Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I've never seen a natural spectacle this magnificent. The tides were mesmerizing: violent, scary, beautiful, ever-changing. In my mind I heard a soundtrack of songs I haven't remembered in years and never planned to revisit: "Surfin' Safari," and the themes from Hawaii-Five-0 and Dark Shadows, one of my favorite shows as a kid. I'd completely forgotten those dark, Gothic waves crashing through the credits.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
For dinner, we strolled down the street to the grocery store, and then went up the street to pick up a crab roll and a lobster to go at Beal's lobster pound. We watched the sun set over the harbor as we waited for our order.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tonight we came home from a refreshing swim — thanks to a friend who lives in a ritzy condo building with a heated pool on Commonwealth Avenue — and discovered our male Persian, Snalbert, stepping with definite, if mysterious, intention on my laptop.
Believe it or not, he was installing a Firefox update. Through his efforts, I'm working in Firefox right now, although I usually prefer Safari because there are always too many updates to install every time I load Firefox. But my Firefox browser is up-to-date now, thanks to Snalbert. I am not making this up.
I was able to snap the perp after he left the scene, with tell-tale evidence clinging to his furry foot — a purple sticky from my desk:
As you can see, he wasn't thrilled to be caught purple-footed. But it's time he was mentioned on this blog, where I tend to obsess more about his sisters' illnesses than his feats of genius criminality. I checked my email to see if he'd sent any more correspondence to the library. If he did, he didn't use my account this time; I have no idea if he has his own Gmail account now.
Unfortunately, I'm back to blogging in Safari again, because Firefox wouldn't let me upload the photo. I can only assume that Snalbert installed some other special software to prevent me from discovering his activities.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
We've got work problems and unemployment problems, health problems of both human and feline varieties (sort of under control, we hope). And, since May, we've been waiting for an unidentified group of academics from around the globe to gather secretly on an unspecified day in September, when they will discuss my husband (and another candidate), and decide whether to give him The Job of His Dreams.
And then there's the neighborhood noise, which has us longing to move. For the past 11 months, there's been racket every single weekday from construction crews. And there's an air-conditioning unit blasting away at our bedroom windows now, too. It sounds like a helicopter, and adds to the stress.
We realize we'll probably never hear the cheers from Fenway Park again, since we have to keep our windows closed even in beautiful weather, with our little window air conditioner blasting its semi-bearable, fan version of "white noise." It's true that no one's had much to cheer about in Fenway for some time. But we loved hearing those home run cheers — before the ball ever met the bat on the TV. We never missed a trick.
Despite all this, we realize that we have much for which to be grateful. Life is still pretty good, even after you realize that you've been poisoning your sick, beloved cat for over a week. Even when you keep waking up with the bedroom spinning frantically around your pillow (vertigo). But stress can't be ignored. So we went to the North End yesterday after we stocked up at the Haymarket, and we checked out the new branch of Lyndell's Bakery, in the former Lulu's shop on Hanover Street.
My new fruit-and-veggies—based diet makes me feel healthy, virtuous, and thinner. But sometimes, I need cake. Buttery, sugary relief. Here are a few photos to entice you:
I'd rather look at a fruit tart than eat it. These look particularly gorgeous, but I'd rather have almost anything else in the case, including that pistachio number to the right. The whole point is frosting, as far as I'm concerned.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
One of my cats opened an email notice from you and typed the reply below while I wasn't home. I couldn't resist hitting Send, since the cat was obviously working hard on his/her message and had plenty to say. I figured, who knows, perhaps you get email from cats all the time. So if you know what this means, please let me know.