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Happy Third of July
We are waiting for Nate so we can all go to the beach together- going to Good SIL's where we were marooned during our homeless phase, but then it was freakin' November- not the time for a leaky cold old barn of a house.
It's a fenced yard overlooking the island that holds Boston Light, and all the cruise ships and Provincetown ferries go by so there's lots of action. Molly will be comatose on the way home from all her running. I must take a camera, I always forget. I put hr up on www.dogster.com yesterday and she is getting more e-mail than I do (because she is soooo cute...)
Tomorrow we have been asked to come hear the Pops and see the fireworks from the roof of a fancy schmancy condo on Beacon St. overlooking the Hatch Shell. The problem is that the smallest 4th concert in recent years was 500,000 people right after 911 when any large gathering was suspect and the subways were jammed for hours afterwards- we haven't decided how in hell to GET there yet, let alone get home.
Latest plan is to park in Brookline in SIL's vacant space ('cause they are at the beach, remember?) and take the T into town, then walk (gaaackkk) back- a haul but I will take my sneakers.
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