris, who we haven't spent time with in a while. We work with Chris and we used to work with Gordon before he retired, so discussion mainly involved what was happening at work and our own retirement plans. (Dave doesn't have any specific plans yet but it won't be too long.) We booked a noon table at a pub and we got there just a few minutes beforehand to find the place dark and locked up tight. Turns out someone didn't show up for work. Some co-workers appeared at noon and got the place up and running before letting us in and it only delayed our first pints by a few minutes.


Afterwards I went walking through Marylebone and down Edgware Road toward Marble Arch, before turning around and walking all the way back up to West Hampstead. It's been a long time since I've done a photo walk so it felt good. Anybody want a free giraffe?

That top photo was the scene outside Shishawi, a shisha place in the very Arabic neighborhood along Edgware Road. I don't know what the heck was going on with that big pink stretch Humvee or whatever it is. How does the driver even turn a corner in that thing? I took 27 pictures of it before I got one that I liked, with just the right break in traffic.

Back home again, I downloaded the garden cam. When I set it up most recently, I apparently screwed up the date and time settings, because they are totally wrong, so just ignore those.

I wanted to film an area at the base of the hazel trees where I was pretty sure the foxes were making a nest. I'm not sure it's a proper den -- in other words, I don't think they're living there -- but they use it as a rest spot. I've surprised them there a couple of times when coming out the back door.


So this week's video first shows a couple of squirrels, followed by lots of back-and-forth by the foxes. Check out the one with the disfigured tail! It looks like he/she got it caught in something. We even see one of them in daytime, which is always a plus.

Finally we get some footage of them going back behind the trees and lying there, and even nuzzling each other there before making their funny little fox sounds. I dunno. I may have a fox family on my hands soon enough.

I walked past this corner after work one night  last week and liked the shadows on that wall. I took some photos with my phone, but vowed to come back with my big camera to get some better ones. And then it rained, and it rained again, and the shadows don't look the same when there's glare from the wet wall. When I walked past last night, the sky had lightened and the scene wasn't the same.