Please Come To Boston

Entry 1

"Qui s’excuse, s’accuse."

This is the last day of the family-rearing era. We take Abby to Massachusetts tomorrow. Jane, Leiney, Abby and I board a plane at zero dark thirty tomorrow morning. I am tired just thinking about it. I'm stressed about the housesitter and dog. I'm stressed about coming home to the sprawling empty cave. I'm stressed about Abby being 3000 miles away for the first time. I am just terribly uncomfortable in general.  I feel utterly unmoored without Jenny. I feel incredibly proud of this kid and > feel excited for her future.

Tomorrow afternoon we will see Jenny's best friend who conveniently just moved to Massachusetts after her husband landed a job at Brown a couple years ago. Abby has shipped items to her.

Entry 2

I hate anxiety. I want to take a Xanax, haven't since Jenny died, but really want one right now.

Confirmed our flights, paid for our bags and got our boarding passes squared away. I have an SUV rented for tomorrow through our last day in Boston. It should be interesting driving around on those narrow streets



The place is ready for the house sitter.

adjacent to the Commons, where Jane and I have our hotel.

We drop Leiney off at Logan on the 2nd so she can fly back to Seattle and leave on the 4th for Italy. I'm thinking we may go to Newburyport or go see the old Shaker compound. I think I've been to Newburyport 10 times or so, and love it's cobblestone streets and shops--many of which are in buildings built in the 18th century. It's also the town where the lawyer from the book and movie, 'A Civil Action" lived. Not so fun fact, among the cancer cluster victim's who sued the big chemical company!--WR Grace--were Massachusetts Gamaches. The whole French-Canadian troop came down from Montreal in the 19th century and settled in Northern Massachusetts and New Hampshire. Jenny's grandmother was the last generation of bilingual kids, and sang to our babies French lullabies when she held them.  She was the loveliest of human beings.


170.0 today.



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