life, in moments
“Oh if life were made of moments
Even now and then a bad one–!
But if life were only moments,
Then you’d never you know had one.”
Stephen Sondheim, Into the Woods
Early January in London typically has very little to recommend it: in the first few days there is the dastardly combination of jetlag, unpacking, cleaning up the crunchy Christmas tree, more jetlag. Avery and I suffer particularly as nightowls. We stay up far too late, spanning those five hours’ difference we’ve lived with over the holiday, struggling to get up at a remotely decent hour.
John bravely carried on meeting at Potters Fields, I yawned through playing with my Home-Start babies, we even booked a fancy lunch at a swanky restaurant in the Shard, the tallest building in Europe. As you can see above, it was a spectacularly gloomy afternoon, even the fabulous view dimmed by rain. Somehow that greyness conveyed itself to all three of us as we sat at the table trying to have fun. Between courses, Avery’s head dropped slowly to the table.
We gave up and came home on the cosy little Southwest train to Barnes in the early twilight, feeling it would be better just to crawl into a burlap sack with the top tied shut until we got over jetlag.
Finally, we woke up. Avery got into Oxford, which was a good thing. And because life never runs on only one track, final work on getting “Tonight at 7.30” out into the world has continued unabated. Getting to the end of this gargantuan task is like herding cats: because my book is most people’s first experience with crowd-funding, and also with electronic books, there have been hundreds of interactions with people coming to grips with which application runs the book on which device, how to download the book, how to login to Kickstarter to provide their addresses. Every day my inbox is full of anxious queries, easily answered, but a heck of a lot of work.
The poor thing, I left it in my bicycle basket overnight, in a rainstorm! Happily it survived intact, a good sign for when it’s opened up on people’s kitchen counters being splattered with olive oil and duck fat.
It’s all worth it when I can show the one advance copy I have left, to all my friends. What a complete thrill to take it to St Mary’s for ringing practice.
What a moment. My Home-Start family turned up to hear the bell practice, and the mum picked up the cookbook, exclaiming over its beauty. My ringing friends rejoiced with me over Avery’s news, offering their own anecdotes about Oxford. It was quite simply the perfect day, combining nearly all my London worlds — Avery, cookbook, ringing, Home-Start — in one place, under one audacious blue sky.
We celebrated everything with comfort food. Is there anything more wonderful than breakfast for dinner, eaten on laps in the living room, with candles and something on the telly? An omelet with Boursin (“European Velveeta,” I’ve heard it called), roasted ham, crisp “streaky” bacon, roasted tomatoes, a ripe avocado and buttered toast. Heaven.
Another unforgettable moment: the arrival of my beautiful cousin Katie Jane, with her parents Sarah and Steve, for an afternoon’s fun at the Olympic Cafe, trip to the bookshop, a walk down the Barnes High Street and Pond. Avery captured her perfectly.
It felt so funny, seeing childhood (in my cousin Steve, companion on countless family vacations when we were little), Sarah, his beautiful wife, and the future in little Katie Jane.
And this moment, yesterday afternoon with the wan winter sun coming through the living room windows. Napkins for our launch party! Because of course, we’re having one.
We admired them, last night, a brief relaxing image in the morass of decisions and work that is launch-planning. It will be on my 50th birthday, early next month. Watch this space.
For the books have landed at their UK port! They are safely on land, somewhere between Portsmouth and my house, to arrive “o/o/a” (cargo-speak for “on or around”) Thursday of this week. There was a momentary scare last week when I got a call saying, “Your EORI number is not activated.” I bet you didn’t even know I HAVE an EORI number. It’s a highly-coveted thing to possess, proving that I’m not a human trafficker, that my books are a legitimate import from China. After a flurry of emails, everything turned out all right. Another heart attack narrowly averted.
“If life were made of moments…” It’s important to remember them, because they all add up to Life.
Can’t wait for more than one copy of the book to be in our home!
“Avery got into Oxford, which was a good thing.” Trying to sneak that in there?!?!?!? Us eagle eyes are not going to let that one pass by that easily, elegant as the construction is. C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S and Well Done to Avery. Hard work and dedication well rewarded. Oh, and of course the cookbook too. Can’t wait to see it.
Taking a tiny clue, I’ve come up with a great birthday idea! Love it when that happens!
xx, John’s Mom
Work, you make me laugh! Here I thought I was the last word in subtlety! I will pass on your congratulations. It is a very good fit and she will be so happy. Oooh, birthday surprises, I love that. And John, probably somewhere between the ONE copy we have now and the 350 we will have in a few days would be just right. :)
So happy you, Steve& his family got together. And I can’t tell you how excited I am in anticipation of the arrival of your cookbook! I’m so proud of you, my sweet niece. Love you, Kreeper!
Oh, Auntie L, it was a magical afternoon. I felt so lucky to know them, to have them. And the cookbook is just icing on an otherwise lovely cake this winter. Can’t wait for it to arrive! Love you too.
Oh to be published, and perhaps launched on a new career path, even as the girl prepares to leave for university. (CONGRATULATIONS, Avery!) At least in the UK they have shorter terms, and longer hols.…
Your cookbook is now in my kitchen. Success! Every time I see it, I hear you in my mind, writing in your confident and encouraging way about how easy it is, to make delicious (enter you favorite food here…). It’s quite a lovely phenomenon.
I am reading, and deciding, as the snow falls yet again here in Boston. I will send you a photo of out first “Tonight at 7:30” meal.
Sarah, how completely heart-warming this comment is. I too, can hear YOU in my mind. Supportive, understanding. I know you understand this post in so many ways. I can’t wait to hear what you cook first!