Only another wanton deed can justify yesterday's narcissism, procrastination. I had to double check (double check? good lord) the meaning before beginning to write -- and everyone else's. To my amazement, the ten people (<-- nerd alert) I researched embodied their name in a profound way. Are names just words or something more? The data is mixed. My theory, when a name represents a place, we instinctively form attributes. What comes mind when you see a town called Hazardville on the highway? What comes to mind when you learn there's a Somerville in New England? See, you're already smiling.
Three ultra-thin down jackets on humans, and something that looks like an 80's Members Only jacket and a long cardigan on two concrete humans. Definitely not summer when I went to visit friends. But did it feel like it? Like a Sunday in July when you were a kid it did. Endless time because of endless days.
For my current disbelief, and as well as your benefit, I'm going to list all my activities before the April (i.e. nowhere near July) sunset that day:
- Walked to breakfast
- Waited in a long line for some ridiculous muffins to go
- Walked back home
- Mulled over said muffins
- Put on my pretty face
- Strolled to an another friend's home with my tourist hat proudly on (i.e. a lot of unnecessary pictures and detours)
- Mulled over life over tea with friend
- Walked through Porter Square to friend's work
- Mulled over work at friend's work
- Strolled back to Davis Square browsing in shops along the way
- Mulled over a cocktail dress and purchased it thanks to some encouraging Irish ladies
- Mulled over CDs at a record store then realized, "Oh crap, does she even have a CD player??"
- Killed time at the Goodwill in David Square
- Host arrived at Goodwill after her shift ended
- Drove back home to redesign pretty face
- Drove to the beginning of our night
Consider how I used the verbs mull, stroll, browse, and wait. All verbs implying how time was expended -- slooowly. The fact I ended up buying a dress with my "just browsing, thanks" intention, says much about relaxation and indecisiveness. (Recall, I'm The Worst Customer.)
"So, how was your day?" As my host started her car.
"Okay, you're right. It's really lovely here. I need to move."
"I told you!" She's been egging me to move here for years. I didn't see the appeal in moving to a Boston suburb called Somerville. I figured it must be suffering from an identity crisis, fake small town appeal with big city frenzy. In fact, the opposite proved me wrong, big city appeal with small town lazy. Somerville isn't one of those suburbs where you have to drive 10 minutes to the nearest convenience store. Nor is it the kind where you feel like you're in Groundhog Day because you see the same people over and over again, especially when it's "the most densely populated* municipality in New England." That's right, the most densely populated town or city in New England takes the time to decorate windowsills for passersby. And why not when they have the time to notice.
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* What this means exactly is that you can fit over 10,000 in every square mile. Using 2010 U.S. census figures, New York City ranks 6th and Somerville 15th -- mind. blown.
Length of Stay
A day and a half
Docking Index
Seven anchors, because of the blackface on those concrete humans above. The city and the artist decided to add bronze "masks" in 1996 to deter vandalism. Where was your token person of colour on that committee in 1996 Somerville? No way would they have sanctioned such a thing for public art.
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