He doesn’t move this fast when he’s cleaning his car off to drive to school, but give Matthew a snow day and places to go… .

School Closings

Last Updated at 6:12am on 1/06/2005

Abby Kelley Foster Reg. Charter
Closed
Abington Public Schools
Closed
Abundant Life Christian School
Closed
Acad. of Notre Dame/Tyngsboro
Closed
Accept Educational Collaborative
Closed
Acre Family Day Care
Closed No Transportation
Acton/Acton-Boxboro Reg.
Closed
And on and on including Lincoln Sudbury which means Chris’s chillens are also home. Matt’s response when I woke him at 6. “Thank god.”
I wonder if those Minnesotans are still sking on alfalfa?

Poker last night at Stu’s (in the vest) house.
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Q’s mother gave me the jar and the rocks, I added the water, and for two weeks my ersatz aquarium sat otherwise empty on my kitchen counter. Then one day, just before Christmas, I turned around and there was a Betta fish in it. I’m thinking of adding a wall safe to my study. Did you know that Beta is a misspelling of Betta, which comes from the scientific name Betta splendens?
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Q’s mother gave me the jar and the rocks, I added the water, and for two weeks my ersatz aquarium sat otherwise empty on my kitchen counter. Then one day, just before Christmas, I turned around and there was a Betta fish in it. I’m thinking of adding a wall safe to my study. Did you know that Beta is a misspelling of Betta, which comes from the scientific name Betta splendens?
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Doesn’t it make you smile?
Another photo from them olden days. Diane with Patti Deverna and her daughters. Diane is on the far left.

Adam Kibbe

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For 2-1/2 hours I dodged caffeine-hungry patrons and their holiday-high children, twisting picture wire, measuring placements, and patiently waiting for all-clear moments at the condiment bar to hang above and near it. Over 3 years ago, my wife had walked into our local Starbucks and without my knowledge signed me up for their wall-display-of-the-month program. Yes, a three-year waiting list, AND I was bumped from the lucrative October slot I’d been given originally for post-spending-frenzy January. But here I was, on New Year’s Eve, finally hanging 7 of my photographs. In public.

Choosing, printing and framing them had been a saga in and of itself, but never mind that now. The immediate experience was a strange nervousness about actually finally facing them out to the public, combined with the almost-chaos of holiday java-addicts at their daily dealings with their pusher. Since my arrival that morning, I’d kept the pieces wrapped or leaned face against a wall while I signed agreements and measured and prepped. But soon enough, the first one was going up, and leaving it face to the wall at that point would be entirely too much false modesty. No one laughed. No one cheered either, but my ice was boken. Two up, then three. Skip the pricing and “artist’s statement” 8×10’s — those come last. Hectic, pregnant moments.

I got a couple of quick compliments, even spoke at length with a couple who wanted to know about where they were all taken, which lapsed into a discussion of cogent specs on digital cameras. One man enthusiastically praised my show before it was even up, thinking me last month’s artist, but it WAS nice to know people would go out of their way to comment, since, truth be told, most were walking past without much of a glance.

So now it’s done. Three years in chronic fits of effort and anticipation, and I feel a strange limbo as I ponder why I acquiesced to my wife’s enthusiasm for this public display of affectation. Favored images on which I’ve labored so long are now in another realm entirely, well past private hobby amateurism and into The World. It IS exciting, in a self-induced-fifteen-minutes-of-fame kinda way. Odd that it feels so odd, though.

If you get a chance, please stop by (next to Shaw’s on Rt. 20). The Guys will likely schedule one of their regular coffee klatches there some fine weekend day. But I’m dying for somebody besides me and Tricia to tell me what they actually look like………….

Adam Kibbe

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For 2-1/2 hours I dodged caffeine-hungry patrons and their holiday-high children, twisting picture wire, measuring placements, and patiently waiting for all-clear moments at the condiment bar to hang above and near it. Over 3 years ago, my wife had walked into our local Starbucks and without my knowledge signed me up for their wall-display-of-the-month program. Yes, a three-year waiting list, AND I was bumped from the lucrative October slot I’d been given originally for post-spending-frenzy January. But here I was, on New Year’s Eve, finally hanging 7 of my photographs. In public.

Choosing, printing and framing them had been a saga in and of itself, but never mind that now. The immediate experience was a strange nervousness about actually finally facing them out to the public, combined with the almost-chaos of holiday java-addicts at their daily dealings with their pusher. Since my arrival that morning, I’d kept the pieces wrapped or leaned face against a wall while I signed agreements and measured and prepped. But soon enough, the first one was going up, and leaving it face to the wall at that point would be entirely too much false modesty. No one laughed. No one cheered either, but my ice was boken. Two up, then three. Skip the pricing and “artist’s statement” 8×10’s — those come last. Hectic, pregnant moments.

I got a couple of quick compliments, even spoke at length with a couple who wanted to know about where they were all taken, which lapsed into a discussion of cogent specs on digital cameras. One man enthusiastically praised my show before it was even up, thinking me last month’s artist, but it WAS nice to know people would go out of their way to comment, since, truth be told, most were walking past without much of a glance.

So now it’s done. Three years in chronic fits of effort and anticipation, and I feel a strange limbo as I ponder why I acquiesced to my wife’s enthusiasm for this public display of affectation. Favored images on which I’ve labored so long are now in another realm entirely, well past private hobby amateurism and into The World. It IS exciting, in a self-induced-fifteen-minutes-of-fame kinda way. Odd that it feels so odd, though.

If you get a chance, please stop by (next to Shaw’s on Rt. 20). The Guys will likely schedule one of their regular coffee klatches there some fine weekend day. But I’m dying for somebody besides me and Tricia to tell me what they actually look like………….