Susan Senator

I just got back from a long bike ride around the Charles and Boston, with my friend Lisa. I have never ridden along the Charles, because the one time I tried, crossing Comm Ave and the T tracks was way too scary. But Lisa lives in Boston, so I drove there with my bike and we rode from her house. It was fairly easy; even riding along Storrow Drive was okay. Probably everything worked out so well because it’s Sunday and we left early.

We rode along the Charles and the Esplanade, a beautiful park with small ponds cutting through it and footbridges. All of it sparkled with perfect sunshine. Then crossed the footbridge into Beacon Hill and onto Arlington and Newbury Sts. until we found an outdoor cafe in the sun. There we had brunch; we shared a plate of cinnamon challah french toast, in honor of the Jewish new year (and because I am no longer doing low carb; just low-ish carb, no fat, and tons of exercise.) We caught up on all of our stuff from July and August, and talked about my upcoming birthday costume party, and what we were wearing, (you only get one guess of what I’m going as) and the Boston Bellydance scene, of which we are both a part (or at least belly groupies).

I got back around 11:30 to a harried Ned, who was annoyed because Nat was jumpy today (probably because I took the car on a bike ride and that made no sense to him) and tried to scratch him. I felt like I shouldn’t have been gone so long, because Ned was so grouchy Now Nat seems fine, if a little hyper.

I have a headache all the way to the back of my throat so it’s nap time. When I wake up I’ll plant bulbs or bake. Sticking close to home from now on. Except Tuesday, when our dear, hilarious college friend is coming to town and we are taking him out to dinner, without the boys. Too bad there’s no bellydancing on Tuesdays.