Every other weekend, I try to take about a four-hour afternoon walk for fresh air, even though it's a bit cold! In the rare sun today, I took a few pictures of my 'hood:
Christmas decorations are still hangin' in there:
I like this combination of garlands:
Somerville Library:
The site that someday will be a new Green Line T stop, just a few houses away from me:
I was really thrilled earlier this year when we got our very own "Geezers Crossing" sign, and the one with the little heart is cute, too:

Cambridge Library all lit up at night:

Inman Square's famous poultry shop, they don't mince words:

More fun with the liquor store marquee:Just came back from a weekend visit to Colorado, packing a half-gallon of green chile in my suitcase, and two Costco-sized bottles of Cholula. It was both great and terrible to see Chris and Derby. I wish they were here.

I would love to blog more but I am so......... flippin'............... tired. Work has picked up, as they promised it would, and now I just save every second of free time after work to get to sleep early.

Zzzzzz.

Lord.

I spotted this statue in the driveway at work the other day.

It's a perfect symbol of how everyone's feeling about the snow this Winter in Boston, an "I surrender" kind of feeling.

A lot of my colleagues are working from home and the office has been closed three or four times since we're a school, too. I generally just take public transportation.

The conditions generally haven't been that bad, except last Monday when it was 1 degree on my commute to work. I was really bundled up, but it was like Minnesota for a few minutes there.

What's been unusual is how constant the snow has been -- it's snowing a few inches to a foot about every other day -- so it's more than Massachusetts is used to, and the piles when they haul it into parking lots are getting to be 2 to 3 stories high (really).

The local weather guys are giddy at the attention, and love any excuse to use special Wintery vocabulary like freezing drizzle and thundersnow.

My take on the silver lining -- I can't help but notice that the more perilous the weather, the more strangers and neighbors talk to one another. It's perfectly "Boston" that the worse the conditions of the day, the more likely people are to open up and talk to each other. They don't share smiles and hellos, but they'll share a complaint or an eye roll.