Sunday Funday

Entry 1

Abby texted last night to let me know she may have sprained her ankle and that she is going to seek an accommodation to get a single. I am worried already. Anxiety derailed my first year in law school--I had to go home in October of that year. I started over the next year.
It's only day 2 alone, and they have great wrap-around services. They will take care of her, but it's PTSD triggering. 

Leiney, meanwhile, is back home with her boy Jared, prepping for Italy, where they fly off to tomorrow for 20 days or more. Then, upon their return, school
Little Italy, Boston.

starts.

I am a bundle of nerves. I hope Abby calls today. I would give anything to get her to talk to me--these teenage walls they build aren't scalable.

Entry 2

I'm in a room alone in Boston. When I reserved the room with two queen beds, the cost was $450/night. Given the cost, I only rented one room for my sister Jane and I to share. I had paid for all the rooms on the trip. When she found out two nights ago she was visibly upset, and sounded incredulous when I mentioned it. We shared the room last night, and it was uneventful. I didn't snore, I never heard her snore. I was awake from 3-5 worrying about Abby and thinking about the big changes ahead for Abby and me. Jane did insist on the bed nearest the window when we first entered the room and I put my suitcase on that bed. I found that a bit cheeky, but didn't care enough to resist. Tonight, after being out all day (walking nearly 10 miles), upon returning to the room, she announced she had rented her own space for the next 3 nights. I'm annoyed, only inasmuch as I could have had a king-sized bed myself and a room on a higher floor had I known she was prepared to rent her own room in the first place. I am puzzled, but whatever. It is nice to have this space. 

We walked the Freedom Trail today, after a light breakfast at a local place.


Starting at Faneuil Hall, we walked through the Holocaust Memorial, to Paul Revere's home and gift shop, to the monument dedicated to him, and to the Old North Church, where the lamp was hoisted announcing the invasion of the  Redcoats. Afterward we went to the graveyard just a block above the church, where Cotton and Increase Mather were buried along with sea captains, their wives, was poet Phylis Wheatley.

Next, we headed on down to the USS Constitution and the accompanying museum next. The schooner itself is

Wm. Bainbridge, Captain
of the USS Constitution 
and the namesake of
our local Island.

beautiful, the museum largely a waste of time.  Deciding to return to the hotel after that, Jane and I both pulled up directions on Google and began our walk back.  It's was a very warm day, and maybe heat stroke could explain Google's pathetic performance, bit despite both Jane and I having the same destination on Google, the maps frequently disagreed.  Once they began to harmonize, our e.t.a. began to increase.  Somehow, we ended up in Beacon Hill and it kept telling us to go further and further away from the water. I fired up the Uber app, and to no one's great surprise, the driver took us in an entirely different direction and we were soon back at the Dagney Hotel, grateful some modern technology still works. 

After some rest, we headed out to get dinner at the Hub Pub, which is around the corner from the hotel Abby and I stayed in last year on our visit.  Google Maps failed us almost from the beginning and I led us to the place on instinct and memory.  I was a far better navigator than any Alphabet map both on the way there and back. 

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