Yesterday, I met my old friend Lawry in Harvard Square, Cambridge, for brunch, with some members of his family.
It was great to see everybody. I loved talking to Lawry, his wife, his daughter, his sister, his brother, and his brother’s wife.
It was particularly special for me to spend time with them, because I had been feeling some anxiety, over the weekend, about my health (and some about the Boston Red Sox, too).
And it was wonderful to be back in Harvard Square. (See “What’s the problem?” and “Random Images (paired)“, two earlier posts, for more adventures in Harvard Square.)
Here’s a little photo essay, about my time in Harvard Square yesterday.
A Little Photo Essay
by Ann
On my way to meet Lawry and his family for brunch, I saw this amazing tree. I had to stop and take a picture. Thank you, tree.
It was another beautiful autumn day. Those of us who live in the Greater Boston area have been remarking, this year, about how friggin’ great the fall weather has been. Those of us who dread the onset of winter in the Greater Boston area have been wondering whether this is a good or bad omen about how painful it’s going to be, too soon. (Actually, I can only speak for my own thoughts about this.)
Moments after I took that first shot of the tree, I had to stop and take the above photo. Why? It’s a sign about a group, people!
Here’s a closer shot of the sign (and some of the flags) that you can see in the background of the previous photo.
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As I said, it was a beautiful day. Look at those trees and that sky.
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Another sign in front of the church. I snapped this, as a is Note To Self: “Ann, make sure you sing more (especially as the cold and dark descend)!”
After I took that photo, I stopped dilly-dallying, and focused on getting to brunch with Lawry and his family.
I didn’t have any photos of Lawry or his family members to show you today, because I was too focused on interacting with each of them, in the moment. Right now, I wish I had some visual proof of how great they all are, but you’ll just have to take my word for it.
After brunch, I went to Urban Outfitters because I needed a scarf and gloves — that is, gear for winter, coming too soon to a location near me.
And … I DID find a great scarf and some colorful gloves there, which definitely cheered me up. (My philosophy: If I’m going to be cold, I might as well look cool.)
While I was shopping in the store, I couldn’t help but notice this:
I had never seen anything quite like THAT. I’ve noticed lots of children — and adults — wearing animal hats in these parts, but a full-bear winter coat? I was very intrigued, but assumed it was most likely just for display. (I mean, it’s almost Halloween, for heaven’s sake.)
However, when I was in line to pay for my merchandise, I noticed that the people in front of me — a woman and her son — had just bought one of those bear coats, which was being stuffed into a bag. I blurted out, “Wow! You got one of those! Can I see it?”
The woman paused, but then kindly took it out of the bag, to show me. She told me it was for her son, Asa, who was a student at Boston College. “Will you try it on for me?” I asked Asa, as I told them both about this blog.
This was Asa’s reply:
How cool is THAT?
Now it’s a day later, and I’m still feeling better.
Many thanks to Asa and his mother, Lawry and his family, Christ Church Cambridge, Urban Outfitters, all things that make life bearable, and to you, of course, for reading today.
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