Weekend fun
Aug. 31st, 2004 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidI had a lovely time at Danger_Chick's going away party, though I showed up rather late. It's been far too long since hanging out with people. OK, and it didn't hurt that I was complimented on my dress :-). Plus it was the first time I got to sign a dissertation.
Sunday was as hot and humid as Shabbat, but I'd said I'd help with a move, which meant I got outside in daylight hours. It was as sweaty as I'd thought it would be, but things were organized enough that it went didn't take long to load the truck. And it was satisfying to help, even though I mostly kept to schlepping boxes, not furniture.
I showered and changed, and went to join some others for a picnic dinner in the sculpture garden at the DeCordova. It was already cooling off, happily. We picnicked in the middle of green (I had *choices* for food! Thanks, guys.), then went to see as many installations as we could before it got dark. I'd forgotten how pretty some of the landscaping is, and how much I like some of the pieces (Not all; I'm rather modern art illiterate, so it's whatever strikes my fancy.). Oh, and how much fun it is to make music on one of the sculptures (everyone does, though it's one of the many officially labeled Do Not Touch). Many pictures were taken, much silliness ensued.
And the drive home included watching the full, almost-orange, harvest moon rise. Gorgeous.
I was dead-tired by the time I got home, but it had been a satisfying day; I wouldn't've changed any of it. (Well, except for the broken dishes.)
Sunday was as hot and humid as Shabbat, but I'd said I'd help with a move, which meant I got outside in daylight hours. It was as sweaty as I'd thought it would be, but things were organized enough that it went didn't take long to load the truck. And it was satisfying to help, even though I mostly kept to schlepping boxes, not furniture.
I showered and changed, and went to join some others for a picnic dinner in the sculpture garden at the DeCordova. It was already cooling off, happily. We picnicked in the middle of green (I had *choices* for food! Thanks, guys.), then went to see as many installations as we could before it got dark. I'd forgotten how pretty some of the landscaping is, and how much I like some of the pieces (Not all; I'm rather modern art illiterate, so it's whatever strikes my fancy.). Oh, and how much fun it is to make music on one of the sculptures (everyone does, though it's one of the many officially labeled Do Not Touch). Many pictures were taken, much silliness ensued.
And the drive home included watching the full, almost-orange, harvest moon rise. Gorgeous.
I was dead-tired by the time I got home, but it had been a satisfying day; I wouldn't've changed any of it. (Well, except for the broken dishes.)