Sunday dawned in sunny fashion – more spectacular than November has any right to be – and we had an early brunch date with two other dear friends – Anu and her daughter Riley (my spirit animal). It was a last minute addition to our Friendsgiving weekend – and a very happy one at that. Riley was looking at three of the schools that I considered in my college search: Boston University, Boston College and Tufts. A legendary trajectory indeed. We had a lovely brunch at Mooo… in Beacon Hill, taking our time to catch up before sending them on their way to BC.
Kira and I walked back through the Common, but turned out of it before the Public Garden. The sun was strong; we’d been lucky with the weather the whole weekend. I’m not sure our hearts could have withstood any rain or clouds. Sometimes the universe eases up when you need it the most.
Here is some music fit for a Sunday morning stroll, as much as for a Saturday night lounge session, and one of the only artists who can span such a marvelous spread is Shirley Horn, who has provided the soundtrack for this entire Friendsgiving weekend. Here’s looking at you!
We stopped to look in at the recent-revamped Four Seasons Hotel overlooking the Garden. Designed in whimsical fashion by Ken Fulk, it looked like a promising environment for some future holiday fun. We still have our Holiday Stroll reunion to look forward to in a couple of weeks – something we haven’t been unable to pull together since before COVID. How much has happened in those years… and how much we still had to share…
Suddenly it was a mad dash for Kira to make her train in time, and I was back on the Massachusetts Turnpike, already missing my friend. A Boston weekend had ended much too quickly. The memories, and these posts, will have to sustain us.
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