So. Another year has come and gone and the man in my life has ignored my pleas for a a kitty for Christmas. When I was a kid I actually begged for a cat OR a dog — either would do, as long as it loved me, it wouldn’t mind wearing Barbie hair accessories, and it was okay with being pet and doted upon insatiably.
The litany of “no’s” started with my dad, defering me to my mother who only reiterated what my father said, albeit at a lower volume.
Nowadays the begging has fallen on the similarly deaf ears of my boyfriend of seven years. Although it all amounts to the same, I must give him credit. He never actually says the word no. Instead he likes to offer worst-case scenarios to deter my resolve.
“It’ll get hit by a truck.”
“Trucks never drive up our street. Besides, with all the kids that make our street a playground no one ever drives over 15 miles an hour.”
“You’ll forget about it and somehow throw it in the dryer.”
“I think it’s safe to say that will absolutely not happen.”
“Hey look! Is that a biplane?”
So, I didn’t get a cute, furry animal to pet and shower love on but I did get another uber-cool gift from said boyfriend. This one came in the form of a membership to the Trustees of the Reservation, which may very well be one of the best things about living in this area. So New England in their purpose, the Trustees almost even make a convincing argument for winter. A pretty impressive feat, especially to one who puts on a wool cap the moment the weather drops below 60. And I do that in an entirely unironic, unhip, un-indie, un-Colin Farrell sort of way.
Anyway, check out the coolest of things — their Best Bets for Sledding list. I never thought I’d say this but, let it farking snow!
Until that time comes, please enjoy a view from one of our favorite Trustee’s properties, Crane’s Beach… in the summer….
