Jack turned 11 last week, cashing in on his neglected party, i.e. never happened, last year - Carolyn's first year as art coordinator- by a blowout trip to Harry Potterland at Universal. But lets start at the beginning...
Facebook,
alarmed at the decline of personal, emotive content, now triggers
flashbacks - "where were you five years ago" - engineering the way we
relate to one another much like Hallmark invented Mother's Day and all
the other national hamburger/pancake/donut/etc celebrations these days.
But raising children has its own built-in nostalgia, with inevitable before and after photos, tracking, as a friend put it, the melancholy nature of time.
Evoking a yuletide atmosphere, this place will be probably enhanced when visited during a SoCal winter, with its snowy rooftops, Scottish wool scarves and sweaters & capes and hearty pub fare of stews and prime rib, roast chicken. Curiously, the romantic meaning of England always seems tilted towards Christmas, in terms of seasonal place - from CS Lewis & Tolkien to Downton Abbey - conjuring Dickens of A Christmas Carol for a new generation of admirers.
Dinner was at the "cook in front" place, ie teppanyaki,
followed by chocolate cake with whipped cream filling and buttercream icing topped with fresh fruit, ending, as he put it, "the best day of my life."
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