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First up this week, Relocating …  
There was a time, not so many years ago, when we thought carefully about where to live. We made lists of place qualities. We prioritized those lists. We compared real places that might work with the priority list of our ideals. We made our choice, declaring it our "last big adventure in moving." So mature we were. Then, after a few years, we moved again four times in quick succession. With compelling inspiration and slight planning. We're winding up where we began, only to find property prices skyrocketing. The home we left on that last big adventure in moving (thank you, U-Haul) has doubled in price during our years in the wilderness. I think, perhaps, I'm not the one to advise you about relocating. Unless you want to live near me, in which case I say, "You can do it! It'll be fun!"
Thinking About Moving, But Not Sure Where to Go? Here's How to Decide

Second up this week, Red Leicester …  
Tea time (more than a cup of tea) at my grandmother's home in Salisbury, England included choice of cheese. Cheese that lived in an old biscuit tin. Her home was significantly colder than my West Coast digs. No need to chill the cheese, since we didn't want to eat it fridge-cold. One of my boyhood favorites was Red Leicester. No cheese in the California grocery of my youth was that color. It was cheddar-like, but milder and softer, and much more red in color. Nowadays I can find imported Red Leicester in many upscale markets. I only wish it was the familiar slab from the local cheesemonger, sliced to order from the wheel. I've mentioned Neal's Yard Dairy before. I'd like once more to stay a few days above the Covent Garden shop, and re-learn my British cheeses.
The 9 Best British Cheeses That You Must Try

Third up this week, Raconteur  …  
"All the things I really like to do are either immoral, illegal or fattening." Alexander Woollcott said that. A member of the Algonquin Round Table, Woollcott was a critic, commentator, and radio personality in the first half of the 20th Century. He was the model for Sheridan Whiteside in The Man Who Came To Dinner (Kaufman and Hart). Most importantly, he was a raconteur when that was still a cool thing to be. "A person who excels in telling anecdotes," according to Merriam-Webster. My abiding ambition: Be the one who tells pithy and hilarious stories, not the boring old fart who goes on and on and on. Second thought: It'll always be cool to tell pithy and hilarious stories.
How To Be A Raconteur

A Book I Enjoyed: Cheesemonger: A Life on the Wedge, by Gordon Edgar 
Yes, I read about cheese. And wine, and bread, and sometimes pizza. I enjoyed Gordon Edgar's book, particularly with its Northern California connections. His subsequent book, Cheddar, is also good. 

And a bit more:

Love Song, by Dorothy Parker

My own dear love, he is strong and bold
      And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
      And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled—
      Oh, a girl, she’d not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world,—
      And I wish I’d never met him.

My love, he’s mad, and my love, he’s fleet,
      And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
      And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
      As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams,—
      And I wish he were in Asia.

My love runs by like a day in June,
      And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He’ll tread his galloping rigadoon
      In the pathway of the morrows.
He’ll live his days where the sunbeams start,
      Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart,—
      And I wish somebody’d shoot him.


And that's all for this week.
From Mary Oliver’s poem Sometimes …  

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.