I had a fairly quiet weekend, which I think was just what I needed, as the emotional impact of recent spiritual developments are still washing over me in waves, so the luxury of not having to do anything else challenging is very much appreciated.
On Friday evening I went to the theater to see “Such Things as Dreams Are Made On”, an immersive show based on The Tempest. Sadly I didn’t enjoy it much - on the scale of immersive theatre from “basically just a play but with some ambulatory bits” to “completely disconnected scenes on a theme”, it seemed right at the latter end, and I found it disjointed and difficult to make any sense of at all. That said, other people I went with appear to have encountered a lot more plot than I did, and enjoyed it more, so I may just have been unlucky with where I placed myself, which is always a bit of a risk with these things.
On Saturday I woke reasonably early and spent a couple of hours exercising. It felt more difficult than it sometimes does - the weights seemed heavier than I’d have expected, and the running was slow, and I didn’t much enjoy either - but I kept going, which is something. I napped in the afternoon, then slept for ten hours that night, and nine last night, so I think possibly I was fighting off some very mild illness. The vendor of the house we’ve been trying to buy is currently being made of faff, so we have resumed our search in the hope of finding somewhere better, or at least less faffy, and had our first new viewing on Saturday afternoon. It was decent enough, and had we seen it before the current place then I think we’d be happy with it, but it’s not quite as good, so we’re currently weighing that against the likelihood of the original vendor getting his act together, and planning to see a few more places next weekend.
Saturday evening I went on a dinner date with someone from OkCupid - he was pleasant enough, but no real spark, and I don’t think I’ll see him again. If I’m honest, I think I could have predicted that and saved myself the effort. There’s definitely still a part of me that is sufficiently surprised by someone showing interested that I feel an obligation to respond positively to any initiation of contact showing a modicum of thought. Actually though, I might do better to accept that I’m quite picky these days, and I’d make better use of my time if I only met with people I felt actively excited about.
Sunday started with Mass, but although I had anticipated the Annual Parochial Church Meeting to follow, poor Fr Daniel was unwell, so that was postponed to next week, and I got home early. That turned out to be a stroke of luck, as I’d got myself in a muddle about timings for our afternoon plans, and this let us rejuggle them. Ramesh & I had a lovely gentle stroll into Islington, where we had (very good, but I think a little overpriced) gelato at Amorino
, then went to see The Man Who Knew Infinity
at the cinema. It was a fairly meandering film, in which not a great deal happened, and we already knew how what conflict there was would resolve, but it was a pleasant, comfortable reminiscence. I’m not sure how much interest it would hold for someone without any connections to maths, or Cambridge, or India, but for us it was quite well targeted. I think that A Disappearing Number
, which I saw a few years ago with jamesofengland
is a much better piece of art on the same subject, but also a lot more challenging, and there is space in the world for both.
After the film we went to Ottolenghi for a late lunch/early supper of mushroom & leek croquettes and various salads. It was all delicious, but for me the highlight was “Mixed green beans with edamame, soy roasted peanuts, lime leaf and lemongrass“, which I could have eaten all day. In a great feat of self-control I managed to drag myself away without buying a single new cookbook, and we headed home. It was such a lovely afternoon, and I think both of us really enjoyed taking the time to put the busyness of life to one side and just focus on each other for a while.
In the evening I treated myself to turning into a prune in the bath, then did a bit of French practice before praying the examen and then getting an early night. Glancing back over this, it’s possible that I might want to revisit my conception of what a quiet weekend looks like, but on the other hand, whilst it was quite full in some sense, everything that it was filled with was revitalizing and refreshing, and surrounded by getting enough sleep, which can make all the difference.