Ok, this is ridiculous. Who has a blog and then neglects it? Me. I think it all started when I went back to graduate school this spring...my free time disappeared. And by the way, I did try to get a B+ in the course and ended up with an A- because I can't help but "try my best." Thanks a lot, parents. Now I'm neurotic.
So I don't feel like summing up the last few months. It's been more of the same, and do you really want to read about it? I'd rather write about...this summer. Boston is a mostly "cold" place because the winters are about 6 months long. I define it by the jackets I wear and I wear my big warm orange coat for a large part of the year. In May it starts to feel like winter's given up - some people call it "Spring" - in Boston, it's really just a conduit to the real time of year that we love: Summer. Sweet, sweet summer. Mornings when you don't leave with a jacket. Your feet are somewhat "exposed" and you need a pedicure. Evenings when the windows are open and there's a slight breeze, and a glass of white wine tastes delightful. Even sweat feels nice because hey, you're not shivering and covering every inch of your body when you leave the house. You're not running to the car, turning on the heat, and damning Old Man Winter to hell, asking yourself why why why you are so freaking cold.
Enough about the weather and seasons. I get that from my husband.
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