Smattering

It's hot and bright and breezy outside. Yesterday evening Keri and I were reading on the back porch, and I remarked, "I think I can safely say that weather doesn't get any better than this."

"This is the ideal weather," she agreed.

"This is what heaven will be like," I said.

The air isn't still most of the time. It doesn't feel dead when you walk through it. My step is a bit livelier, my countenance fresher. I think people look the most attractive in this weather, especially around dusk, when the lighting's good and the wind musses their hair.

On Monday night, Hope and I walked down to the river at Watertown Square and encountered several fishermen biding their time at the dock. One middle-aged professional Asian man called to us from the other side. "Do you wanna see some big fish?"

"Sure!" we called back.

"Tug gently on that rope down there." He pointed to a line of rope leading into the water. It was tied to a spoke. For some reason I was timid about pulling it, for fear of some predator leaping out to eat me alive, but instead a large cod appeared, struggling for dear life. "Oooo," we chorused. The chatty man came over and tugged harder, revealing another fish, which also appeared vulnerable and clueless about its immediate future.

"These guys here, they'll eat this fish, "said the man, "but I won't."

"What will you eat?" I asked.

"Nothing from the Charles River!" he smiled. We conversed more and parted ways.

Other activities from last week: dressed up and ate at fancy Grill 23 in downtown Boston with Ryan's gift certificate; attended our very first Sox game at Fenway and gorged on cotton candy (I couldn't find the "monster dogs"! So disappointing) and felt surrounded by history and love and sunshine; put a deposit down for an apartment in Dorchester (for Heidi and me, starting in September); sold CD's at a Dave Brubeck show, watched most of the show, set up Dave's food, cleaned up his food, and met him briefly in the process; went shopping for beach gear and ate at a yummy Thai restaurant in Chinatown with Tami's friend Mark. I do, after all, prefer just about every Asian cuisine to Chinese.

Cardinals: no comment. As I promised, I won't pay attention until after the All Star Break. Ask my roommates how successful that's been. Or don't.

Finally, last night we shuffled around and now I'm in Hope's old room. All of us girls live on one side of the house now. It's like a perpetual sleepover! Just give me all 3 seasons of Arrested Development, and I'll be set.