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Pull off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
We didn't make it to The Caine Mutiny. We went for dinner at The Melting Pot and it kind of turned into a banquet. (Next time, we split an entrée.) We could have made the movie fifteen minutes late, but instead we went to the MFA and saw Regency furniture, an eighteenth-century drawing room and a seventeenth-century dining room, a short history of the color pink, and—because tonight was the free members' preview—watercolors by John Singer Sargent. Which were amazing. And the aquarium was full of the colors and the movement of the sea and not more screens than fish, which is always to be feared when a scientific institution renovates. The wall of sharks is back. The jellyfish exhibit is incredible. The electric eel was there in its tank, sending out jolts and clicks of exploration. I couldn't find the model of the humpback whale calf (Halos, second child of the famous Salt, born sometime in the early '80's) that I remember hanging on the second or third floor, but maybe it's only been moved. And I read half of the new Evangeline Walton on the train and I think our understanding of the Etruscans has moved on somewhat since whenever in the early 1950's she wrote it, but her evocation of the underworld is splendid. We walked a lot, from the museum to dinner, from the MFA most of the way to Harvard. It was a good crisp night for it. (A beautiful late-lit afternoon.) I am extremely happy.
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It was very lovely. Today was not bad either: we met my parents for dinner at the Menotomy Grill, which could have done with (a) more sound baffling (b) a less distractable server, but also provided me with a mulled cider cocktail, some delicious shrimp and poblano fritters, and a notable quantity of red meat, so I am totally willing to give it another try at some less crowded time of day. And my parents restored the mermaid lamp of my childhood for me. I'll have to see if
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Glad to see the day honored its morning promise.
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I think that is an entirely reasonable response! They're beautiful.
Glad to see the day honored its morning promise.
I'd like to be sleeping more, but I am otherwise pleased with how thirty-two is going so far.
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Time-skipping abilities so that we could have fit the movie in!
It was still a good day.
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Basically!
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John Singer Sargent is always a Good Thing. And it's excellent to hear that any renovated aquarium isn't now full of screens.
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His watercolors are fantastic. Very different from his oil portraits; impressionist, the way you walk toward a painting in order to look more closely at the details of sails or sea-light or orange peel and they dissolve: you back up and it comes into focus again, but you can't get close enough.