The day I arrived, I dove into the sea
After a chaotic morning and early afternoon chiefly characterized by everything taking about three times as long as it should have, I had an excellent afternoon and evening chiefly characterized by ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks. For purposes of not transmitting him my viral crud, we were doing most of our socializing open-air and thus made first for Castle Island, where the sun was thinking about setting in the time it took us to walk around the causeway in the late winter mix of cloud-blues. A red-and-black container ship was lying off Deer Island. The weird ducks dotting the water were mostly black and white. Sullivan's hadn't opened for the season after all—their grille was still rattled down—so we not actually settled for deli sandwiches from Mamaleh's, eaten at the park on Rogers Street under the wires that always look to me like a trellis in progress. We did not get T-boned by the driver who decided to blare through my attempted left onto Hampshire Street. We did lie around afterward next to the air cleaner talking about mostly twentieth-century fantasy literature. I brought knishes home for spatch. I remain desperately underslept and count this a really nice day.
rushthatspeaks. For purposes of not transmitting him my viral crud, we were doing most of our socializing open-air and thus made first for Castle Island, where the sun was thinking about setting in the time it took us to walk around the causeway in the late winter mix of cloud-blues. A red-and-black container ship was lying off Deer Island. The weird ducks dotting the water were mostly black and white. Sullivan's hadn't opened for the season after all—their grille was still rattled down—so we not actually settled for deli sandwiches from Mamaleh's, eaten at the park on Rogers Street under the wires that always look to me like a trellis in progress. We did not get T-boned by the driver who decided to blare through my attempted left onto Hampshire Street. We did lie around afterward next to the air cleaner talking about mostly twentieth-century fantasy literature. I brought knishes home for spatch. I remain desperately underslept and count this a really nice day.
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*hugs*
There will be chopped liver when you come to Boston.
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I love those locks so much and you grabbed that cold winter light around them so well.
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I have become convinced that actual yaks would drive better.
I love those locks so much and you grabbed that cold winter light around them so well.
On the insurance phone! Thank you. It was beautiful.
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(He was so proud to fix the toilet for you. Even if it revealed more "....?!!")
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Buffleheads?
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Statistically, probably some of them, since we saw buffleheads at Castle Island in 2023, but they were all much farther from the shore this time, which made identification beyond "black-and-white weird duck" a lot harder.
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Thank you! A fragment and frankly I am hoping to nap.
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Thank you! People drive like that now. (I try not to.)
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Thank you!
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