Time flies...
Maybe it is because the month of June had exactly two sunny days in it. Perhaps it is because my weeks are measured by the number of curve balls from GM and Chrysler bankruptcy reorganizations. Could be that "road improvement" project that has created a gigantic pile of concrete refuse outside my window, which is, incidentally, violently shaken, stirred, and otherwise disturbed by a whole brigade of unionized men with no necks creating an ever-increasing, and completely ungodly, early start to each day. One thing is for sure -- a month of summer has gone by, and I am not exactly sure where it went.
There are some things I learned along the way, however. For example, there is a post office at South Station that does not close -- at least it does not close until after 8:47pm, and I have no desire to find out if it ever does. Also, crown molding was designed by an evil man whose grasp of geometry, physics and simple arithmetic is beyond that of mere mortals. Arriving at work before 8:01am gets me the primo parking space I want most weeks, but not always. The lunch line is worst right around 12:15pm, with noon being a close second -- probably because of all the people who are trying to not be in line at noon. Free cookies will be consumed in ten minutes, even if they are not very good. When a man introduces himself as "Binky," one should not look for a meaningful conversation to ensue. The number of telemarketers who call one's office phone is not in any way related to the amount of time spent at the company. And no, I do not want a time share in Mexico, or a tropical cruise of the Caribbean, but thanks for asking.
I also learned that southern New England has a "wine region" and that they produce some surprisingly decent wines, for the most part. Why anyone would try to go grow a Pinot Noir in this climate is beyond me (it smelled of pickles and tasted worse), but the Sauvignons and the Vidals were rather palatable. I do suggest also staying away from the "Port," however, unless the taste of filtered sewage appeals.
Now, let's all go out there and do the reverse of the rain dance, please.
Happy Fourth, Everybody!