Out and About
notes from last month found in my Hiptop's Drafts folder
On my walk from the library outsourcing job to the T station, I found I was cursing steadily to myself about the rain and (relative) cold. "Wait a second," I said. "I'm not currently soaked or cold or physically tired. I'm acting miserable really because I expect that I soon will be soaked and cold. What kind of dorky logic is that? Once that happens, the misery will take care of itself--there's no point in being cranky on spec." So I stood up a little straighter, and breathed in deeply. The clean, spicy smell of the rain-purified air was delicious--i hadn't noticed it untill then.
Last week I biked in to work, which, if it served no other purpose, impressed the heck out of Charlotte.
Rather than taking a relatively direct route through Somerville and Charlestown, which would have involved unfamiliar streets and tangling with the Big Dig, I took the more conservative route down to Harvard and then East along the Charles.
It took me several attempts to successfully cross to the Boston side of the river. I could stand on the bridges and see the broad, well-landscped bike path running by beneath me, but, like Alice with the little door into the garden, I kept being frustrated in my attempts to actually reach it.
When I finally did, I was very impressed. I hadn't biked by the Hatch Shell before, and it turns out to be flanked by several miles of broad, lovely path, quite a contrast to the narrow crumbling asphalt afterthought that runs along both sides of the river on most of the rest of its course through Boston.