My sister came up to Cambridge for a visit and I got to take her around to all the hot spots. She saw the Grill in full swing and said hello to the owner the night I worked.
The next day we went to the Fresh Pond reservoir and walked the two miles around. The plan had been to run it, but Kate forgot her Nike’s, so she did a bit of jogging in her clogs. The dutch word for that is cljogging.
Kate said it was very “like-Dad” of me to be in the next picture. To stand beside a tree when its small, and then revisit the scene decades later to stand beside it when its grown. That idea never even crossed my mind; I simply related to the small tree. But its a pretty good idea.
After Fresh Pond, we ate lunch at the corner market in Huron Village (or I ate lunch at least). I took Kate to Formaggio Kitchen and she had a muffin. We walked around the ‘hood under blue skies and sunshine. Unfortunately, we did not plan ahead and were late to the next stop, a yoga class, so we had to skip it… 🙂 That’s my sad face.
Instead we burrowed into the Pound Pile at the Garment District. There were also book stores, grocery stores, TV’s on the internet, and a confrontation with the owner of Sound Bites over soy milk that somehow ended with my sister and the Moroccan as allies. It was a good visit.
Meof! Meof!?
MEOF!
Snork,
You torture me with the photos. In which I look as bad as possible. As crazy as a crazed lemur.
Snorky, I am nicer to you. The NICEST! at least 80% of the time. excluding those hours before noon.
Hope that you are revving up for a wild-wonder swim in the ocean!
Kate, you look frightening in those pix indeed. You should audit your bro too, not only the INS.