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(yeah, apparently I remembered that I have a blog … for today)

Boston wore a disguise today.  It pretended to be San Francisco, and try on the natural air conditioner for size.

Of course, it wasn’t as beautiful.

Like on the hotter days, back in Berkeley, when I’d decide to pack the kids up for a quick jaunt to the beach, just to cross the bridge and see the fog rolling in, wisping down off the tips of the hills, realizing that if I hadn’t brought sweatshirts, the trip would have been a waste.  But we knew what we were doing, and had not only bathing suits and sunscreen, but also sweatpants and sweatshirts.

No, it wasn’t that extreme in Boston today — there was actually no fog, just an ocean breeze — but it was a huge change in temperature.  I had gone downstairs at 2, and even left the building (an absolute rarity between the hours of 8 a.m. and 6 p.m., I’m sad to report) so that I could stop by the bank and get a cashier’s check for the last step before our move in three weeks … it was sweltering.  It was so hot, you felt like you were a chicken in a roasting pan.  Despite the linen, despite the shorter sleeves – it was just. too.  hot.

But when 4 p.m. struck, and I felt drowsy while reading a deposition that printed in a weird order, I rounded up some friends for an iced coffee at Starbucks (unfortunately convenient in the lobby downstairs … still no call to leave the building).  But I’d seen that headline – 20 degree drop in 20 minutes?  And I said, “let’s go see!”

It really was cooler.  There was no sweat dripping down the butt cheeks.  Not a single drop.  It was still muggy and moist and nowhere near as seasonally disorienting as the S.F. fog had been.  But we got to sit outside.

For all of 7 minutes before the Crackberries started buzzing and the twitching got to be too extreme to ignore as we started to imagine all the partners that were (of course not) ringing our phones off the hook wondering why the hell we weren’t working at 4:07 p.m.!!

I later enjoyed my walk to Boston’s South Station, the weather still mild.  But by the time I got off the train a mere 3.5 miles away, I had left the little ocean-breeze-bubble, and the sweat returned.

Ick.

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Background noise

I am, historically and naturally, weather obsessed.  I track it constantly, I look forward to weather events.  I love storms.  Blizzards, hurricanes, thunder and lightning.  The only thing I really don’t feel comfortable with is tornadoes.  They’re too erratic for my taste.  I don’t really want to be thrown thousands of feet into the air and then back onto the ground.  The rest, though, is fun.

So imagine my surprise when I wake up to read that I should stay home today.  Huh?  But, I didn’t track that storm!  I didn’t know it was coming!  I can’t stay home! I have been so busy with work and not feeling well and going out to dinner that I haven’t been monitoring the weather.  Totally snuck up on me.

I truly cannot stay home.  I have a client meeting today.  I have a couple of scheduled phone calls, and I have a firm-thing about my evaluation process.  And they will feed me snacks.

So instead I’m planning what to wear that will make the trudge home easier.  I don’t want to stay late today – Beloved and I have a plan:  movies and pasta.  I want to be home, in my jammies, as close to 6 or 6:30 as possible.

Right at the peak of the storm.

Public transit tends to be easier to manage in these snow storms than driving.  But I do have some ways to walk, and I don’t think I’m up for it in a suit and high heel boots.

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At approximately 5 p.m., someone in my firm sent out an e-mail offering Patriots tickets for tomorrow’s game.

The Patriots are my team.

I want to watch the Patriots play football, in person.

    But when the e-mail arrived in my box, I had a moment where 1,000 thoughts flashed through my mind, as follows:

  • I have approximately 90 seconds to reply to this email.
  • Where the hell are they even playing?
  • What would Beloved think?
  • I wish E were home – it’s her I’d really want to bring
  • Isn’t it supposed to RAIN tomorrow?
  • If they’re in New York (game’s against the Giants, that much I knew), I’ll have to get a zipcar for the whole day, and maybe more – this is a lot of money – I know I (for once) actually have it, but still.
  • We were supposed to take care of J’s computer tomorrow
  • What if the seats suck?

Well.

  • They’re here, in MA
  • The seats rock
  • Beloved if upset with me (as in, disappointed – not as in mad)
  • E is mad (not disappointed) – apparently preferring to hear first-hand accounts to nothing at all
  • We really can afford it (tickets were offered at $80/each …. uh?  yeah.  we can do $160).
  • This is an amazing year – probably not to be duplicated. 
Clearly, I didn’t snatch the tickets.  Someone had them within 60 seconds … and I could have, if I didn’t hesitate.  
I wish I didn’t hesitate. 

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The snow just is not stopping. Beloved and I went to the girls’ concert at their school, and I *knew* I should have worn my heavy-duty rubberized boots. I pouted about it. I wanted to wear my new boots from my mom.

😦

Then I looked outside again before we left (we walk, approx 1/4 mile, to the girls’ school) and it was just FLURRIES! So I wore the good boots, not the serious boots.

On the way there, I was okay. I was able to use the heel as an ice pick of sorts, and it was fine.

When I got to the school, I felt like a dork, b/c everyone else had on rubberized heavy-duty LL Bean boots.

Oh well. Mine were cool.

Then, after the concert, I had to go to the toy store to get J a “Secret Santa” gift (grrrr on my daughters!), and then to Starbucks to get me some coffee.

The way home was treacherous! The snow got really, really deep! I don’t even understand it. I wasn’t expecting this today at all. It is nice, though.

Now that I’m home, with my fancy boots drying out, and my rubberized, fur-lined ones ready to go run the next round of errands.

I watched a car spin in slow motion on my way home. Now I’m wondering if the play we were going to go to is going to happen, and if the kids will end up coming home early. Huh.

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I had a nice holiday gathering with my family this past weekend.  I’ve had some strife with/about my brother in the past few years, but it seems to have dissipated if not healed completely.  I remember last year I was resentful over the fact that I was required to spend ANY money on his ungrateful, hateful ass, and I think I settled on an iTunes gift card.  Which is a pretty crappy gift, but was still too much for the relationship we had at the time.

This year, I was excited to pick something for his son, as well as for him and his wife.  I think I made good choices and they were happy.

I made my mother a photo album with a collection of photos from the year, and signed my dad up for a 2-wines-of-the-month club.  They each had little things from me to open on top of that.

Beloved also worked to provide the family with gifts, and helped the girls with projects so they had something to give as well.  I think we showed up with a nice bunch of gifts!

Beloved’s gifts rocked.  He came up with the idea before we left for Europe, and we (amazingly) followed through on it.   We took photos in Paris and Amsterdam, with particular themes in mind, and he had prints made and then matted and framed the prints.  They came out great, and the family was duly impressed.

We were also spoiled nicely.  My brother and his wife gifted us all with fun and personal assortments of gifts, perfect for each of us (J’s stripey knee socks with little toes are great).  My mom and dad got me a Martini set, complete with a recipe book, and my BOOTS!!!  They got Beloved an indoor grill and some socks.  Good socks, though.  Not complaining-inducing socks.

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We had weather issues, though.  Because this is turning out to be a delightful winter, and we are getting snow on top of snow.

This is a good thing.

The storm that brought me home early on Thursday created messes of dynamic proportions.  It was amazing.  I’m not sure I’ve ever been more grateful for my car-less status.  I apparently left work at the same time as the people who were stuck in traffic for up to SIX HOURS did, but I first walked 5 blocks to the T station, then rode the train (no traffic!) for 15 minutes, and then crossed the street and then went around the block to the girls’ school.  Once I had them in hand, we walked 3 more blocks to our HOUSE!  Where we spent the rest of the afternoon watching stand-still traffic out our living room window.

We knew even then that another storm was coming through in a couple days’ time.

Beloved and I wondered if we should change our plans.

We decided no.

But as the storm was closer and the predictions more reliable, we found ourselves more and more on the fence.

We knew we couldn’t skip the trip – there is no other time.  The girls leave to spend Christmas with their father in a week … then Beloved has a school/work trip planned, and there’s just no other time.

So we spent some time on Saturday morning – at my parents’ house – studying satellite images accompanying the various weather reports.  The question was – will we have dinner and open gifts in a rush so that we could get in the car late Saturday and drive 2.5 hours in the middle of the night, to be safe in our own beds before the storm?  Our would we stay in CT a little longer, waiting for the worst of the storm to pass.

I didn’t want to rush the gathering.  I didn’t want to feel on edge, I didn’t want to feel that I could not have a glass (or two or three) of wine because we would be driving (I actually don’t drink even one glass … or even a 1/2 glass … if I’m driving.)

So we stayed.

And driving home today was hard.

But no one would have been able to guess that my Beloved originated in Culver City, California.  The slush, ice, snow and varying temperatures were handled as if he were a native-born New Englander.  He was fantastic, and we are safe.

For now.

The temperature has begun it’s decline from 40 to 17 … all the mid-street lakes and flooded drains are in the midst of a deep freeze.  I think our morning foot-commutes will be treacherous.  And I’ll re-think that statement above about the joy of not having a car.

Although, I plan on taking a cab to work tomorrow, since I have to lug 7,000 pounds of BarBri books to the local office so I can get my $175 bar prep book deposit back … I can’t do that on the T.  7,000 pounds?  Ha!

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Yeee Haaaa!!

From my local weather report .....
      ...HEAVY SNOW WARNING  IN EFFECT FROM 1 PM TO 11 PM EST THURSDAY...

THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN TAUNTON HAS ISSUED A HEAVY SNOW
WARNING...WHICH IS IN EFFECT FROM 1 PM TO 11 PM EST THURSDAY.

A SHORT DURATION BUT HIGH IMPACT SNOWFALL WILL AFFECT SOUTHEAST AND
CENTRAL MASSACHUSETTS ALONG AND SOUTH OF THE MASS PIKE THURSDAY
AFTERNOON INTO THE EVENING. SNOW ACCUMULATIONS OF 6 TO 10 INCHES ARE
LIKELY...WITH MOST OF THE SNOW FALLING IN A 6 HOUR PERIOD.

SNOW IS EXPECTED TO DEVELOP AROUND NOON IN THE CONNECTICUT
VALLEY...SPREADING EAST ACROSS SOUTHEAST MASSACHUSETTS DURING THE
EARLY AFTERNOON. THE SNOW WILL QUICKLY BECOME HEAVY AT TIMES AND
SNOWFALL RATES MAY REACH 1 TO 3 INCHES PER HOUR FOR A TIME DURING
THE LATE AFTERNOON AND EARLY EVENING. THIS WILL HAVE A MAJOR IMPACT
ON THE EVENING RUSH HOUR AS THE HEAVIEST SNOW AND LOWEST
VISIBILITIES WILL BE DURING THIS TIME.

THE SNOW SHOULD QUICKLY TAPER OFF FROM WEST TO EAST BETWEEN 7 AND 9
PM THURSDAY EVENING.

A HEAVY SNOW WARNING IS ISSUED WHEN AN AVERAGE OF 6 OR MORE
INCHES OF SNOW IS EXPECTED IN A 12 HOUR PERIOD OR FOR 8 OR MORE
INCHES IN A 24 HOUR PERIOD.  TRAVEL WILL BE SLOW AT BEST ON WELL
TREATED SURFACES...AND QUITE DIFFICULT ON ANY UNPLOWED OR UNTREATED SURFACES.

 

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Me thinks I should work at home tomorrow afternoon so that I     

have me and mine safe in the house before the blizzard hits :)

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This is the third trip I’ve taken wherein I’ve returned home with regret because of a lack of photographs.  I brought my camera, at least, this time.  But Sunday was full of outlet stores and then today was overcast, rainy and foggy (man, was it foggy).  There weren’t many opportunities for photos.

But we had a good time.  Vermont was lovely – not as lovely as it was this time of year 2 and 3 years ago, but lovely nonetheless.  The cabin was fun, and it’s nice that the girls are as familiar with it now as I was when I was a kid.  They have their favorite bedrooms, and favorite out and indoor activities, and best of all – great memories.

There was some stress.  We met up with my parents on Sunday, and I felt a bit rushed so that we could get there early enough for my dad not to pick on me.  I also had to deal with the typical stress that comes with my parents:  food.

My parents like to eat.  My dad likes to Cook For Those He Loves.  He declared on Saturday afternoon that he wanted to make breakfast when we arrived in Vermont.  I had already told them that I wanted to take them out for lunch – for their anniversary, which was this past week.  He has no problem eating breakfast at 10:30 or 11 and then lunch at 1.  But we do.

And so, I felt myself gearing up for that dance of mine – the guilt/getting what I want dance.  I can’t be too assertive, or my dad will pout and make me feel like I hate his cooking, or I hate him, or I hate being with him.  I have to find a way to take a little bit of what he’s doling out, and still have some of what I want.

So instead of pancakes, eggs and bacon at 11:15, I instead had AN egg, and a strip of bacon.   I tried to get my family to do the same.  My dad was happy that we ate his food, and I was happy an hour later when I felt far from full.

And they loved the lunch that I took them for.  The pot roast cheddar melt that we discovered in August was a hit with both mom and dad (and even E, who would not try it last time, even though her sister wolfed it down).

They left for home from the Gap outlet, and Beloved took the kids to the bookstore while I went to the Ralph Lauren outlet – the only one where I found stuff I actually liked.  I met them in the bookstore – the one where I discovered a purse that I loved, and browsed.  Sadly, they did not have the purse in Olive.  Only orange, tan and purple.  None of which made me smile.

It was 7 p.m. when we left there, and we realized that we had zero hunger, and zero energy.  We went to a grocery store to buy bread and cheese and some bell peppers and carrots and fruit – in case we got hungry at the cabin – and then went and played hours of board games, and had a lovely time.

Lovely.

This a.m. I woke at 8:30, and kept myself awake so that I could sleep tonight.  We got going by 9, and were out of the cabin shortly after 10.  We went to a cafe (the same one we went to in that earlier post) and had coffee and hot cocoa, and then decided to drive east for a little while.  We came to Bennington, Vermont, which seemed not to care that tourists were invading the state – unlike every other town we had been in – and refused to install a million outlets and country stores and restaurants.  Geez.  So we spent yet another hour in yet another bookstore which I had trouble prying my peeps out of so that we could go next door to the chocolate store.

While in the book store, I found a book that had something to do with Hikes in New England.  I went through the Vermont section, curious if it would highlight the hike we’d gone on in August, when it wasn’t foggy and drizzly and humid.

IT DID!!  It was the third hike listed in the book!  That was fun.

Then we drove home.  Which was fine.

We also decided that if we find that any investment in land for us will need to be outside of the pricey town we rent in currently – it cannot be the town where the cabin is.  It’s just too far away.  An hour too far.  Three hours just won’t work for a weekend trek.  We are going to look around in the areas which are closer to 2 hours.

Perhaps in the spring.

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