Oh, my God, we're on the beach

[sovay]

spatch met me after my doctor's appointment and took me to the sea.

I had just planned to eat my traditional bagel for dinner and then come home and work. Instead we went to Salem on the commuter train. There was even one standing obligingly at North Station, just waiting for us to purchase tickets and rush aboard with two minutes to spare. We had cans of seltzer and a glazed yeast donut to share between us; by sheer luck I had taken my camera with me when I left the house this afternoon and I spent the next forty-five minutes taking pictures through the faintly tinted acrylic glass of the Zakim from the other side of its white cable-stays, the inside of the Tonka-truck-colored drawbridge that we watch so often from North Point Park, the sand and gravel heaps close enough to read their labels, industry of scrap metal and wind turbines on the shores of the Mystic River, empty-eyed brick buildings alive with graffiti, springing-green salt marshes marched across with electricity pylons and driftwood-pale piers. I got a wonderful view of the parking garage at Lynn, all slant concrete parallels frosted with pastel-blue steel like something out of Tati's Playtime (1967). We walked two blocks from the station in Salem and were greeted by a UCC church whose granite steps—the cornerstone said 1923—were home to a queer rainbow of doors, red through violet under the open and affirming banner that clearly no one had felt strongly about taking down after Pride. We passed two crosswalks painted in rainbow colors ditto. And we had talked about finding a clam shack out on the point where we had once seen children's Shakepeare, but Rob's knee was not yet recovered for that kind of walking; we roamed around the waterfront where the sea was the same steeped blue as the sky and ended up at Longboards, which is famous for its pizza. I was there for the sea; I got a lobster roll. It was an excellent lobster roll, easily more than two claws' worth of meat on a griddled roll with just a little butter and lemon and the traditional essentially decorative lettuce leaf. We did not really have room for dessert, but we bought a bag of bananas foster popcorn from their neighbor store Popped! and noshed as we wandered on. The Friendship of Salem was not in evidence at Derby Wharf, although its masts and rigging were. We did not go inside, but we walked past the House of the Seven Gables, where Hawthorne gave one of his characters the death that belonged to an ancestor of my husband's. (I wrote a poem about it.) I complimented the mermaid necklace of a young man we passed on Turner Street and a man smoking on the steps of the VFW complimented my hair. We found a courtyard full of incredible junk that turns out to be Herb Mackey's Metal Sculpture Yard. At the ferry we turned back, because we'd missed the last one to Boston by ten or fifteen minutes, and I think I dozed most of the way back on the train. The Orange Line was not even terrible for getting home. I suspect we have spent all of our transit luck for the summer and I will end up hitch-hiking to Readercon on Thursday or something equally ridiculous. It was worth it. See evidence below: I had the sea.

Comments

[asakiyume]

What a wonderful evening. I'm glad you made it to the sea.

[sovay]

What a wonderful evening. I'm glad you made it to the sea.

Thank you. As I was walking from the doctor's to the Boston Public Market, spatch texted me to say that he had had "an idea about the Sea" and it was marvelous.

[asakiyume]

It's good to (a) have an inspiration like that (nice job, spatch!) and (b) to act on it.

When you said you had a wonderful view of the Lynn parking garage, at first I giggled because "wonderful" so rarely gets linked with "parking garage," but then the way you described it, it really did sound wonderful.

(Not the sea. But beautiful.)

[sovay]

It's good to (a) have an inspiration like that (nice job, spatch!) and (b) to act on it.

I'm so glad we did.

When you said you had a wonderful view of the Lynn parking garage, at first I giggled because "wonderful" so rarely gets linked with "parking garage," but then the way you described it, it really did sound wonderful.

Look at this parking garage!



I would accept it entirely in Paris in the '60's, confusing Monsieur Hulot.

Its older brick neighbor certainly has opinions.

[asakiyume]

It looks just as you described! And very pretty. And I like the old brick building too--what a great juxtaposition.

I'm in love with rock and roll

[kore]

//brain overrides everything else abt this post to shriek 'MODERN LOVERS T-SHIRT!'

Re: I'm in love with rock and roll

[sovay]

//brain overrides everything else abt this post to shriek 'MODERN LOVERS T-SHIRT!'

Yep!

[shewhomust]

Hurray for impulse visits to the sea!

...industry of scrap metal and wind turbines on the shores of the Mystic River...

Do you ever get used to that just being the name of the river? It still transforms every sentence it touches, for me.

[negothick]

Actually, in the Pequot language (part of the Algonkian family), it's the name of every river (or at least the "Tuk" part). It's related to the name Connecticut (Beside the long tidal river). here's Wikipedia-- "Mystic" is derived from the Pequot term "missi-tuk", describing a large river whose waters are driven into waves by tides or wind."

I suspect that the spelling came from the resemblance of this indigenous word to an existing English word.

A sign --gone now, alas-- read "This way to Old Mystic." I always wondered: "Which one? Obi Wan? Yoda?"

[shewhomust]

I didn't know the etymology. And I'm sure you're right, that someone simply wrote down what they were hearing as a word they recognised. I still like it.

[negothick]

Of course. And then there was Roger Williams, convinced that Algonkian was just like Hebrew, proving them to be the Ten Lost Tribes. . .

[sovay]

Hurray for impulse visits to the sea!

Amen!

Do you ever get used to that just being the name of the river? It still transforms every sentence it touches, for me.

I grew up with it, so it sounds ordinary to me, but I like it.

[umadoshi]

Ohhh, that sounds lovely. Hooray!

[sovay]

Ohhh, that sounds lovely. Hooray!

Thank you!

[lauradi7dw]

An Open and Affirming UCC church is likely to have LGBT-welcoming signage all year 'round.
http://www.ucc.org/lgbt_ona

[sovay]

An Open and Affirming UCC church is likely to have LGBT-welcoming signage all year 'round.

Good. The doors looked new, but I hope they stay.

[thisbluespirit]

Aw, I'm very glad you got to go down to the sea! (I hope everything else gets at least a little better soon, though. :-/)

[sovay]

Aw, I'm very glad you got to go down to the sea! (I hope everything else gets at least a little better soon, though. :-/)

Thank you on both counts! I think the sea at least helped.

[drwex]

That sounds completely wonderful. Thank you for sharing it through your eyes.

[sovay]

That sounds completely wonderful. Thank you for sharing it through your eyes.

Thank you! It really was wonderful. I am tired today, but happier for having done it.

[pameladean]

Oh, you look so pleased and at home.

I was very happy to revisit the poem you linked to.

P.

[sovay]

Oh, you look so pleased and at home.

Thank you! I was happy.

I was very happy to revisit the poem you linked to.

I'm very glad.

[jesse_the_k]

As always, your Hub travelogues evoke the very best memories.

Herb Mackey brings to mind our local you-say-junk I-say-art wrangle, Dr Evermor.

[sovay]

As always, your Hub travelogues evoke the very best memories.

Thank you.

Herb Mackey brings to mind our local you-say-junk I-say-art wrangle, Dr Evermor.

That is a wonderful scrap metal sculpture and reminds me of Phyllis Gotlieb's "ms & mr frankenstein."