I appreciate the embarrassment I cause the kids being, just, well, myself. Of course (I presume) all parents
humiliate their children somehow but I do take great enjoyment in seeing their reaction when I sing or act like a monkey or some similar such nonsense. At some point one realises : it just does not matter but for the Shakespeares, it matters a whole lot. I'm doing my best anyway.
We are
in Kew Gardens and Sonnet and I reminisce about summers long past when, to escape the heat, we would visit here in the late evening for an outside dinner under a tree by the sunset. The kids would crawl about, eat some grass, cry or nap. Sometimes all four inside thirty minutes. That was, like, another world.
