Avid Inkling

I will not be back in Boston until May, at which point I will be living there. I can’t say I will miss Boston much between now and then. The people who drive around there terrify me. I have no plans to drive around that city. The street corner near where Gavin lives usually has at least one or two disgruntled drivers honking for whatever reason.

The other scary place is the local Market Basket. The way the people drive their grocery carts (please note the plural on carts, many people had convoys of two or three) is almost as terrifying as the people outside in their cars. The cool thing about Market Basket is that it was only slightly more international then the Frankfurt Airport. I don’t think I heard English being spoken, except by the checkout girl.

Cool hardly begins to describe Boston, I’d say FREEZING, and I wouldn’t be too far off with that. Walking along outside the wind only helps to accentuate the loss of feeling in one’s ears, nose, and finger tips. It is early March! In Houston, I was out catching rays on the back deck, in Boston, I went out bundled complete with hat and scarf.

I probably should have worn gloves, but my engagement ring snags on the inside of them, and I wanted to wear it when we went and picked out wedding bands. We got our wedding bands this weekend: Gavin’s got a huge size 12 finger, mine is a little size 6. His band will be 4 millimeter. platinum, mine will be 2 millimeter.

I’m back in Houston now, it is nice and warm and the high 70 or thereabouts. It was in the 30s in Boston. I hope that the weather will be nicer in May.