Monday, a day of rest before another chemo cycle. I get up early to put the trash out on the street and am heartened by the rapid melting of the city street snows. Looking southwards however I see that overnight emergency snow and ice catching nets have been installed to slow the number of injured beginning to pile up on the brick walkways.
When Orion rises I announce the day's schedule of walks. We had a little plumbing incident and we need to find a hardware store. Off to Charles Street we go, the bright sun warming us. We pass by Savenor's, the famous butcher shop that began in Cambridge and was Julia Child's supplier. We look into the windows and promise ourselves that we will go in next week on a field trip to explore the wonders of a gourmet shop.
The streets are so much better! Gone are the slush pools at every pedestrian crossing. Fellow walkers seem cheerier and I tease out a few smiles with my grin and twinkling eyes. We find the hardware store and I am instantly enraptured by the narrow aisles and shelves that are laden and go all the way to the ceiling, ten feet up. They have not one plunger but three different ones to choose amongst. I am in heaven.
We resupply with tea, lemons and a few herbs to complete my planned dinner of winter squash soup. We head home for lunch and a little rest. This time we will head into the downtown shopping district in search of the mother ship Radioshack.
As we leave our apartment I am startled see a neighbor's trash bags. They are clear and I can see Everything. The entire sack is filled with frilled ladies bloomers. I turn to Orion and ask him the year. 2011, not 1880.
Our adventures in shopping done we strike uphill along the east side of the Common and are confronted by a large group of argumentative and intoxicated homeless men. Amazing that the streets and walkways are shared by tourists from all over the world and legislators, Hill staffers, drunks, and we two, father and son, spending the Spring in Boston.
Whew! when todays' blog first started out I thought we were going to be exposed to some ghastly story of a spectral Henry Adams apparition walking around the apartment in his unmentionables! Perhaps our Mr. Adams was merely disposing of his many lady friends' left behind garments? Who knows, a gentleman never tells...............
ReplyDeleteSpring? Just wait and see if winter in Boston has ended or not.
ReplyDeleteAnd, better to see bloomers than other specific types of trash.