I’ve been in Concord for a week or so, shuttling sweet B and coddling a broken toe. (Dramatic and sensational circumstances … a Pyrex container fell out of the fridge and zeroed on on the unoffending appendage, turning its elegant, slender, yet macho pinkness into the purple piggie of pain. I can confirm that my command of basic Anglo Saxon remains fluent. So can the neighbors.)
Yesterday H, B, and I headed for Boston to meet some family and friends and take in the Chihuly exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts. We had a high old time. B loves the T,
and we wandered through the Public Garden to check out the ducklings. We even had a ride on the Swan Boats. Lovably familiar material to three generations of Robert McCloskey fans.
B squealingly enjoyed the carousel on the Common with her Aunt D …
She and mommy tested the waters in the Frog Pond …
and a slightly manic B showed herself to be a surprisingly agile and aggressive climber at the Tadpole Playground.
The whole crew enjoyed a great outdoor dinner.
Then the three of us went off to the Chihuly exhibit. Which we couldn’t get into. Sold out.