…or at least, snow and farewell. It’s pouring down snow, and roofs are getting white.
Frank and the camera crew left for MIT after shooting footage of just about everything you can imagine.
I am wondering what Swedish tv audiences will think of all the events this crew took pictures of:
- Snow falling on our garden, as seen from our bedroom window.
- Frank reading in his favorite chair.
- Frank playing the piano.
- Frank and Betsy sitting in two chairs talking. Have you ever
tried to talk with your spouse non-stop for 10 minutes, pretending that
just the two of you are there? - Marianne the dog, watching Frank and Betsy as if we were a Wimbledon tennis match.
- Frank and Betsy being interviewed by Roland about Longing for the Harmonies, which W.W. Norton now plans to re-publish.
- Betsy blogging, with Frank looking on, bemused.
The crew then, intrepidly, shot some more footage outdoors. Frank and I
were instructed to shut the front door, count to ten, then open it and
stroll out, going for a walk. We are not allowed to look at Guy or Rob
or Roland or the camera. So, we do some walking following these
instructions. Then we are asked to do some more walking, starting from
a point outside the house and going together around the corner.
I said to Guy, “Maybe Roland would like to walk with us?” Guy said, not unkindly, “You haven’t done a lot of this, have you?”
So we walked to the corner and past it and kept on going. Snow fell on
us. Frank was wearing his brand-new black shoes, bought for Sweden, and
flakes of snow were melting all over them. I was having a great time,
maybe because, as Guy noted, I haven’t done a lot of this.
Now our house is quiet. Marianne, in her 114 dog years, has rarely seen or smelled so much
excitement. She’s conked out in her fuzzy dogbed now, so fast asleep
that she’s not even snoring.
Marianne has got the right idea.