Well, sort of. Some of us wore many layers and the sun was shining bright. It was quite lovely, actually. A big crowd this week, Diane, Lynn, Howard and I. For the first time we took Parker Hill Ave. all the way down to the very end. Lynn and I did, anyway. We turned right around and headed back up that hill for an extra added little rush where we met Diane and Howard still on their way down. They were very happy to turn right where they were and go back up with us where we caught Calument at it's very beginning. We took that down to Tremont Street then up and around to Huntington again. We were breaking new ground at every turn. We couldn't help but notice some new hills on our way back home, and wouldn't you know it, one of them was our very own Wait Street from the bottom. So maybe we will vary it up over the next few weeks. I must say I am getting a bit restless with the same route. I really look forward to Spring, I am so not a winter person. All that talk about skiing. I can so do without it. Another big moving weekend for me. I packed up six boxes of old grandparent kitchen stuff for Advah (the kitchen stuff was old, not the grandparent. Well, maybe the grandparent is on the old side too ;) along with a car full of bookshelves and lamps and me and schlepped all the way to Newton to unpack it all. Met the roommates who offered me a glass of white wine, nicely chilled, in a beer glass. Then Advah and I headed off to the Union St. Station restaurant in Newton Center. Funky, fun place and the food was delish. I had an open-faced Thanksgiving sandwich complete with smashed potatoes and cranberry sauce. It was one of those warm feel-good meals, just what you need on a cold January afternoon.
It's hard to stop the mothering and let go of the daughter when she moves out, even though she's nearly 28 and had lived on her own for years before she came back home again for a 9-month stint. On the one hand you're glad to get your space and your peace and quiet back. But I guess I'm not quite ready to go back to not worrying about her on a daily basis yet. I know that day will come soon enough. I think I'll just enjoy the worrying a bit longer...hopefully she's enjoying it too.
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