What's right with the world

Thursday night was Dave's company party at House of Blues in Boston.

I learned a few important lessons.

1. I must find somwhere in my house to put patchwork silk wallpaper and patchwork Persian rugs. The Foundation Room they use for private parties is AMAZING. http://www.houseofblues.com/venues/clubvenues/boston/foundationroom.php

2. Kami's Lady Gaga tutorial on our drive to NYC came in very handy.

3. Attending a Holiday Party (no offense intended by the use of the "H" word, don't even get me started.) as the President's wife is very similar to chaperoning my kids high school house parties when we lived in Holliston. Mass of bodies, loud music, can't hear what people are saying. Only difference being, no one was trying to sneak in alcohol, they were just drinking it openly.

4. If you're ever in a jam, what you probably need is a sausage vendor.

As we left House of Blues at 10 pm, things were just heating up there on Lansdowne street. For those of you unfamiliar with Boston, Lansdowne Street is the home to Fenway, where the Red Sox play, as well as a variety of nightclubs. What I didn't know, not being a big club person (shocking, I know), is that Sausage vendors can apparently set up all year long, and not just on game days.

Immediately after noticing the food cart, I noticed what I would consider a little girl, although I'm sure she was one of the thousands of local college students, standing on the other side of the sidewalk. She was notable for a few reasons. 1st, she was wearing a cute little pink and white outfit with high heels and no coat, and 2nd, she was simultaneously mumbling under her breath, texting, and crying. Uh oh. Just as I started to ask her what was wrong, I heard the vendor behind me, in his full Boston accent, say 'ah sweetheart, whatsamattah? Did your friends leave ya behind?" Lest you are a sceptic like me, don't worry about ulterior motives, he was working his cart with what appeared to be his wife and son, and there were lots of people around. None of whom seemed the least bit worried about this cold, sad young woman standing on the side of the road crying. But he noticed, and cared.

I had the distinct impression this was not his first rescue. As I drove away, he had her sitting on a stool behind the cart, under the overhang, and had found something for her to wrap around her shoulders. I feel sure she got safely home that night.

Thank goodness for wonderful people everywhere who still care. The Mom me sleeps a little better at night after seeing that.

'Twas two weeks after Christmas . . .

and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Really, absolute silence.

Weird.

Let me just give you the highlights of our Christmss vacation.

Kami came home!
Tagg came home!
McKay and Annie came home!
Chase called!

That's the good parts version, folks.

Other things of note.

We have a kitchen!

Definitely short on finish work, but We have a kitchen!!!!!

We have a living room!

With furniture!!!

We have a Dining Room Table!!!!


. . . and to all a good night!

p.s. Sorry about the exclamation points, but . . .

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!