Thursday, June 21, 2018

To-Do List

We Massachusetts residents don't have to push our senators and representative to fight to protect immigrant families. Our congresspeople are all Democrats. But if you, like me, can't bear what is happening, here are some other numbers we can call to express our opinions:

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Seats Three

The sofa is usually occupied round the clock and sometimes there's no room for a human:

It was great to see Wendy staying so relaxed despite the presence of Evil Mommy:

These days, when I am lucky enough to get s spot on the sofa myself, Wendy often walks along the back cushions so I can pet her while she purrs like mad. Today I was also allowed to pet her while I was sitting at my desk and she was on the sofa cushion closest to my chair. This is progress!

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Annals of Real Estate: Why? What?

The other day, an old friend of mine who also likes to browse real-estate listings wrote to me:
I see so many listings that look like the photos were taken by a drunk with a 2006 flip phone.
So when I saw these photos from a local new listing in the high-six-figures, I knew what he meant:

I think of exposed brick as "an opportunity to learn plastering." (Except in lofts.)

Perhaps those towels take the art of folding to a level beyond my understanding,
but that item on the left looks like a stack of sample cups for urinalysis. Chic.

It looks like an unpleasant substance is lingering in this Talavera sink,
but I think someone ruined the glaze with steel wool or sandpaper.

Usually, I credit photos from listings but, in this case, it seems kinder not to. Plus I forgot to note the addresss . . . in Brookline, maybe? 

It's probably already under contract, probably for many thousands over the asking price. 

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Seen Around

I've returned to walking 10,000 steps on at least six days of the week, so here are some random shots from recent walks. 

An MIT student with the most ferocious backpack I've ever seen:

An ivy-covered house on Banks Street in Cambridge makes me wonder what the inside looks like:

We spotted the first lupines on the Esplanade the other night, pink instead of the usual purply blue:

A twilight view of Boston from the MIT Boathouse:

On Marlborough Street near the Public Garden, we spotted someone who could be Lion's cousin:

Old-fashioned roses outside the former Prince School on Newbury Street. Their pale yellow and cream shading makes them glow:

Sunday, June 10, 2018

My Husband Takes Better Photos

My husband took these photos of Harris yesterday when I wasn't home. I'm so envious that I've "stolen" them to post here.

When Harris decides to be photogenic, no one is more photogenic than Harris. The rest of the time he looks devious, goofy, peevish, or just cute. But he can be transcendent when he feels like it.

It's not his fault that there's a car tire stealing some of his thunder.

If I'd been around, I'd have been shooting next to husband and possibly elbowing him out of the way. But his iPhone is newer than mine and thus has a better camera, so he usually gets the best shots.