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Archive for March, 2011

goldfish swam on the subway

Today I watched an exchange between two subway riders. One was a man, who brought attention to himself for crying out “winning” “winning”. Read more

chew lips

there’s nothing much like tulips to say spring is here. Read more

lobster buoys on yellow

We live on the south shore of Boston. Buoys are atypical quintessential artifacts found all over New England. Maybe they’re found in other places, but I don’t think I recall having seen them. There’s a place up in Maine, called Friendship, where traps are made. Read more

jackie’s scones

Jackie first made scones for Rip and I some years ago while we were still living in Sarasota. There was nothing like the Sunday morning brunch pleasure of looking forward to Jackie’s scones (with whipped cream, butter and jam on top). Read more

salt marshes of duxbury

Rip and I volunteer for Hospice. Every saturday we spend a couple of hours in a nursing home in Plymouth. It’s not the nicest of places, but then I can’t imagine a nursing home of any kind would be much fun. We get to leave however. Last night one of our patients passed away. Read more

crisps / chips

there’s nothing like a chip in the middle of the day. Any day. It’s a guilty pleasure. I’m more a savory gal than a sweet tooth cookie gal.

this is boston

I took the long way home the other afternoon, via Roxbury and Dorchester. It’s a far cry from the prettied shiny post card perfect Boston.  Read more

maggie may

or Maggie may not. Maggie doesn’t know a lot about a lot. But her world is full and we love her. For that, she loves us back. Like us, she sometimes doesn’t always want to get out of bed. She doesn’t always want to go outside when it’s raining. But she always loves to talk about food, and eating is a pure pleasure. We’re a good match.

hingham then, not now

when I think of Hingham in my mind, I think of crisp fall days off in Bare Cove Park with Maggie, late in the day with long five o’clock warm shadows and soft light. Read more

japan…

Empty-handed I entered
the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going –
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
Kozan Ichikyo, 1360

making reservations

I’ve spent the last two weeks pouring over various trip advisor reviews of hotels and being amazed at the power of social media and user reviews. While I know that a lot of these reviews are scorned guests or perhaps the local competition, I’ve been glad to learn about musty carpets, or noise pollution coming from downstairs bars in pubs masquerading as Inns. Read more