On Friday night, a rare cold night this oddly warm holiday season, we stood outside watching the Mayor's Celebration of Lights projected onto the Boston Public Library (a Nutcracker scene above). D and I tried singing along to The Twelve Days of Christmas, although despite the visuals clearly depicting clues for the lyrics, we were quite incapable of keeping up. I had visions of my parents' black and white home movies from the 1950's with my aunts and uncles playing some drinking game with "One hen, two ducks, three squawking geese..." Alas we hadn't even been drinking, or at least no more than a pint with dinner.
The weekend before last, it was well above average temperatures for the annual Santa Speedo run, a charity race often run in sub-freezing weather in Boston. Above, a driver finds himself unexpectedly surrounded by nearly naked runners on Newbury Street.
Elsewhere, on staid Beacon Hill, one of our founding fathers or a replica thereof celebrates the season more properly.
In early December, I flew out to Ann Arbor to visit my dad, who turned 88 on December 8th. We had a nice visit, though I could have used a lot less of the television news on all the time. To escape that, I went out on my own a few times either to do a bit of shopping or to walk. There's a walking path across the street from his senior living apartment. It just goes behind some condos, but it's close by - and there are always some nice dried teasel there in the winter. One morning I found some all coated in frost.
I also drove over to the arboretum one afternoon. I'd only been in warm weather before, so it was nice to see it's still lovely in the murky days of early December.
And there were more dried husks and pods around.
There was also this red-tailed hawk.
The trip was a nice break from work, which has been exceptionally busy and continued to be as soon as I returned. But today I sent off my last project deliverables for the year and I am officially on vacation until Monday following New Year's. I don't know if I'll get around to blogging much or not. Mainly I need to catch up on neglected things like cleaning my apartment and, well, sleep. And hopefully seeing friends a bit. I managed to get a few Christmas cards in the mail, but have more to get to, likely arriving late. Oh well.
The solstice was last night, ever so slowly tilting back towards the light. I could use some of that slow turning right about now.