Neighbor Bob was talking to the children yesterday, while Bob and I were inside, listening through the open window. He asked, "Do you like living in England?" They all responded with an enthusiastic, "YES!" Pleased, he said (more of a statement then a question), "Better than America." To which the children chorused, "NO!" Bob and I cracked up. Neighbor Bob reminds me a lot of my dad in the way he teases the children.
I was reading on a blog about a daughter becoming engaged. This family has such a romanticized view of life that they even staged the proposal to match a scene from Pride and Prejudice. I wonder if they are out of touch with reality, and the daughter will be in for a rude awakening, or if they have somehow managed to create a lovelier world (and if so, how?).
On a similar note, my friend Ganieda has been talking about beauty in literature. And I wonder how much beauty is necessary. Don't I encourage the girls to wear cotton dresses instead of fluffy fragile things, so they can play and not tear them up? But isn't one of the reasons we wear dresses in the first place because they are lovelier and ore delicate than jeans?
Are beauty and romanticism unique to the feminine nature? Is a dreamy and soft spoken man effeminate? Is a strong, not-afraid-to-get-dirty woman masculine?
I think about the "plain" folks - Amish, quaker, etc, who all dress simply, with the same style and color in each community. But then they make those lovely quilts... Are beauty and usefulness at odds with each other? Where do we balance? Or is simplicity beautiful in itself?
Anywho, just thinking.
The weather remains absolutely gorgeous. It is 78* now, at 2:30pm, and sunny.
Saturday we are going to Snailwell's Medieval Fayre - about 5 miles from here. And Sunday Cheveley church is having a family fete. Hopefully they will be nice.
Yesterday Bob ran out of Nutella, so we went to Tesco, and I got some groceries. It's fun to go in a store by myself, but I guess I miss the company because I talk to myself.
Need to get Taryn on her school.