Should I be pissed that one of my teenage neighbors and his friends think they're rap stars or DJ's or something and like to let everyone in the apartment complex know by hanging out on a porch playing music so loud that I heard it over my vacuum cleaner? Or should I just be happy that he's not out dealing drugs, underage drinking, or something like that?
I fear that I'm beginning to sound like a crotchety old person at age 28, but when I come home from a long day at work I don't wish to hear someone rehearse for their American Idol audition. (Especially when I'm probably being way kinder about their lack of talents than Simon Cowell would be.)
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Nature's dandruff?
Arborway rotary
Snow piled up on Arborway over Washington St.
Arnold Arboretum
Plant icicles outside of office building
Monday, December 17, 2007
BIDMC & me
It's weird being on the other side of the gurney.
Roommate2.0 injured his hand on Sunday night, so off we went to the ER at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, because to go to any other ER would be like cheating on BIDMC. And like a fickle mistress, this visit for some banged up fingers took around 3 hours.
When they let me bring Roomie his book, I found him was stuck in a hallway, much like my first visit. Must be something special they do for sprains. (Unless it's a lonely weekday morning.) Roommate2.0 told me that he even spotted one of the nurses from my last visit, and was so bored that he thought about saying hello to her. It was a boring night. We waited for the docs to stop by, read the paper, watched the paramedics and EMT's come and go (had to wonder if one of them was the urban paramedic), and waited some more.
Anyway, we managed to escape the curse of having an ER neighbor with some sort of bodily function issue, when in rolled K_____. He appeared fast asleep (or unconscious) when they settled him in one of the curtain areas nearby. The he woke up. And minor hell broke loose.
(K___'s behavior was rewarded with a new friend to sit (guard?) at the foot of the bed - an imposing man wearing scrubs who looked like he used to be a professional boxer/defensive end/hockey player. )
Oh, and we found a runner up to Hairball Guy - We've dubbed her Exorcist Lady. Only she managed to sound scarier than Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Her "chanting" made every staffer near the central desk area perk their heads up. Then a few of them started saying something about a Psych consult not being there yet.
Roommate2.0 injured his hand on Sunday night, so off we went to the ER at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, because to go to any other ER would be like cheating on BIDMC. And like a fickle mistress, this visit for some banged up fingers took around 3 hours.
When they let me bring Roomie his book, I found him was stuck in a hallway, much like my first visit. Must be something special they do for sprains. (Unless it's a lonely weekday morning.) Roommate2.0 told me that he even spotted one of the nurses from my last visit, and was so bored that he thought about saying hello to her. It was a boring night. We waited for the docs to stop by, read the paper, watched the paramedics and EMT's come and go (had to wonder if one of them was the urban paramedic), and waited some more.
Anyway, we managed to escape the curse of having an ER neighbor with some sort of bodily function issue, when in rolled K_____. He appeared fast asleep (or unconscious) when they settled him in one of the curtain areas nearby. The he woke up. And minor hell broke loose.
Nurse: "Get back on the bed! What are you doing?"
K___: unintelligible grumbling answer
Nurse: "You just peed on the floor!"
K___: "That's OK"
Nurse: "No it's not! Would you pee on the floor at home?!"
K___: unintelligible grumbling answer
Nurse: "Most men use a urinal or a toilet, NOT the floor"
{a few minutes later}
Nurse: "This is a urinal. it's to pee in. NOT on the floor! If you can't handle that, we'll just have to insert a catheter."
K___: unintelligible grumbling answer
Nurse: "You just peed on the floor!"
K___: "That's OK"
Nurse: "No it's not! Would you pee on the floor at home?!"
K___: unintelligible grumbling answer
Nurse: "Most men use a urinal or a toilet, NOT the floor"
{a few minutes later}
Nurse: "This is a urinal. it's to pee in. NOT on the floor! If you can't handle that, we'll just have to insert a catheter."
(K___'s behavior was rewarded with a new friend to sit (guard?) at the foot of the bed - an imposing man wearing scrubs who looked like he used to be a professional boxer/defensive end/hockey player. )
Oh, and we found a runner up to Hairball Guy - We've dubbed her Exorcist Lady. Only she managed to sound scarier than Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Her "chanting" made every staffer near the central desk area perk their heads up. Then a few of them started saying something about a Psych consult not being there yet.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Jingle Bells & Alarm Bells
A fire alarm went off while I was at the Chestnut Hill Mall today. No one was sure why, but the mall employees ushered us outside until the firemen gave said that it was safe to shop again.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
"Don't plow me!"
Those were the words uttered by Carpool Buddy after a near miss with the snowplow on Centre St. (near Faulkner Hospital) as he took his turn cleaning the ice off my windshield wipers. It took us 3 1/2 hours to make what is normally a 45 minute drive from work to JP.
Someone abandoned a perfectly nice car on South St. (near James's Gate), which really helped traffic. Note the police officer who was left to deal with the aftermath.
Things were such a mess at the intersection of Washington St. and Green St. (right outside the police station) that a random pedestrian and 3 firefighters took it upon themselves to direct traffic. I think that cars should not be allowed to make left turns at some intersections during bad weather.
Someone abandoned a perfectly nice car on South St. (near James's Gate), which really helped traffic. Note the police officer who was left to deal with the aftermath.
Things were such a mess at the intersection of Washington St. and Green St. (right outside the police station) that a random pedestrian and 3 firefighters took it upon themselves to direct traffic. I think that cars should not be allowed to make left turns at some intersections during bad weather.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Boston Eats: Rocca
Eat dessert first here, specifically the apple crostada. it bears much resemblance to the apple pie that my (non-Italian) grandma used to make. Everything else was very fresh, but not outstanding. White bean dip that comes with the antipasti was also memorable. So were the potatoes that came with the hangar steak. Steak itself was nothing special.
I felt our server was OK. However, I did hear the server of the table next to us tell them about the nightly specials, which our server server informed us of. Hew also sever brought us bread until we asked for it.
One thing puzzled me - the (sort of) valet parking. Nice idea, but when it's 10 degrees out and you still have to walk across a large parking lot to your car, what's the point of having someone park it for you?
OK. I know that it is weird that this bothers me enough to write about it, but Rocca's interior was very nice. I sat facing the upstairs bar and next to it was this overflowing garbage can. (See terrible cell phone photo below.) Ick. Very unappetizing.
I felt our server was OK. However, I did hear the server of the table next to us tell them about the nightly specials, which our server server informed us of. Hew also sever brought us bread until we asked for it.
One thing puzzled me - the (sort of) valet parking. Nice idea, but when it's 10 degrees out and you still have to walk across a large parking lot to your car, what's the point of having someone park it for you?
OK. I know that it is weird that this bothers me enough to write about it, but Rocca's interior was very nice. I sat facing the upstairs bar and next to it was this overflowing garbage can. (See terrible cell phone photo below.) Ick. Very unappetizing.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Something's fishy at Patriot Place
The Bass Pro Shop at the new man mall in Foxboro is quite an experience. I suggest a visit to this outdoorsy retail palace. They even have camo recliners - and who can resist those?
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