A long day including two long drives in the rain
It was a good day, but a long day. Actually, it felt like two, maybe three days. The early day when I actually had to find makeup that hadn’t dried up and become useless, trying to find something to wear that fits because I’ve now lost enough weight that things are just falling off — literally falling off and landing on the floor. I thought I skirt might work, but unless it’s a petite, my normal mid-calf length skirts are trailing me on the floor — and it’s raining. Again. All my pants are also too long. Everything is either falling off or trailing in the mud.
It felt like several days as the day arrived in waves. After we got organized, there was the first long drive. Almost two hours through heavy stop-and-go traffic while passing through some of the most amazing autumn trees I’ve ever seen. Between my last outing on Saturday and today, the trees turned glorious. Except, of course — it’s raining. Not only is it raining, but we have a nor’easter coming in tomorrow, so we are getting our own little local hurricane for the next two days followed by driving rain through next Sunday. Really? Seriously? Again?
Anyway, there we were in Charlestown, one of Boston’s oldest areas. It has the harbor in which the U.S.S. Constitution is moored and it’s hard to find anything because all the streets are one way. Twisty and narrow, too. Also, there’s some belief in Massachusetts that putting up street signs is a waste of precious funds. After all, if you don’t know where you are, why are you here? The GPS in the phone doesn’t understand the lack of road signs, so it says “Make a left onto Main Street,” but there’s no sign saying it’s Main Street, so the next thing it tells you is to go around the block to get back to where you were supposed to go. Our old GPS which was a real GPS had the decency to yell “TURN HERE” when you reached your junction.
As you might guess, my role in these drives is navigation.
Garry has no sense of direction. I have no sense of direction. If you put a paper bag over my head and turn me around twice and remove the bag, I won’t know where I am. Nonetheless, I’m the navigator. Which is pretty funny. My main advantage is that I can read a map (although no one makes really good road maps anymore). But this way, I can see the map on the phone and yell at Garry, “TURN HERE.” Like the old GPS used to do.
We got there a little late. I let Garry get out and went to find parking, which was easy. The hard part was finding a space that wasn’t taken, but there was one and I pulled into it. Then there was getting into the place they were shooting. It’s PBS show and Garry is one of the very few remaining reporters who was fully involved in the court-mandated busing in the 1970s. There are some photographers — all retired — but almost no other reporters.
It was a very long interview. Hours. And he was trying to remember specifics of things that happened fifty years ago. I can’t remember details of events which happened more than 30 years ago much less fifty. Oh, there are things that stand out, but a lot of things are just gone. If reminded, I can dredge up a piece of memory and sometimes even a whole event if someone can get me started. Overall, though? If it wasn’t really important, I probably don’t remember it. Nonetheless, Garry’s job was to remember, smile, sound intelligent, not ramble. We get old. We ramble. It’s part of being old.
After the interview, it was already five and we still had an hour and a half drive home if traffic was good which it was unlikely to be since it was the middle of rush hour and it was Boston. Ugh.
The drive home was slow. I got a good look at the rain-soaked trees, read the message from National Grid warning of upcoming electrical outages, took a look at the weather. Got depressed because things were just beginning to dry out and now we are going to be sodden all over again. I was glad to turn off the telephone’s GPS because getting home was easy. No weird side streets to locate and we could park in our own driveway. Of course, I still had to make dinner, but first? Take off the nice clothing and go straight to nightgown and robe. Slippers. Warm socks. Oh, and the Duke, who was insanely glad to see us.
Duke ate. I made chicken and pasta and it’s lucky I can cook without thinking because by then, I was done thinking. I was hungry, but too tired to eat. I’m still too tired to eat, but there’s some apple crisp Owen and I made yesterday and I think I’m not too tired for that. Apple crisp slides down nice and easy.