SusanÃs Jobian prep-the-condo-for-sale project is nearing an end as Matt, Joe, Cel, and Kristin applied almost seven gallons of pure white paint to every wall, ceiling and epidermal surface. I guessed four hours, they worked for a solid eight, stopping only for lunch from nearby Papa GinoÃs. View larger image View larger image View larger […]
So tame you can almost pet him (or her). Painting Flo’s apartment. View larger image
View larger image The nearby train tracks connect our house to Daryl’s, the stores in West Acton, and even Idylwilde. Matt and his friends use them and often they find things you might not stumble upon on, say, Central St. Like the head of a deer. After staring into its glassy eye, Joe claims he […]
Stopped on our way to Erickson’s (yeah, we do go there quite often) to take this photo of a rainbow over Stonefield Farm. Looks brilliant? Double it and you get the real life image. Tonight is the first night of Diane’s thirty-fifth Wellesley College reunion. View larger image
As soon as those baby ducks hit the water – each one made a resounding PLOP as Matt dropped them from the bank- they submerged in search of food. Or to simply play. They were home and we were heroes. Diane and Susan, remembering our date to meet Chris and her kids at Erickson’s, hurried […]
View larger image Susan worries that in addition to Flo’s monthly Concord Park bills, there will be a nine hundred dollar companion fee to pay for my new found attachment to the place. I joined Flo for a classical piano recital in the great room to the left of the main doors. Rick Scalise plays […]