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 […]
“Look outside!” Matt yelled. Matt and Chris had finished mowing our lawn, and had not quite finished arguing about a party they were or were not going to, and about dinner they would or would not have with us, when Matt hollered at us from the porch. Susan looked though the kitchen window while Diane […]
This is short, but one of my favorite stories. It would have little impact if it were told by a Mr. Peepers kind of guy. Noland’s size and deep voice gives weight to his stories. And when he talks he looks me dead in the eyes. He has often complained about “Mr. America,”the not quite […]
Breaking camp, last day. View larger image Flo in her apartment listening to Peter Rodd describe how Emma was thrown from her mount during today’s horse show. View larger image More photos from that fateful moving day. Out of the old and into the new – Concord Park Susan has been working hours and hours […]
Maybe he’s looking into the not too distant future, but today Noland talked about his friend Frank who died while Noland was visiting him in the hospital. We were sitting at his dining room table watching “The Price Is Right,” and a guy in uniform had just won “The Showcase” worth about twenty-five thousand dollars. […]
Maybe he’s looking into the not too distant future, but today Noland talked about his friend Frank who died while Noland was visiting him in the hospital. We were sitting at his dining room table watching “The Price Is Right,” and a guy in uniform had just won “The Showcase” worth about twenty-five thousand dollars. […]
The cabin porch was saved from destruction by a combination of luck and a skinny, but resilient limb that caught the crushing force of a falling tree . Adam and I spent two hours surgically removing it, section by section, and then finally swinging what was left, still clinging to its upright half, away from […]