It has snowed twice in Boston since I arrived back from California on Wednesday night. My heart, it breaks. To ease my transition from the warmth, I have spent the last few days scrolling through the pictures I took on a walk around my sister’s neighborhood. More spam!!
While I’m feeling nostalgic, we also went to the 25th annual Bridge School Benefit concert. This is better than Christmas for my brother-in-law. Frankly, I can see why! Nothing about that concert was not incredible.
We heard Norah Jones, Beck, Santana, Eddie Vedder, Mumford & Sons, and Dave Matthews, with appearances from time to time by Neil Young himself. Arcade Fire were slated to perform after we left but frankly, I think I’d probably have passed out within another twenty minutes if we’d stayed. [Stupid East Coast internal clock!!]
The whole amphitheater-on-a-hill experience reminded me heavily of the Emerson, Lake & Palmer concert my parents took me to when I was in middle school and madly in love with their music. [I still am!! In love with their music, I mean, not in middle school. Ew.]
But. As I stated earlier, I had to return to New England.
This was our yard on Friday morning. S-sob!
And this is the view from my window right now.
More sobbing. Sadfaces. Sadfaces up the wazoo.
On the up side of cold weather (which might actually be an oxymoron), I used the nervous energy of my social anxiety while at the Bridge School concert to knitknitknit and I finished my scarf the day before I left California. I blocked it while I recovered from jetlag and I have worn it proudly while sitting on my bed and waiting for the space heater to take effect after work on Friday.