Author: lis

My car doesn’t often leave Massachusetts, but when it does, it will be spreading this message.

That’s what kind of dinosaur this is. Or rather, was.  You can read more about it here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coelophysis

 

April was a homeless woman who hung out by Charles Street station. I’d see her when I had appointments at MGH and we’d chat. Sometimes I’d buy her stuff she needed at the nearby CVS, but I think sometimes she’d return them for the cash.  Apparently she died of an overdose over the weekend, which made me both sad and angry.

In the lunch room today….don’t know why or where it came from.

So here is the story:

When I was growing up, we would go to my grandparents’ house for most holidays (Thanksgiving, Passover, Rosh Hashana…) My Nana would make a beautiful fruit plate to have with dessert, and she would put it on the porch to stay cool.  After dinner, when my grandfather had finished the dishes, we would all come back to the table for dessert and coffee.  About halfway through it, Nana would leap up and yell “Oh SHIT!  The fruit plate!!” and she’d run out to the porch and get it. She’d do this nearly every time.

They are gone now, but the tradition lives on.

I did the Thanksgiving shopping today.  On the list was “4 giant carrots.”  So here they are.  Yes, the scale reads over 3 pounds.

On the plus side, it’s not broken or dislocated, and at least it’s not my right hand.  On the other hand (ha!), it hurts like a bastard and I have no idea what I did to it in the first place, so I can’t avoid doing it again!  (also, typing is hard.)

This is Blaze.  He spent nearly in hour with one of the floor staff today, with his head peeking out of the apron pocket.

Spotted this tree and all its leaves as I walked to the train this morning.

There are centerpieces from Saturday’s fundraiser all over the building.