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Had the most marvelous visit with Hadley and the delicious baby Jack yesterday. I will post picture later once I get it uploaded. In the meantime, the Tabblo I made for Hadley is here.
As I’ve rhapsodized before, Hadley is a one-of-a-kind friend, and one of the few lifers I know I have. Such fun that we both have a big girl and a little boy now. I know I can count on Hadley to provide a lifeline and a sense of humor, and to join me in a glass of wine at lunch, anytime. We can talk about everything from what’s on sale at Bergdorf’s to the best way to cook fresh chard from the farmer’s market. These all-encompassing friendships are both rare and invaluable, which I’m realizing as I get older.
Thank you, Hadley! I love you.

Driving across the Mass Ave bridge this morning I was struck by Boston in the fog. Everything looks a little otherwordly. What I wasn’t able to capture was the tiny while sails dotting the Charles. I love this city with my whole heart.

Update. Two hours at the Mt Auburn ER last night. They wanted to stitch the cut but they couldn’t because apparently stitching straight through a nail (which they would have had to do) is a really big deal. Instead I got some “glue” and some steri-strips, plus a nice big bandage which makes texting really hard. In fact impossible. And also a mandate to keep it dry for five days. Hello? How do I shower?

What is it with my fingers and knives? I sliced my thumb across the blade of a sharp carving knife today as I was washing it. So much blood it looked like a murder had taken place in my kitchen sink. I don’t think of myself as a clumsy person but I seem to do this a lot: in July 2000 I (literally) sliced off the tip of my left index finger while cutting baguette for my mother’s birthday dinner. That led to a fun-filled adventure in the Wareham Hospital ER (don’t recommend it). Then when I was about 12 weeks pregnant with Grace I cut about half an inch into the webbing between my thumb and forefinger while slicing a bagel. This was when I discovered that for some people the notion of “webbing” between fingers is enough to elicit shudders, let alone discussion of severing that piece of anatomy.
And now, once again, here I go cutting into myself. I have finally staunched the bleeding, and now my biggest problem is that I am very reliant on my thumbs for texting and emailing!

So, I have hardly run in about two weeks. This morning I did just 4 miles, and every single step was an effort. Have a steep hill ahead to climb. Once again, was drifting through memories as each song took me to a different past time:
Rocky Mountain High – Watching fireworks at Aspen in March 2000
This Land is Your Land – nursery school assemblies
Hey There Delilah – People I love, the particular complexities and joys of right now in my life
Live Like You Were Dying – Taylor Wells, and the incredible example she is for bravely seeking out the life you should be living

And yes, I fully expect more mockery on the kinds of easy listening tunes I run to.