Had my tutoring session this morning at the shady side of the library, where I’ve never explored before. It was a lovely place to sit, and I enjoyed seeing Pooh, Piglet and Eeyore. They were created by Nancy Schon, who also made the “Make Way for Ducklings” sculptures in the Boston Public Garden. Thanks, Nancy!
I’m not sure what kind of flowers this will be, though an image search suggests they are peonies. Whatever they are, I suspect they are going to be just gorgeous.
The next door neighbors’ tree is snowing petals all over the sidewalk.
OK, it’s not a good picture, but it’s almost impossible to get good pictures of anything from the audience at any kind of performance. The point is, Doug and I went to see improv geniuses Brad Sherwood and Colin Mochrie from “Whose Line is it Anyway?” And it was freakin’ hilarious.
I often make fun of the people of Newton for getting all riled up about really stupid things (a few years ago, Tshirts that said “I went to so-and-so’s bar mitzvah” were banned because other kids would feel bad.) But…the West Newton Cinema property is an icon, and it’s been sold. It’s been around since 1938, and operated independently since 1978. Which is saying something, given the abundance of huge multiplexes. However, the new owner stated that if a non-profit formed and raised enough money, he will sell it back.
I don’t even know what to say about this.
Doug and I have been very theatrical this month. Saw three productions, all excellent.
I hate shopping for shoes. I have small feet with a very narrow heel, and I tend to just step right out of shoes unless they’re tied securely. I brought along my assortment of orthotics, because sometimes that improves things, but not today
I love the violets that appear in spring. Not only do they grow in the yard, but also in the cracks in the driveway, and between the bricks of the patio.
(It appears that I post photos of the violets every few years. Oh well…I do really like them.)
Today we visited The Garden at Elm Bank in Wellesley for their “Tulip Mania” event. There were just rows and rows of beautiful flowers, and we even got to cut 5 of our own from one of the beds.
