Yesterday’s run was on the good end of average, which was pleasing. The sermon at St Helen’s went well enough, then Nate and Margaret and I came home to rest, wandered around Abingdon and the Ock, dined at Ask Italian (a very agreeable dinner), and came home. We got Nate talking about is lectures i his History of Popular Music classes at Yale, which we loved to hear about and talk out with him.
This morning, didn’t run much of the way; various joints and muscles were dubious about the value of running, and sent painful messages (or just passive resistance), so I alternated running and walking, and didn’t time myself. Coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, public office hours at R&R, then home for Nate to pack up and prepare for his trip back to Paris to resume his itinerary back to the States. It’s been great seeing him; he and I have been understanding better some traits we have in common, and it’s good to have talked over those; and as I said, talking rock history with him is one of my favourite things to do. I keep thinking how great it would be to have a family music blog where Nate and Si and Pippa and Margaret and I could write (and argue, and affirm, and wonder) about bands, albums, and so on….