Boston Is On Fire

Seriously folks, could I have picked a better time to be in Boston? Aside from the obvious sports-related excitement, I've also positioned myself dangerously close to New Hampshire, which means frequent visits from exciting (or lackluster) politicians and the chance to go see what those nuts actually do when they're deciding the fate of our presidential candidates.

Which, if I had an hour or two to spare, would be a really exciting thing to do!

I've decided that it's all right to be excited about things that I could do, even if I don't do them. The possibility exists, and that is enough.

Others things I have the opportunity, if not the means or time, to do:

• Sample fine Italian cuisine in the North End.
• Take a carriage ride in the public gardens.
• Watch the Celtics play.
• Decide which Irish pub I like best and become a regular there.
• Tour the galleries on Newbury Street, even though I can't afford the art.
• Paint my studio a different color.
• Learn Russian from my neighbors and taste their delicious-smelling homemade bread.
• Learn about plumbing out of necessity while repairing my toilet (I am actually doing this) on a daily basis.
• Go swimming in the Charles (apparently safe, as long as you don't kick up the toxic silt on the bottom).

See, life is good.