Up In Boston Town
|Looking down on the Granary|
I made a quick 30-hour trip to Boston this weekend for a friend's baby shower.
True (if somewhat anti-feminist?) confession: I love the prep time before parties, gathering with all the other ladies in the kitchen and getting things done: cookies plated, punch stirred, coffee brewed, cakes arranged. Pitching in, pulling together, pooling strengths to provide hospitality.
In the midst of all this happy domesticity on Saturday, I thanked God for it. I do rather enjoy being a girl.
So fun to see old friends and celebrate new babies.
So good to contemplate community and the concept of "home."
So interesting to discuss the theological problem of 'evil' over a late-night sushi dinner.
So comforting to be heard and understood.
|Hitching post for your dog buddy|
So nice to share a bazillion cups of coffee and grilled blueberry muffins and laughs.
To walk familiar streets. To re-tread inside jokes.
|Waiting for brunch at a fave spot|
To MadDawg, Diesel, bANaNAs, Kujo & the rest of my Beantown urban fam:
I miss you's already.