We just got Nathaniel’s passport in the mail today. Just in time! Sydney’s parents arrive for a ten-day visit on Monday, and we’re planning a three-day holiday to Switzerland so we can all get a small dose of the Alps. (Lisa E., this is just to whet my appetite so that I’m keen to return once you settle in there!) Sydney’s parents are going to stay in the other half of our house, which the college has kindly let us rent for the week, and we’re all hoping for both relaxation and some fun sightseeing. The weather is great: seventies and lots of sun. More importantly, the markets are filled with good fruit, and Sydney’s been coming home with paper bags filled with peaches, plums, strawberries, and apricots.
Things on our street are rather busy at the moment. If you’re at all familiar with the Inspector Morse or Inspector Lewis television series, some of it is set in Oxford, and they’re filming scenes on our street and in a house a few doors down. Katherine’s loving the excitement. She has been entertaining some of the bored crew while she stands at the window with rapt attention. Sydney and I are, admittedly, less keen on the noise and bother, but then I realized that the film crews were keeping motorcycles from zipping through our area at high speeds, so now I’m somewhat mollified. From what we’ve seen, I’m very glad not to be in the movie business. There’s a lot of standing around while passersby gawk. I think Faulkner, who worked as a screenwriter in Hollywood for several years, was right in dismissing movies as “the new art” on grounds that they required too much collaboration–and therefore too much compromise.