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Oct. 9th, 2007 09:51 am.
The long weekend is over. On Thursday I made the trip up to Mount Tom by Holyoke to photograph the remaining ruins up above Mountain Park. Turns out they aren't part of the same set of ruins. They're what's left of the Mount Tom Ski Area, and there's a lot more left than there is of Mountain Park. Watch this space.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gerisullivan had to bow out of the expedition when three of the five rabbits she'd pulled out of her hat turned up again, back in the hat, along with ...well, rabbit sign.
On Friday, we had some sushi and yaki soba that couldn't be beat to celebrate Cathy's payday (our bi-weekly ritual). On Saturday, my pal Harry came over. He lives in San Francisco, but was in Boston for some semi-regular business with his magazine, and since I'd driven to the Boston environs the last two times, it was his turn to voyage up and down the Mass Pike. We went to Pintu's for Indian food, where I was a bit surprised to have a manager come and discreetly tell us we couldn't look at the computer there. "That'd lose him some business in San Francisco," noted Harry. Another thing that might lose him some business is the hour that went by between our coming in and our getting food, though the keema samosa and the shrimp korma I had were excellent. I ordered garlic naan instead of onion naan by accident, but we were both happy with the result. Harry asked for spicy vindaloo, and got it.
I grumped a bit about the shrimp. Tasty as it was, I still object to having to pull the tails off of hot shrimp with sauce all over them. What is it about seafood that excuses the food preparers from fully preparing it to be eaten? I had the foresight to hang on to the appetizer plate, so I'd have a place to put the tails.
Also on Saturday, I took Sarah to Mittineague Park after we had our breakfast at Panera's. She wanted to take the scooters, so I put them in the car. Colin was home, so we invited him along, and Sarah's friend Traigh and his dad (Shane) were at the park. After some scooting, we put the stuff back in the car (along with Traigh's bike) and walked around on the Block Brook trail and also in Block Brook, tottering from stone to stone. It was a toss-up who was in front: Traigh knows the trails there well, and Colin says he does too. He also says the bridge was built in the 1600s -- who knew the WPA went back that far?
It was a long weekend. Sunday and Monday went by like two Sundays. Nothing much special went on. Today felt like a bonus Monday, except I didn't have to put trash and recycling out. I got Sarah to the bus stop, and took my walk from there once she was on the bus. If I go toward Silver Street instead of the park, my walk is closer to a mile and a half, so I tend to do that these days. After passing Dunkin' Donuts, I saw Linda on her porch and stopped off to chat for a while. Then I saw my barber, Ralph, sitting on the bench outside the shop and stopped off to say hi.
I hadn't seen Ralph in the last four months or so. I used to see him catching cigarette breaks from my kitchen window, but the last time I went in for a cut I found out that he'd had heart surgery, which explains why I hadn't seen him in a while. I told him it was nice to see him again, and he told me he has to take every other day off now, because the leg they took the vein from hurts when he stands for too long. I'd been thinking about a haircut for a while anyway, so I went ahead and got one. I suppose I should go to the mirror in the bathroom and see how I look.
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The long weekend is over. On Thursday I made the trip up to Mount Tom by Holyoke to photograph the remaining ruins up above Mountain Park. Turns out they aren't part of the same set of ruins. They're what's left of the Mount Tom Ski Area, and there's a lot more left than there is of Mountain Park. Watch this space.
gerisullivan had to bow out of the expedition when three of the five rabbits she'd pulled out of her hat turned up again, back in the hat, along with ...well, rabbit sign.On Friday, we had some sushi and yaki soba that couldn't be beat to celebrate Cathy's payday (our bi-weekly ritual). On Saturday, my pal Harry came over. He lives in San Francisco, but was in Boston for some semi-regular business with his magazine, and since I'd driven to the Boston environs the last two times, it was his turn to voyage up and down the Mass Pike. We went to Pintu's for Indian food, where I was a bit surprised to have a manager come and discreetly tell us we couldn't look at the computer there. "That'd lose him some business in San Francisco," noted Harry. Another thing that might lose him some business is the hour that went by between our coming in and our getting food, though the keema samosa and the shrimp korma I had were excellent. I ordered garlic naan instead of onion naan by accident, but we were both happy with the result. Harry asked for spicy vindaloo, and got it.
I grumped a bit about the shrimp. Tasty as it was, I still object to having to pull the tails off of hot shrimp with sauce all over them. What is it about seafood that excuses the food preparers from fully preparing it to be eaten? I had the foresight to hang on to the appetizer plate, so I'd have a place to put the tails.
Also on Saturday, I took Sarah to Mittineague Park after we had our breakfast at Panera's. She wanted to take the scooters, so I put them in the car. Colin was home, so we invited him along, and Sarah's friend Traigh and his dad (Shane) were at the park. After some scooting, we put the stuff back in the car (along with Traigh's bike) and walked around on the Block Brook trail and also in Block Brook, tottering from stone to stone. It was a toss-up who was in front: Traigh knows the trails there well, and Colin says he does too. He also says the bridge was built in the 1600s -- who knew the WPA went back that far?
It was a long weekend. Sunday and Monday went by like two Sundays. Nothing much special went on. Today felt like a bonus Monday, except I didn't have to put trash and recycling out. I got Sarah to the bus stop, and took my walk from there once she was on the bus. If I go toward Silver Street instead of the park, my walk is closer to a mile and a half, so I tend to do that these days. After passing Dunkin' Donuts, I saw Linda on her porch and stopped off to chat for a while. Then I saw my barber, Ralph, sitting on the bench outside the shop and stopped off to say hi.
I hadn't seen Ralph in the last four months or so. I used to see him catching cigarette breaks from my kitchen window, but the last time I went in for a cut I found out that he'd had heart surgery, which explains why I hadn't seen him in a while. I told him it was nice to see him again, and he told me he has to take every other day off now, because the leg they took the vein from hurts when he stands for too long. I'd been thinking about a haircut for a while anyway, so I went ahead and got one. I suppose I should go to the mirror in the bathroom and see how I look.
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