the best lamb ever (sorry, also a nice social evening)

-- November 29th, 2006 --

But first, aren’t these the sweet­est faces? It’s not even appar­ent that they’re at West­min­ster Abbey, which was exces­sively cool. And I must say that the uni­forms of our school are really quite bor­ing com­pared with those of the school who sat behind us, (“we’re from Put­ney,” one gull explained earnestly). Those other gulls wore white col­lared shirts, grey pin­nies, grey cardi­gans, light blue blaz­ers, match­ing light blue berets, and grey rug­ger socks with a light blue band at the top. John and I gave a brief thought to chang­ing Avery to what­ever school that was. The Deputy Head of King’s Col­lege, Miss Clarke, has explained to me that our very dull blue, white and green tar­tan has some spe­cial sig­nif­i­cance, but it’s lost on me. Bor­ing! How­ever, when they’re all cov­ered up in their nice long coats they look quite charm­ing, and here’s where they get the word: they look uni­form. Distinguished.

I’m sit­ting here with a giant glass of fresh-squeezed juice: beet­root, red kale, gin­ger, pear, and apple. The color is incred­i­bly intense: no mat­ter what else you…