We have visits from Bill, Sang Ok, and Dany, at the same time Maddy was visiting. |
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Below, the pets. Dobie decides my backpack is his new kitty bed. The pups dig out the AC unit to get at a chipmunk faster than I can jam rocks under it to keep it from collapsing on them. Bear keeps trundling along despite being 16 years old (like 100 for a human). |
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We did the Bob Willis memorial reunion at RPI. Brad and Kathleen flew up, and we happened to have spare ticketts to events Friday night and Sunday night. Friday's was at the MFA, tickets to a French Science Fiction film as part of a series of French films they show because, if it's French, it must have culture leaking out of every frame. We spend a little time wandering around the MFA first, and humorously enough, Kathleen's dress was almost indistinguishable from a Jackson Pollock mural they had on display. We had dinner in the newly renovated MFA restaurant, the 465 bar, which didn't seem that different from the old Bravo restaurant, but continued to be spacious, quiet, and reasonable priced. |
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The film was ... a bit of a disppointment. It started off with a MFA staff
member in front talking about a different French film they had just
added to the lineup that was actually worth seeing, which gave me a bad
feeling. Unlike our prior foray into the world of French cinema, this
movie was in English, but the cast spoke with such heavy accents it was
impossible to make out most of the dialog, which turned out to be the
only saving grace of the movie. |
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Saturday, July 20th, Eric, Brad, Kathleen and I drove up to RPI where we did the standard activities; meet at Brown's to hoist one for the King, go to the Student Union and play games for a few hours, do dinner at Plum Blossom (one of the few restaurants I remember from my RPI days), stay overnight and drive back Sunday morning. |
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We had tickets to a cocktail class at Number 9 park; we'd invited Brie and Aidan (as a Christmas present), but somehow ended up with six tickets. So Brad and Kathleen joined us. |
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Brie and Aidan flew out the first week in August to spend a week in Norway. They came back with gorgeous pictures and a ring on Brie's finger. |
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And below, one of the several dozen Cicada wasps that settled in the front of our yard. These things are the size of a thumb, but fortunately are not agressive (other than to Cicadas, who they paralyze and stuff full of eggs that will hatch and eat the still-living Cicada from the inside out). |
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We did something crazy and took all the pets up to Rick and Elizabeth’s Maine cabin for the weekend… well, for Saturday, five hours up and five hours back with a truck full of dogs and Dobie. It worked out well, actually, and the pups loved running free around the campsite. They seemed to realize they could roam at will, which not only made them happy, it made them willing to come when called even when they were off the least. Bear was more subdued but seemed to enjoy the trip. Dobie was miffed that he was stuck in the cabin the entire time, but adjusted quickly enough. The cabin was rustic and high tech at the same time, with networking gear and televisions and robots scattered around an otherwise cottagee kind of cottage. There were board games and sitting on the deck and boating around (with the pups and Jayjay). There was one caterpillar that looked like it came from outer space. |
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That Wednesday, we were back at the MFA for a concert in the central courtyard; we've gotten in the habit of getting tickets on the restaurant patio that overlooks the courtyard. This was kind of funny... one of the bulbs that were strung overhead was flickering, and we were trying to decide if that was on purpose... that it was "art." That sounds ridiculous, but one time we were in the restaurant and one of the large chandeliers hanging in the corridor outside the restaurant was flicking, and we'd had the exact same argument, and it turned out it was, indeed, intentional. We didn't get an answer this time, so it remains a mystery. |
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Friday we had dinner with Brie and Aidan at Brie's soon to be ex-apartment in East Boston, seeing a glorious sunset from her balcony and finding a hole-in-the-wall Veitnamese "Pho" restaurant that we will be visiting again. Brie and Aidan are moving into a new apartment in Medford now that they are both employed in Boston. Saturday, we drove down to Stamford, CT, to visit with Will, having dinner with some of his work buddies on the rooftop patio at his apartment complex. We stayed overnight at the Marriot, but the trip was still a net win money wise as Nick and Will both gave us bottles of Lagavulin 16 year old scotch (my favorite). Another amusing story... we had breakfast with Will at the Stamford Diner, a very retro 50's style place, and Alison wanted to try one of those claw machines that takes dollar bills and never actually grabs anything. I told her she was wasting a dollar... but she managed to snag a small rubber duck. | ||||
View from Brie's Balcony |
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