Oh, those Bruins. After such insufferable collapses and game seven follies, it's such a relief. No need to harp on this. Vancouver it is.
That said, I'm back and sorry for the delay. Rather, a shortened hiatus as rain soaked New England took its toll. Perhaps beautiful weather was just the inspiration needed. And this long weekend.
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In unrelated news, it's almost time to kiss the impala holla goodbye. She's been solid all these years and still drives well. At the very least she is tolerable. The reason she'll be gracing Craigslist after summer is because I'm moving and will no longer need her services. Indeed, my commute to work is short -- it's about five minutes depending on when parents are dropping their children off at school. In general, though, I am tired of driving and can take the T to and from work with minimal walking. But I digress. The girlfriend and I picked out a Brighton apartment (edge of Comm. and just up the hill from Cleveland Circle to you Bostonians) today after a relatively short search and put down a deposit to avoid the September 1 rush. We can now comfortably enjoy summer without a search looming, which is something we deemed important from the moment Newton became an afterthought. Newton has been an above par first apartment and an overall joy. Residing close to Boston is nice, but living in Boston is nicer. Moving to my second apartment has taught me one important iota: you know it when you see it. As was the case in Newton, our new apartment fits the bill -- literally and figuratively -- to become our next niche. I suppose the point of this post was to ask if anyone wants to buy a rugged 2000 chevy impala that has a broken fuel gauge, 120K miles and persistent low tire pressure?
Yeah, I wouldn't want it either.
Plans for the long weekend? Maybe seeing an old pal, Musuem of Fine Arts, kayaking the Charles.
Cheers.
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