Title is from Atlas Shrugged. By that I mean, I opened up the book, and pointed to a sentence on a page (a wise method of choosing titles for things, learnt from Dr. Jackson) It works 99% of the time. Except when you don’t have a clear topic in mind.
Major thanks to my mother and father for many dinners out, hard work, and darling gifts! For a few days, I was utterly pampered and cosseted. Pictures of the apt forthcoming!
And the first week is done! It was hard, and exhausting, and I guess the weekend is over, or will be in 1 hour and 33 minutes. Oh dear. Somehow I never get as much done as I meant. Of course I have long lived by the old adage “it always gets done.” And it always does.
Today we went to church here: http://www.theadvent.org/ It was beautiful and smelly (they used incense during the service). I will very likely go back again if only because it allows me to walk around streets like these: a
And eat at places like this one:
Brunch was huevos rancheros (yes, I used to be a picky eater, and now I eat black beans, guacamole, eggs, salsa, and sour cream all in a yummy heap!) and dessert was a surprisingly green pistachio muffin (on the outside it was golden brown but on the inside it was this odd green color that seems so unnatural).
I also took the mbta for the first time. I relish the fact that I live on the Orange Line. Also, it took less than half an hour to get downtown, and I didn’t feel on the verge of tears because of mean Boston drivers once. I think that this means that public transportation will become my mode of exploring Boston from this point forward.
Monday is an 1 hour 22 minutes away, and I’m still planning Atlas Shrugged lessons. Any ideas?