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derspatchel and I went to the Museum of Science to see an Omni film about coral reefs. We had last been there a little over a year ago, not yet a month together, appreciating geckos and hiking all over the North End. We took the 87, I think. This time we walked from my front door: down Medford Street to the McGrath Highway, following the traffic into Lechmere with a cut over to Cambridge Street and eventually the intersection where rushthatspeaks and I were stuck at an interminable red light last week; I suppose it took us about forty minutes. Clear light everywhere, just starting to gild with late afternoon. The skyline impossibly photogenic, showing off for spring. We passed a Burger King in the downwind direction and the air smelled like meat smoke for a lot longer than I was expecting. We arrived just in time for the film, which was full of exactly the kind of strange beautiful sea-things I never feel get the apprecation they deserve: nudibranchs as softly black-and-white as Avedon photography, stingless jellyfish swarming in a stratified saline lake, a flatworm rippling a peacock-colored flourish through cloudy blue water; anemones and giant clams, richly colored siphons pulsing like the iris of an eye; the blunt-jawed lash of a moray eel. I don't know who created the sunken sculptures featured at the end of the film, but they should be on greygirlbeast's walls, their cement faces scaling over with barnacles and softening with corals and algae, sea-masked, turning to reef. When we left, it was with plenty of daylight to visit the North Point Park with its daffodils and forsythia and the footbridge we had seen half-completed last spring. We watched three commuter rail trains pass beneath us, one coming from North Station, the others from Fitchburg or the North Shore. Rob took pictures from underneath the Zakim Bridge, like the gill-slit belly of a ray. I wanted the sun-haze and the roofs of the museum in the frame of the highway and the viaduct, but my phone doesn't do more than blurry impressionism. Pearl-stipples of cloud were coming up in the east, where the gold was dropping out of the sky. The small child whose entire family was fielding as he learned to hit a ball wasn't doing badly at all.
And then we walked over to the Friendly Toast, where we hadn't eaten since we got engaged. They seated us at the same table in the corner. It's ours now. And we walked to Rodney's in Central Square and they were closed, so we continued on to the basement of the Harvard Book Store and now I have a selected works of Odysseus Elytis. Last night I was in a worrying lot of pain (do not offer hugs: we are still figuring out what the hell it was) and tomorrow morning I have to attend the funeral of a friend's brother, but today was good.
I put my calendar up on my wall. I can keep track of my life again.
derspatchel and I went to the Museum of Science to see an Omni film about coral reefs. We had last been there a little over a year ago, not yet a month together, appreciating geckos and hiking all over the North End. We took the 87, I think. This time we walked from my front door: down Medford Street to the McGrath Highway, following the traffic into Lechmere with a cut over to Cambridge Street and eventually the intersection where rushthatspeaks and I were stuck at an interminable red light last week; I suppose it took us about forty minutes. Clear light everywhere, just starting to gild with late afternoon. The skyline impossibly photogenic, showing off for spring. We passed a Burger King in the downwind direction and the air smelled like meat smoke for a lot longer than I was expecting. We arrived just in time for the film, which was full of exactly the kind of strange beautiful sea-things I never feel get the apprecation they deserve: nudibranchs as softly black-and-white as Avedon photography, stingless jellyfish swarming in a stratified saline lake, a flatworm rippling a peacock-colored flourish through cloudy blue water; anemones and giant clams, richly colored siphons pulsing like the iris of an eye; the blunt-jawed lash of a moray eel. I don't know who created the sunken sculptures featured at the end of the film, but they should be on greygirlbeast's walls, their cement faces scaling over with barnacles and softening with corals and algae, sea-masked, turning to reef. When we left, it was with plenty of daylight to visit the North Point Park with its daffodils and forsythia and the footbridge we had seen half-completed last spring. We watched three commuter rail trains pass beneath us, one coming from North Station, the others from Fitchburg or the North Shore. Rob took pictures from underneath the Zakim Bridge, like the gill-slit belly of a ray. I wanted the sun-haze and the roofs of the museum in the frame of the highway and the viaduct, but my phone doesn't do more than blurry impressionism. Pearl-stipples of cloud were coming up in the east, where the gold was dropping out of the sky. The small child whose entire family was fielding as he learned to hit a ball wasn't doing badly at all.And then we walked over to the Friendly Toast, where we hadn't eaten since we got engaged. They seated us at the same table in the corner. It's ours now. And we walked to Rodney's in Central Square and they were closed, so we continued on to the basement of the Harvard Book Store and now I have a selected works of Odysseus Elytis. Last night I was in a worrying lot of pain (do not offer hugs: we are still figuring out what the hell it was) and tomorrow morning I have to attend the funeral of a friend's brother, but today was good.
I put my calendar up on my wall. I can keep track of my life again.
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Thank you; that would be them. They're beautiful.
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...tomorrow morning I have to attend the funeral of a friend's brother...
I'm sorry for your loss. His memory for a blessing.
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Thank you.
I'm sorry for your loss. His memory for a blessing.
It is not my loss: we were not close and I had not seen him in decades. But I care about his sister, and I am very sorry for hers.
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Thank you. It was just a really nice day.
I like that icon.
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