My walk was the walk of a human child, but my heart was a tree.

Rio and I went for a walk and found a lost dog without a collar.  While we were walking it around, it went to a house and sat outside it, so we decided it must belong there.

We all had a good long talk with Katie on IM tonight.  It was so good to see her face again.

I should make an OKCupid test called "What kind of formal verse are you?"

My referrer logs indicate that I am the fourth Google image search hit for "naked dancing", though the page was not actually about naked dancing at all (it was about psoriasis, and I was complaining that it made my skin hurt where my clothes touched it, and that I therefore envied anyone who could dance about naked).

I have decided that the Yarrow-ification of my blog has been a success.  You can read individual entries, years, months, random articles, or tags and subtags.  I still need to get it to syndicate stuff off my Dreamwidth journal, but that's not far away.  (Do note that the skin won't be the same when it's all done: it just has the standard Yarrow skin at present.)  It's been so successful for me that I wonder whether other people would be interested in using it.

I am feeling very, very tired tonight.

Rio and I spent a good while today playing with Alice.  We made a table with a button which, if pressed, would cause a yellow chicken to fly over and spin around.  For her bedtime story I read her the first chapter of The Phoenix and the Carpet.

I should reiterate that, as I said at the time, I myself don't think using WebKit in the window manager sounds like a good idea.  Since someone had raised the idea, I thought it was worth discussing, and now it certainly has been discussed.

I was trying to typeset some of my work the other day (for some reason), and I noticed how odd it looks to set sonnets in a sans-serif font...

Life: It's been a busy few days, and I should have been blogging every evening in order to keep up.  (But I didn't, because I was busy.)  I've been packing and getting ready for GCDS and trying to finish off some things before I leave.  I did find time to go swimming with Rio one evening, and yesterday we all went to the fair.  I won a fluffy penguin playing darts.  (I was playing darts, not the penguin.)  Thanks to Alex for the photo on the right.

The future of Metacity: It is fairly clear that Metacity will be replaced by its fork Mutter in the near future: Mutter is effectively Metacity 3.  Although I have some loose ends to tie up in Metacity, it doesn't seem worth continuing hacking on Metacity 2 when the life is in the other fork.  In addition, there are over five hundred bugs open against Metacity, more than I (as the only active maintainer) can humanly deal with.  Mutter has far more contributors and the bugs will be far more easily dealt with.

CADT: However, this raises a problem.  I can't just close the bugs because there's a new version: that would be repeating the GNOME 2.0 mistake which jwz called "cascade of attention-deficit teenagers".  Therefore I will have to go through several hundred bugs and decide whether they are reproducible with Mutter, and if so reassign them.  This will be a long and dreary job, and if anyone wants to help out I'd be happy to assign them a block.

Nargery: There is also a discussion about whether windows should be able to indicate to compositing managers that they are still working on drawing a window, to save the compositor diving in and drawing the existing pixmap, which may be uninitialised garbage.  Some people question whether compositor-specific hints belong in the EWMH at all, or whether they belong in some separate spec.

Meme: Someone is asking "What was your first word?" Mine was "gone." My grandfather used to play a game with me when I was a baby. He would take an object, like a building block, and then hide it and say "Gone".

Links:

• freedesktop.org is in bad shape.  We can all help.
• The building that fell over.
• Giant dominoes: Symbolic toppling. I keep reading that as "symbolic topping", which must be good on representative cake.
• The longest known word in ancient Greek.

It's been raining for days. Rio (whose website is now a little out of date) says we should put the rain into jars and call it "bottled annoyance".

Speaking of Rio, she's been learning the trumpet for a few months now. Tonight we went to a concert her school were putting on. There was a high school jazz band, too, and now she's decided she wants to be a jazz trumpeter. She's asking for trumpet jazz CDs, and Fin is asking whether you have any recommendations. All this makes me want to pick up the bass again. Perhaps I need to take lessons.

We had to take Rothko to the vet. He'll be fine. The other cats are missing him rather.

I didn't get much done this weekend; I've been feeling kind of out of sorts recently. I did manage to spend an hour or so on Sunday adding Digg support to Joule, and later I added support for Doug Ewell's spiky rune-like Ewellic alphabet to the Shavian wiki here. Which is your favourite of the scripts we have so far? (You'll need IE, Safari, or Firefox 3.5 to see them without downloading fonts.)

This is RiordonFancy version 3. We've added all the accented letters she was asked for (in particular, there should be all the Polish, Czech, Spanish, and Portuguese characters) and some others, though there are still gaps and quite possibly a few errors. The licence is now OFL, which is DFSG-free, so you should be able to combine it with anything free you wish. Thanks for all your feedback so far! Let us know how you get on with it, if you like.

For those of you just joining us, my ten-year-old daughter riordon has been designing a font on paper and I've been building it in FontForge. RiordonFancy version 2 contains the whole ASCII set including all the numerals, and an interrobang for springiswrath. This is the first time I've (helped) make a font. The licence is currently Creative Commons cc-by-nc, copyright Riordon Turner.

( sample... )

Thank you to everyone who tested version 1. Do you think we should place it on Open Font Library, or what do you think we should do next?

(Comments are welcome, as are suggestions for version 3. Rio is enjoying reading your feedback so far.)

Last night, I dreamed I was cleaning up the garden, and there was a violently living green weed I was trying to pull up. It was growing like knotweed, except tall and leafy, and the more I struggled with it (with a machete!) the less good it did. I began to be rather afraid of it as I fought it, and I jumped out of the way and flinched back when a branch came crashing down.

On closer inspection I then discovered that the weed was implemented as an s-expression, so I merely (reverse)d it and it became nothing more than a little sprout in the ground I picked and threw away.

In other news, riordon told me yesterday that GLaDOS would win in a GLaDOS vs HAL fightoff. I am not so sure.

It's been a rather good weekend. Today Amy and John came over and we spent most of the day wandering around the town. We went to a bookshop where there turned out to be a signing by a local author called Tamera Lawrence who had just written her first book. I talked to her for a bit and she told me that the important thing is to write every day: I think this is good advice and since I won't be able to spend spare time on the Welsh course after all it seems a good thing to put some hours into. Anyway, Rio found herself some books, and then we went to a comic shop where she bought herself an Emily the Strange comic. Later we went home and played Mao: Rio is a formidable opponent and won three against my one. I really am very proud of her. Then we went to the diner and had dinner together and played Apples to Apples.

I've also built the first version of a unit test suite for Metacity. There's only the one test at the moment (for reparenting) but it's scriptable so it'll be less difficult to add more tests as we go along. Next I want to test all the keypresses and as many GConf keys as possible. (Whoever had the idea about including a private DBus daemon was absolutely correct. Thank you.)

My Friend Mr Leakey says:

"...That'll be four pence three farthings.'

It was lucky that I had four pennies and three farthings. Because of course fairies are very particular about that sort of thing. I mean if I'd offered her a halfpenny and a farthing instead of the three farthings I should think the shop would have vanished and I would have found myself talking to a statue of Mr Gladstone. And anyone who asks a fairy for change is lucky if he isn't turned into anything worse than an automatic machine for selling cigarettes. After being one of them for a year or two you'd understand why fairies don't like giving change either.

But if you're not the sort of person who carries farthings about you'd better not go into a fairy shop at all. Most boys and girls do carry farthings. But when they grow up they think farthings are silly. That's all wrong, of course, because farthings are the very magicest sort of money there is in England, except silver pennies, which nobody's made for hundreds of years.

Later, we read Tom's Midnight Garden. Afterwards, Rio said, "If this book is about magic, and it's set in England, why didn't it have farthings in it?"

What a sensible question.

Blessed Samhain to those who keep Samhain, and happy Halloween to those who keep Halloween.

Shortly after I made the first cup of tea of the morning, O'Keeffe presented me with a very dead mouse. It's a clear sign of the start of winter when mice start hiding in places she can find them. I thanked her courteously and tied it up in a plastic bag to throw it away.

Later we went to the YMCA, where I had my first turn on a treadmill; I seem to have reasonable endurance but not much strength. Tomorrow they'll be showing me how to work the weights machines and so on.

This evening Fin made chicken curry for dinner. I went out trick-or-treating with Rio. So many of the houses had signs saying to vote for one candidate or another that I said to her, "I wonder they don't have special Barack Obama sweets." She told me they should be called Yes We Candy. (Google tells me someone got there already, though I'm sure she didn't know it.)

And I'm looking for translators for the new version of Joule, which might be 3.1 or 4.0. There's not much to translate and you get your name in the footer for pages served in that language. Interested?

"So how do they choose who's king or queen next? Is it the eldest?"

"Not quite."

"The middle?"

"No. You're going to hate this."

"They vote?"

"Well, at one time the council of the elders voted on the next king, but these days it's the eldest son, and the eldest daughter if there are no sons."

"Whaaaat?!"

"They are talking about changing it. Sorry. It was made up in the time of William of Orange. They must have thought boys were better than girls or something."

"Why did they let him be king?"

"Well, Parliament said he could be king as long as they called the shots. Effectively they placed the Crown in commission. You know what the Crown is? AND I DON'T MEAN A SILLY HAT."

"What is it?"

"The Crown is the power of a king. It's a corporation of which he's the only member. It makes laws, for example..."

"So it's like Congress? The legislative branch."

"Well, yes, but the Crown also commands the armies and the police, so it's the executive, and it judges and appoints judges, so it's the judiciary... there isn't really a separation of powers like in the US. And if the Queen had lived five hundred years ago it would all have been hers to control. Buut Parliament said, we'll put it in commission... like if there was a person who organised birthday parties called the Lord High Party Organiser..."

"That's really silly..."

"And if there were too many parties for the Lord High Party Organiser to organise, they might get a bunch of people to deal with the job, and that would mean that the office of the Lord High Party Organiser was in commission. Now you see the Crown behaves that way too, because its powers are operated by the Prime Minister and his Cabinet, not by one person. But the Crown as a corporation can still own land and... Why are we talking about constitutional law at twenty minutes past your bedtime?"

"I don't know, but can we go on?"

Happy birthday to the wonderful plexq!

For those of you who don't read news.gnome.org, here's a new Metacity post: should double-clicking the menu button close the window?

Rio's teacher claimed, when she spelt a word with a "zed", that "zed" wasn't "proper English" (though it wasn't unreasonable to ask her to use the same terminology as the other kids), and when Rio apologised but said she'd been brought up speaking British English, her teacher told her she wasn't British. She was a bit upset about that, so we went over. Her teacher said that she'd never noticed that I was British, and that she loved my accent and that I look like Paul McCartney. I wonder whether she thinks all British people look like Paul McCartney.

I went to the bank. They claimed that SWIFT is only a European thing and that they had no SWIFT number. This is obviously untrue, since I'd sent money from England to that very branch myself. I think I may find another bank.

Rio says there should be a Barbie doll which says "Calculus is fun! Let's go shopping!"

Happy birthday to the most wonderful Riordon in the world! Thank you for doing me the great honour of being my daughter. I love you.

riordon has become a nine-year-old Egyptologist. The University of Pennsylvania's museum has an excellent collection of finds from ancient Egypt, so today we all went there to have a look at them. "I hope they have something about Hatshepsut", said Rio as we walked into the building; "she was the first woman pharaoh[*] and people hated her for it." Sure enough, in one of the galleries was a stone lintel giving Hatshepsut's achievements and her name had been chiselled away in what the Romans would have called a damnatio memoriae. Rio delightedly asked to have her photo taken next to this record of one of her heroes.

They also had a sphinx which had been buried up to its shoulders, so the carving looked as though it had been done yesterday, and Rio and I spent a while discussing the different kingdoms and dynasties as we walked about. She knows a whole lot. I told her that undergrads sometimes get to go on expeditions to help with discovering this kind of stuff and if she planned things properly and was a bit lucky she might even get to do so not that long after leaving high school.

And we also went to Barnes and Noble, where I sat in a corner and worked; I overheard a member of staff nearby excuse herself to a questioning customer to say into a walkie-talkie, "Yes, I have someone here looking for an author called... Solzhenitsyn, I think she said. It sounds Russian. Is that under Russian literature? Is that his first name or his last name?"

Also today I met the boldest squirrel I've ever met before, who sat less than a metre away and peered at me, and I saw the first firefly of summer.

[*] you can stop telling me Sobekneferu came earlier because I know now :) thanks

I was explaining what a talker is to Riordon.

Me: And people who use talkers call themselves spods. And when they all get together, that's a spodmeet. I've been to some fun spodmeets in my time, I can tell you!
Rio: It STILL IS your time. Any time you're alive-- THAT's your time.

(Which reminds me of something from five years ago:)
[PENGUIN] Marnanel waves
[PENGUIN] Jarel natters "how goes?"
[PENGUIN] Marnanel oos, not bad.
[PENGUIN] Marnanel has a very hyper three-year-old here
[PENGUIN] Marnanel tries to stop her pressing random keys as I type
[PENGUIN] maRble natters "hello Rio!"
[PENGUIN] Marnanel thinks . o O ( Riordon: Aww. That's sweet. Why he says
hello Riordon? My name is just Riordon and not Rio. 'Member? )
[PENGUIN] maRble natters "sorry"
[PENGUIN] maRble natters "hello Riordon!"
[PENGUIN] Marnanel thinks . o O ( Riordon: That's OK. Sorry Marble. )

Friday began with snow. Lots of snow. Nobody was willing to run the risk of driving me into work, so I stayed home and (as is usually the case if I get the chance to stay home) got a lot of work done.

Other than that, on Friday we went to the diner and ate some food. Then we went to buy Rio some shoes, and on the way we found a scarlet towel that Rio said she liked. The shop person said, "I have a towel like that at home. You'll never guess what I like to put in it." I said "What?" and bit my tongue to stop myself saying "Yourself naked?", since although it seemed the obvious answer it was presumably not what was meant. (The answer was actually kitchen supplies in an entirely red and black kitchen.)

Conversation at the dinner table on Saturday:
Rio (eating the last of a tub of tin roof ice-cream): My ice-cream is crumby. I mean, I don't think it's crummy like it's no good, it's crumby like it has peanut crumbs in it.
Marn: But your ice-cream is also cool. I don't mean like, whoah, it's awesome, I mean cool like you got it out of the freezer.
Rio: That's true.
Marn: And your ice-cream is also sweet. I don't mean like sweet, like, SCHWEEET, I mean sweet like it contains sugar.
Rio: I don't get it.
Fin: You didn't grow up in the eighties.

I have also been refactoring Metacity's parsing of gconf options, and it has been very satisfying to regularise the code. Other Metacity bugs I'm working on: GNOME bug 460018 and GNOME bug 509530. Moreover, I have been playing with launchpad; Gnusto is now known to launchpad and known to ohloh. I may add other such things later.

Conversation at the dinner table on Sunday:
Fin: So we'll try to alternate beef and chicken.
Me: But we're having pizza on Wednesday.
Alex: What are pepperonis, anyway? Is that cow meat?
Me: No, I think pig meat.
Alex: Wow, does that mean Jewish people can't eat pepperoni pizzas?
Rio: I think they have to eat them because they have a rule that says they mustn't.
Fin: That's Discordianism, love, not Judaism.
Rio: Oh, yeah, like how they have to eat hot dog buns on a Friday.

Today Rio and I went to Alex's church. Rio has a bit of a cold and was sniffling through the sermon, and a kindly Mother's Union-type person (or whatever the RCs have instead) sitting behind us offered her a tissue. Shortly after the acclamation Rio attempted to kneel, slipped off the kneeler and hit her face on the pew in front. She bled copiously all over her clothes and hands. The Mother's Union woman asked whether she was all right and handed us the whole packet! I asked Rio if she was okay to walk and she nodded, so we scrambled out of the building, down the stairs, past some Girl Scouts who appeared out of nowhere to shout "Girl Scout Cookies!" at us-- we shouted "Nosebleed!" back at them. I think they were the boss monster-- and we ran back to our house. Fin cleaned Rio up and soaked her clothes and I found her an icepack. She curled up and recuperated by watching every rerun of MythBusters she could find.

Link soup:

• Abstinence-only drivers' education.


• The most sad slogan on tech show swag ever


• An overview of The Perishers, an underappreciated strip, I think.


• Explaining death to toddlers these days (triggers: death, obviously)


• There was a website about prison art but it had to close down; some of its contents are at the link. You might be able to help.


• Not the Nine O'Clock News sending up every eighties music video ever (yes, it's old, but it's still excellent)


• Ms Pac-Man, Feminist Hero.

Rio and Alex and I went to St Gabriel's. The man who had served as the organist and choirmaster there for nineteen years died very suddenly the other week, and the place is still feeling shocked. Mother Donna Jean preached a rather interesting sermon on the parallels between the story of Abraham's call and the story of Nicodemus. I asked her about other Johannine uses of the metaphor of night to represent the lack of understanding and she joked that I should be preaching next week; I said that was possibly the scariest thing anyone had said for a while. I was a little frustrated that the last hymn was one I didn't know but the score for Cwm Rhondda was staring at me from the next page. (I am not responsible for that video.)

Later I finished writing a program to compile Metacity Journal entries: in other words, it goes around and finds bug activity, checkins of code and translations, mentions on blogs, and so on, and makes a blog post out of them. Here is the first output. I will be publishing the code, of course, but it will need a bit of tidying.

Later we all went for a walk in the park. Riordon stopped and said "I've got something in my shoe", and when she took it off, balancing on one foot on the towpath, and shook it, out fell a US quarter, a US nickel, and a British 5p. I told her that she must have swept her hearth particularly well, according to the old rhyme. She said that she had actually been cleaning the floor in her room, but that she had been keeping shoes downstairs, and the good folk were hardly going to be able both to see her floor and examine her footwear.

After that we came home and I closed a ton of Metacity bugs.

"When I get a little money I buy books..." I have been wanting for a long time to read three particular books to Rio that I loved as a kid. They are: The Turbulent Term of Tyke Tyler by Gene Kemp, Nothing to be Afraid Of by Jan Mark, and I Like This Poem, which is an anthology edited by Kaye Webb. Amazon in the US doesn't know TTTOTT, though it has the other two second-hand, which I don't mind at all and indeed prefer in a lot of ways. Tonight I thought I'd order all three from Amazon in the UK; I was quite pleased to find that most of them were available for prices as low as a penny in some cases until I saw that shipping would be £20 to me in the US and £8 even to my parents in Hertfordshire. I think this must be the result of reasoning in a weak currency, because $20 to ship three books, or $40 overseas, seems rather excessive to me. Is that really what postage costs, and do any of you have advice or even an old copy of TTTOTT that you can send me in return for postage, gratitude, other trinkets, love, bug fixes, sonnets written praising you...? Update: My sister Mandy tells me that the book is called "Tyke Tiler" in the US, for obscure reasons, and it may therefore be findable after all.

Software we'd like to see: I have always been in slight awe of IMAP. It does everything POP3 does, everything SMTP does (and a lot better) [1], everything NNTP does, and it does its own useful things as well. You even could use it, if you were monomaniac enough, for a ton of other things, including as a replacement for FTP, or as an RPC transport. If some Emperor of the Internet was to decree tomorrow that henceforth nobody was to use POP3, even the people who only want what POP3 does could run IMAP and just only allow or only use its "recent" mode. Really, I think there are two things that puzzle me about it:

• Why anyone is still using POP3, and more so, why they are still using SMTP.
• Why everything-but-the-wire-protocol of IMAP is still travelling over a custom protocol and not REST. It seems to me as though it would mean we could reuse existing and well-tested code, it would mean you'd get all the existing bonuses of the HTTP protocol like its ubiquity and gateway support and so on, and the IMAP protocol is very REST-like already: it would be a pretty simple one-to-one mapping.

I haven't seen anyone seriously suggest this, although Google showed me a thought-experiment as a teaching aid. If I was still working for an email provider I would suggest it, but I'm not.

[1] Ryan Lovett has pointed out that IMAP specifically doesn't allow for sending mail, and he's right: I misread the RFC and thought I saw something that wasn't there. I'm sorry. I do think it should be included into a system such as the one I discuss above: something which allowed access to a group of messages/files over HTTP in the style of WebDAV (although possibly simpler), so that you could read and write and sort them into folders, and then also have a way to send them and to search for ones with flags like "recent", would be a hugely useful grand unified protocol.

Webtoys
I fixed the "partlock" bug in Joule, which annoyed a small number of people a whole lot. Also, I thought you might be interested to see the usage of the cupid script:



The community was quite quiet this year compared to last, I think. I would show you the world map for just the script if I could figure out how to generate it. I can only seem to get Google Analytics to show maps for the whole site.

(Very brief) link soup:

• The story of an ekiben otaku. Ekiben is railway bento.


• "How to kill a transperson".


• Coincidentally, this also turned up: point-by-point refutations to a Fox FUD segment about trans kids in schools.

I have had a moderately successful day. I branched metacity for 2.22. (I wish I could write more about work here; it feels silly not writing about the thing I spend most of my time doing.) I made a list of things which need dealing with now we've branched, and as a diversion fixed up some map SVGs for Wikipedia (and another project). Someone came around with bagels.

Fin phoned and told me the SPCA had come by and told them they'd found a cat who looked just like our cat Zarate, who ran away shortly before Kirsten came to visit; Fin and Alex and Rio went to see, but the new cat (let's say her name is Zaratbee) didn't respond to her name or the feeding song, despite being about the right size and shape and colour. Fin thought it was her; Alex didn't. I will go along tomorrow and see.

It snowed a lot. I was told I gave the best hugs. I came home and it snowed a lot and Fin in her awesomeness said "Why not let's go to Los Aztecas?" So we did and the food was even better than it usually is, and almost nobody was there because of the snow. We talked about politics, and came home. I worked on some simple breadboard electronics on the dining-room table with Rio before she went to bed; she wrote up the findings in her lab notebook, which has a picture of Strawberry Shortcake on the front. Did I mention she has dyed her hair grape-soda purple? It really suits her.

I learned, or re-learned, about the __import__ statement in Python for a project I'm doing with the Metacity Journal (more will be revealed later). I asked jdub to move my public planet feed to blogs.gnome.org and I will automagically duplicate all content to LJ and blogo. I have not decided what I will do about comments. I also need to put some time into copying the stylesheets and formatting from marnanel.org to blogs.gnome.org.

Ande: I have started work on the river story. It is progressing nicely.

Things I wanted to share (because they were an interesting read):

• Lolcats who support Barack Obama (yes, I know lolcats are a tired joke: get over it. I still think All Your Smurf is funny.)
• You should probably eat more fruit. But if the nutrition won't sell it, maybe sex will (not remotely worksafe)
• sabotabby explains why she thought black-focussed schools in Toronto were a bad idea and why she changed her mind
• nhw shares his thoughts on the Treaty of Lisbon and why it possibly doesn't matter
• Andy Tanenbaum is running electoral-vote.com again this year, discussing the November US presidential election, with new analysis and discussion every day.
• Language Log provides a supporting example to ++Rowan's comments about religious courts arbitrating on civil matters.
• Template Toolkit (my favourite templating system) is now beginning to be available for Python.

Now I will make more tea and then go and get out of these clothes and sit in bed and fix bugs, which I can do because Alex has fixed wireless networking, so hallelujah, say I.

"if you could take the whole real world and stand far back enough it would not be a blue marble, it would be two figures lying embraced, top to tail."

Alex and Fin and I have spent the weekend visiting Amy and John, because Eric was flying up from Texas to see us and them. Amy made chilli. Eric brought us presents; he is really amazingly good at thinking of presents. He gave me a Super Furry Animals CD and a copy of the Mabinogion in English (I only had it in Welsh before, but he didn't actually know that, and an English copy will be really useful for comparison). Then after Rio had gone to bed we watched old Billy Connolly standup (very old, he was making jokes about the Berlin Wall) and Hot Fuzz.

On Saturday we met Joanna in Baltimore and went to AVAM, where Rio and I discussed poetry while sitting on the floor. They had an exhibition of PostSecret cards under glass all the way up the stairs, which almost made those stairs worthwhile (I have always had a dread of them). Later, over dinner at Paper Moon, Fin told Joanna that she and Alex were going ballroom dancing, which was good because I was never coordinated enough to do so. I said I was much more in my element at goth clubs, of which there is a lack where I live, so I hadn't been out dancing for four years or so. Joanna was quite excited and said "Oh! There's a goth club near here where we go, but people around don't want to go so much! You should come!" I was all happy for a while that I'd get to dance around in stompy boots again, and then when that had subsided I was happy all over again that I had a decent excuse to wear eyeliner. Paper Moon always gives you large portions, and nobody was hungry for dessert, so we left; some of us went home, and some of us ended up at Red Emma's, where I had never been before, and where we were all immediately made very welcome. Riordon especially spent a good while sitting on a barstool discussing the state of the world with other customers. We came home exhausted and collapsed into bed.

On Sunday we drove back to Philly and walked around the museum, where you can get in for whatever you feel like paying on a Sunday, and Rio and I talked about impressionism. We had dinner at a friendly place in the middle of Chinatown and then Amy and John went home, we drove Eric to the airport, and the rest of us went home.

A lovely weekend!