It’s been cold around here… cold for Pennsylvania, that is. It’s no secret that the schools in our area have had modified schedules due to the arctic temperatures. According to weather.com, there have been several days recently when central PA has been shockingly colder than Anchorage, AK. Apparently one could head south… or (ironically) north… in order to escape our down-right frigid temps.
So that’s what we did. Daniel and I decided to head north, to the great city of Boston, sans kids, to celebrate my birthday and to warm up(?).
Ok… I’ll be honest. We didn’t travel to Boston in order to warm up a mere four degrees or to escape the 6+ inches of snow that got dumped on us less than 24 hours before we were to leave. Daniel needed to go for business, and I tagged along, using my birthday celebration as an excuse to leave the kids behind—a total of 72+ hours of not cooking, not cleaning up after little people, uninterrupted reading time, and getting to eat my food while it was still warm (heaven).
We spent two days in Boston (plus two half days of traveling), and the first day Daniel was with business associates, while my brother-in-law, Eldon, a permanent Bostonian, was my tour guide for the day.
Since it was so cold (a brisk 10 degrees… 15 if we were lucky, minus whatever the windchill was), we decided the best way to keep warm would be to… drum roll please!.…
go ice skating on Frog Pond in Boston Common.
Shockingly, we were the only clever ones who thought this was an intelligent way to stay warm, which made it all the more fun as we had the entire pond to ourselves… plus two other skaters who braved the elements for a few minutes.
(This also proved favorable because it had been at least eight years since the last time I was on the ice… wibble wobble. And even though it was quite a challenge to keep my legs responding to my brain signals telling them how to move through their semi-frozen state, I managed not to have any major accidents.)
Once we were almost frozen solid, we decided to go find lunch. While on the quest for food, we stumbled into Restoration Hardware on Newbury Street. (Again, I’ll be honest, it was cold… we were seeking warmth. This store was on our list of places to go, but we bumped it to top priority because we were now walking ice cubes and hunger was no longer our most pressing need.)
Of course we’re on Newbury Street, so if you’ve never been to Restoration Hardware, you can imagine this store isn’t your neighborhood Lowe’s. I don’t think you’ll find one of these beauties at the big hardware chains.
As we wandered around the store, my feet began to thaw a bit; and Eldon and I planned our houses for when we become fantastically! rich (uumm – never). I thought about buying a picture frame as a birthday present since I keep forgetting to buy one for the family portrait we had taken in August, but the $50 price tag on the simple (but elegant) 8×10 frame deterred me from getting out my wallet.
We left the plans for our houses at Restoration Hardware, found lunch at the Parish Cafe – yum! and then headed back to Eldon’s apartment to wait for Daniel to finish out his day so that we could eat another amazing meal at Central Kitchen along with Eldon’s girlfriend and one of our friends who recently moved to Boston.
After ingesting the chocolate molten cake, I was pretty much worthless for the rest of the evening. Stuck in my sugar stupor and still feeling the effects of the morning of bone-chilling skating, my brain was absolute mush.
Bright and early the next morning (10am—because that’s how we roll without kids to wake us up before 7am), we headed to the Museum of Fine Arts,
where we spent a considerable amount of time exploring the Egyptian artifacts. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen artifacts as mind-blowing as these, and I totally forgot about taking any pictures. But if you get the chance to visit the MFA, be sure to check out “The Ancient World” because it’s incredibly amazing.
So is the rotunda…
And the Monets…
And these two lovely paintings which reminded me that somewhere in the world, it is hot and humid, and flowers are blooming—beautiful color!
We closed the day with a lovely game of Ticket to Ride, Haagen Daz ice cream and profiteroles—think cream puffs covered with fluffy, but rich, chocolate mousse—courtesy of Eldon in honor of my birthday.
The next morning, it was time to pack up the crayons I had removed from my purse when we had arrived.
And even though I was the “lucky” one who had the honor of navigating this mess during my driving leg of the trip home
(and the heavens parted almost as soon as Daniel jumped behind the wheel so that he could drive the rest of the way in much better conditions),
my 34th birthday will definitely go in my history book as one to remember. (Thanks Eldon, E, & Daniel)
And thus ends my “rapid-fire” blogging since I’m now back to… (you guessed it)… painting that darn bookcase.