Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Wandering on Wednesday

I partnered up with this handsome guy for a fun and educational outing to the National Heritage Museum in Lexington.
It was his Spring break after all. Actually, unlike many of his peers who were bombarding the social media networks with images of beaches and fun in the sun, Enrique spent it writing a paper and heading back to work (on campus) before the week was half over. Reality can be cruel.(He also took advantage of mom's laundry service, a few extra hours of sleep and some home cooked meals) It was good to squeeze in a tiny bit of extra curricular activity.
The Scottish Rite Free Masons own/run this free museum (suggested donation) that is filled mainly with artifacts having to do with customs, costumes, artifacts and relics related to the Masonic organization.
 We both learned quite a bit. The Masons are a fraternal service organization. We are most familiar with the Shriners, who are a part of the Masons. They run the free hospitals for children. They also organize a stunning parade. For many years we took the kids to their annual parade at Dartmouth in August. They know how to parade like nobody's business.
 I was intrigued with how a Mason earns various degrees in the fraternity... this galloping goat came up a couple of times in their display cases, and I couldn't help but laugh a bit as I read some of the descriptions.(I hope that's the response they were going for.)
I have a few ancestors who were Masons.
The Masons have an extensive library at this museum as well. After my first visit here, my sister and my mother were able to solve a family history mystery because of the Masonic records. More on that in a future post. 
We capped off our morning with a visit to my new favorite middle eastern cafe.
I was delighted that Enrique also found it to be definitely worth the trip.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

it's motorcycle season again

While Sweet Mesquite spent the weekend in Utah, Yonder took out the bike. Former missionary treated the soon-to-be missionary to the first ride of the season. In a few weeks she'll be heading to a place so warm and sunny that motorcycle rides happen all year long. (Probably not for missionaries)

Friday, March 13, 2015

Dear Sister Whitcomb...

Not only has she accepted her call, she's already started preparing to leave in May, and has set up her own mission blog.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Wednesdays are for getting out

Last week I sent a note to a friend of mine who I haven't seen since early November of last year. I was thinking about her, and wanted to let her know.
She sent me a text on Monday asking if I'd like to meet up at the temple, and then go to lunch.
It was a BEAUTIFUL day to be out and about!
The temple was a perfect place to start.
 We drove into Cambridge for lunch, and while looking for on-street parking, saw this poor vehicle that is just thawing out from our rough winter. And a sign encouraging hope that our wicked winter is melting away:
We ended up at Sofra--a bakery/cafe that specializes in Middle Eastern cuisine.
We decided to share some plates from the Mezze bar, which allowed us to choose many types of foods in small amounts.
I like going somewhere for the first time and not having to over commit to something I might not be particularly fond of.
And the price was more than reasonable.
 It was fantastic!
I can't wait to bring Enrique, the Middle Eastern Studies major, back to sample some of the delicious fare.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

When the kids go to school

Sometimes the moms have a play date.
This friend of mine and I discovered Windblown, just over the border into New Hampshire a few weeks ago.
We've been itching to go back.
Today was the day!
It was sunny and warm--so warm we had to take our jackets off. We had the whole place to ourselves. Acres and acres of skiing and chatting and friendship.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Springing forward by the second day is rough.

Artist Monday

For Family Night we attended the community art show at the public Library.
 Our favorite artist had three pieces selected to display.
 We brought a fan base that oohed and aahed at appropriate times.
 Rooney was in top artist form, responding to questions about method and technique.
 One of the patrons at the show asked her how much her moon piece cost (and was it for sale?). Twice.
I rejoice at opportunities to expose this crew to culture. Supporting homegrown culture is like frosting on the cake.