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This guy gets to stand outside for a few hours and sell, of all horrid things, the Boston Herald. But at least he’s bundled up for it, and seemed to be in a cheery mood when I spoke to him.

Here is something I find myself doing too often sometimes…

and hey, look, it’s the first picture with me in it!

I had to escape the house for a showing this afternoon, so I went and hung out and the moms’. This is a picture of their dog, Micki, who is a miniature pinscher. Picture a Doberman,  but about only about 10lbs. That’s Micki. Like many small dogs, especially those with short hair, she gets cold easily, so the moms have an assortment of sweaters, sweatshirts and pajamas for her.

Last weekend the museum held its annual Japanese New Year celebration. The Japanese program educator always hangs all kinds of decorations, including these oversized Origami cranes, which hang down from the second floor, overlooking the Information Desk and lobby.

apparently, there are 21 children of Hangzhou in this box….

…the Fort Point Channel has ice. The channel runs in from Boston Harbor so it’s saltwater. It takes a good bit of cold for it to freeze over.

The first pictures I snapped today were of gulls sitting on the ice, but then I spotted two Common Mergansers, and decided to try to get one of them in the shot instead.

Does this ever  happen to you?
You’re heading down the hall to the bathroom and as you’re walking by the lunchroom, suddenly a water buffalo catches your eye:
yeah. I didn’t think so.

Like I suspect happened in many places, they set up a place for everyone at work to watch the Inauguration. The museum showed it on a giant screen in our large conference room and our Board Chair even provided lunch.

I don’t really know what to say about the ceremony. My friend Bridget commented that she exhaled a big sigh, and she thinks it may be from a breath she took 8 years ago.  I just hope the country has patience….there’s so much pinned on our new President and so much pressure, it’s more than any one person can live up to.

the women in my class were really curious why the heck I was taking pictures during our workout this evening. I told them about the project, and that my favorite picture of the bunch was this one of everyone’s feet. They were both amused and somewhat relieved.

This sign has become the bane of my existence. My nemesis. Adversary. Foe. Whatever word you choose, this sign and I clearly have it in for one another. It’s been on my lawn since July. Sitting there. Mocking me. Oh, how I loathe it.