Long weekend in Boston
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nineweaving invited us over for tea. I'm not sure it still counts as afternoon tea if you stay long past sundown, but we were all three having a fine time talking about books and life and such. (She invited us for 3:00, I'd put "3-5" in my calendar, and around eight o'clock Nineweaving remembered she had work to do just as I was about to remind Adrian that we really needed to get home and have dinner. Given the time and energy levels, we instead had pho in Harvard Square, which was an easy walk, and then took the bus home.
Since I'd wanted to walk and look at fall colors, Adrian and I took the bus most of the way to Nineweaving's apartment, and then walked the last mile or two down Mass Ave. That was pleasant, and warmer than I would normally expect for the last weekend in October in the Boston area. In addition to the colorful leaves (later than most years), I saw a couple of purple rhododendron blossoms (just two, on two different but nearby bushes; this was a couple of blocks away from the Common on Mass Ave, on the Common side, if anyone wants to go look for them when the winds die down again). I suspect that when most people talk to plants, they aren't saying "what are you doing? It's October!"
On the trip home, we were waiting for a bus and the one that pulled up (at the beginning of the run) was labeled "Not in service," but the driver opened the doors and people were getting on. Someone else standing in line wondered aloud whether the bus was going to Arlington; I said "I'm going to ask the driver." At that point, the person in front of him told me to go ahead of her, and she'd listen to the answer. I said "OK" and something about it sometimes being useful to be an outspoken New Yorker. Before I got to the front of the line, the driver turned on the recording that says "77 Arlington Heights," which answered that. But the woman sat down near us, and we chatted a little; she's from Iowa, and would have been too shy to approach the bus driver, though not to chat a little with me and Adrian. I admitted to also being able to sometimes understand the PA systems on subway trains; that one, I think it really does help that I started when I was ten.
My plan had been to go back to New York this afternoon, but between planned subway shutdowns (in New York; the T is doing fine) and what would have been my train not leaving until about 45 minutes late, I decided it was best to be warm and dry in Arlington. (I probably could have made it home okay, but I suspect it might have been a long and annoying trip, andcattitude would have worried. (If the train had left on time, I would have missed it by about two minutes.) I exchanged my ticket at the window in South Station; having announced that Monday's trains were canceled, they weren't selling any for Tuesday either, for the same reason, so I will be traveling around lunchtime Wednesday, after the storm passes and they've had time to pick up the damage.
adrian_turtle for the weekend. Saturday
nineweaving invited us over for tea. I'm not sure it still counts as afternoon tea if you stay long past sundown, but we were all three having a fine time talking about books and life and such. (She invited us for 3:00, I'd put "3-5" in my calendar, and around eight o'clock Nineweaving remembered she had work to do just as I was about to remind Adrian that we really needed to get home and have dinner. Given the time and energy levels, we instead had pho in Harvard Square, which was an easy walk, and then took the bus home.Since I'd wanted to walk and look at fall colors, Adrian and I took the bus most of the way to Nineweaving's apartment, and then walked the last mile or two down Mass Ave. That was pleasant, and warmer than I would normally expect for the last weekend in October in the Boston area. In addition to the colorful leaves (later than most years), I saw a couple of purple rhododendron blossoms (just two, on two different but nearby bushes; this was a couple of blocks away from the Common on Mass Ave, on the Common side, if anyone wants to go look for them when the winds die down again). I suspect that when most people talk to plants, they aren't saying "what are you doing? It's October!"
On the trip home, we were waiting for a bus and the one that pulled up (at the beginning of the run) was labeled "Not in service," but the driver opened the doors and people were getting on. Someone else standing in line wondered aloud whether the bus was going to Arlington; I said "I'm going to ask the driver." At that point, the person in front of him told me to go ahead of her, and she'd listen to the answer. I said "OK" and something about it sometimes being useful to be an outspoken New Yorker. Before I got to the front of the line, the driver turned on the recording that says "77 Arlington Heights," which answered that. But the woman sat down near us, and we chatted a little; she's from Iowa, and would have been too shy to approach the bus driver, though not to chat a little with me and Adrian. I admitted to also being able to sometimes understand the PA systems on subway trains; that one, I think it really does help that I started when I was ten.
My plan had been to go back to New York this afternoon, but between planned subway shutdowns (in New York; the T is doing fine) and what would have been my train not leaving until about 45 minutes late, I decided it was best to be warm and dry in Arlington. (I probably could have made it home okay, but I suspect it might have been a long and annoying trip, and
cattitude would have worried. (If the train had left on time, I would have missed it by about two minutes.) I exchanged my ticket at the window in South Station; having announced that Monday's trains were canceled, they weren't selling any for Tuesday either, for the same reason, so I will be traveling around lunchtime Wednesday, after the storm passes and they've had time to pick up the damage.
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