My agenda was Mass, music, friends, voice lesson, and errands - all of which were accomplished handily prior to my return on Tuesday night. Oh, and let's throw in a delicious supper of Yueng Yang Spicy Beef with Green Beans from Peking Palace - to go, eaten on the ferry and augmented by a cold Harpoon - for good measure.
An Icy Vineyard Haven Harbor
On a school vacation week Saturday it seems the only place to be is aboard the noon ferry. What a party. It would have been worth it, maybe, to have made a few trips back and forth just for the entertainment and catching up with old friends.
Saturday at The Littlest; the Bowlings, three: Meghan, Patrick, and Tomas.
Pat, Tom, and Tom.
Pat, Tom, Tom, Mike, Diane, Sean, Dan.
Mike, Diane, Sean, Dan, Augusto.
Mike and Diane
There's lots of snow in Boston right now. For the most part, it was no bother. And the only time it was potentially a problem - a narrow little street in JP with three cars trying to maneuver - all three of us bent over backwards to cooperate. That's another thing I love about snow - the way it brings out the best in people: emergency mode.
Sunday morning Mass at St. Agatha's with the Henry family; Noel's 20th anniversary Mass. Beautiful Mass, beautiful family.
Breakfast at Hennessey's.
Hennessey's Sunday seisiun.
Bugsy and Sean
Bugsy and Sean
My new boyfriend, Cormac.
Noon mass, Monday, St. Mary's, Brookline. A haven and heaven.
Greenbriar, Brighton: Jim, Maureen, Sean, Dan (hmmm...where have I seen these people before?).
Elise and Adam, the new kids on the block, and savage fiddlers as it turned out.
Jim and Maureen
Bugsy and Elias
Mom, Elias, Dad.
Moira, Elise, and Adam.
Elise, Adam, Levi.
Jim, Maureen, Sean, Dan.
Levi, Sara (by Mike).
Tuesday Noon Mass at St. Paul's, Harvard Square. When I was here in December the choir boys were on vacation but today they were back on duty. St.Paul's Choir School is world renowned. I had never heard a boys' choir live and in person before and it was an amazing experience to hear them sing the Mass. The boys were a tad late in arriving on this day so I had the pleasure of having them pass - in formation - directly in front of my pew, choir robes rustling and little feet padding by quietly. Lovely.