Posts Tagged: daughters

The dream engine sends me to the museum

With my other half and one or more of my daughters (I faintly remember Tertia, but Secunda may also have been there) and someone else (male) who I don’t recall, it might have been a friend or my father-in-law. I think it was nominally the Rijksmuseum (not the Rijks Museum. I’m pedantic that way.) but

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Seneca

One of the perks of being the resident classicist in the house is that I get to read Greek and Latin with the girls. Last year it was Herodotus and Homer and Ovid, this year it’s Plato and Seneca. Prima and I agree that Ovid is achingly beautiful as well as very hard; we don’t

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Little green dress

Back when I was younger and thinner I had a little apple-green dress with a full-circle skirt to just below the knees, a close-fitting bodice, and three-quarter-length sleeves. It was just about perfect. Then my body expanded from pregnancies and advancing age so I couldn’t wear the dress any more, but neither could I bear

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Complexity of cake

A few days ago I asked Secunda and Tertia, it being that time of year, what kind of birthday cake they wanted. Tertia said “something with lots of chocolate and cream” right away, but Secunda perused the baking book and found a hazelnut mocha meringue. “Can you make that?” “I’ve never tried,” I said, “but

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An expedition!

Last Friday of the holidays– at least for Prima who goes to a school that started on the Monday after (i.e. yesterday as of writing this) and we had a handful of rail day-passes to use up. So we set off for a town where two of us had never been, and a third only

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Bicycle woes

A few months ago Tertia’s bike (formerly my bike; when we went to buy a new second-hand for her, I saw a cheap Atomic Heavy Bike I liked so I bought that and gave mine to her) broke so badly that it would have been more expensive to repair than to scrap. I’d seen an

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