Day in the Life

Rainy grey days — tired of ‘em!

The pic at right is from Monday’s ride through the wood at the edge of the marsh. This is part of my commute to work. At least it is when I can break out my fab trike. Awesome, n'est-ce pas?

Contrast this with my trip into town yesterday. At top left is the view from my Red Line train. When the sun sparkles on Dorchester Bay the view has a gritty grace. On a  murky morning like yesterday? Eh, more bleak than beauty. It looks like the setting for a Raymond Carver story.

Then to Park Street Station for the seemingly endless wait for a Green Line C train. I’ve counted — two to three D, E and B trains pass through the station before a single C train shows it’s face. Sigh. At least there’s Lilli Ann Killen Rosenberg’s brill mosaic to admire even though it’s in a strange dark corner.

After my appointments and lunch with the ultra fab Holly Sears, I met Jen for hot toddies at O’Leary’s. They’ve some truly ultra talented barkeeps there.

The journey home took us down the Commonwealth Avenue Mall, past the beautifully wrapped trees and ultra expensive, posh digs with the skyscrapers of Boylston Street looming behind. This part of the city, always lovely, is utterly magical at this time of year. And then I remember the price tags — two bedroom condos go for close to two mil. You can snap up a spacious five bed/three and a half bath for just over ten and a half mil. There’s a 435 square foot pied-à-terre selling for close to four hundred large. Such a deal!

Who can afford this stuff? Is beauty only for the wealthy?

Nope. Sadly, we've got to suffer through this

in order to get home to this.

Day in the Life — Beatles