After I finished writing the last entry and I walked up to the roof. Looking at the skyline I realize that the leaf peepers, the parking and all of the other little things, are just that, little things. I get to live in downtown Boston. For me, there is nothing better than that. I walk up stairs and I look out at the skyline or the harbor. What else can I ask for?
There are still way too many leaf peeper tour buses in downtown. Anywhere I go I still bump into these bus tours that are on the way up to New Hampshire or Vermont. If they are going to stop here shouldn’t someone tell them people live here and they should use the sidewalk. I really like that they want to come to see the history. Why can’t they stay out of the path of my car that I drive 30 miles a week. They will be gone in a couple of weeks and I will have to find something else to complain about. On second thought I don’t think there is something worth complaining about until we have a couple of big snow storms.
My seven year old son wanted me to post something for him on Daddy’s blog. He told me that he wanted a post about Hotwheels. He says his favorite Hotwheels is the new Cadillac Escalade that is red with flames on the side. He loves Hotwheels.
Fall has arrived in downtown Boston. Yesterday I saw my first lost tour bus trying to make a turn from Salem to Charter Street in the North End. The tour buses are double parked everywhere. The tourist wander down the middle of the street oblivious to traffic. Over in Chinatown the rancid aroma of Summer is gone. The trees on the Common will start dropping their leaves soon and workers will start getting the Frogpond ready for skating. I guess I will be making plans to go out to the country for apple picking soon.
Living in downtown Boston has one major drawback, parking. I went shopping south of the city this morning and got back at about 1:45. Between the people moving in, the ongoing sewer construction and Tuesday street cleaning, I drove around for an hour before I found a space. I guess it could be worse. I came home one Saturday night a couple of summers ago and drove around for a little more than two hours. I drove about twenty-six miles and had to go over the bridge to Charlestown to get gas before I ran out. It could be even worse still, I could be living in the suburbs and complaining that I have to drive four miles to buy a quart of milk. To each his own, now that my car is safely parked until next week, life is good
Woke up this morning and it was still raining. It was one of those cold wet fall mornings that remind you that summer is over. I went down to the park to check the field. Too wet, had to cancel soccer. The skyline looked great. In that grey light is how the city looks it’s best.
Rain rain go away. That is what the kids tell me. It is horrible out!
I am pretty there will be no soccer for the 5 and 7 year old tomorrow. I hope we can go to Eastie to see Touch A Truck.
My little one (5 Years old) starts french in two weeks. I hardly speak American. It is amazing what is available today compared to what I could find six or seven years ago for my now seventeen year old.