Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD.
I keep forgetting to mention what Ian and I did to celebrate our 6th wedding anniversary. In fact, I don’t think I mentioned anything about it at all on the day of, or any other day, for that matter. The week before our anniversary, we gave each other our gifts: Ian got the car detailed for me at a cool eco-friendly car wash/detailing place in Westborough, and I got him a sporran for his kilt. The car gleamed like new when it came home. Ian finally got to use his sporran this Sunday, after we received the correct length of chain and a couple sporran belt-hangers, and he liked it. Pockets are always a plus.
For our actual anniversary, though, we skipped church and went in to Boston. We parked at the Alewife station and rode the T to the Arnold Arboretum, where we spent a few hours walking around. We had a picnic at the top of Peters Hill and commemorated it with pictures of ourselves.
As you can tell from the pictures, we had a perfect day for walking around: Overcast and in the 70s, but not rainy. My favorite part was the vine garden, which still had some vines flowering in very unusual ways and lots of new growth sprouting all over.
Our least favorite part was when we took the steepest, least-traveled trail down the side of a hill. Despite the accidental bushwhacking, we had a fun time enjoying the organized nature on display at the arboretum. It was neat to walk through what seemed like woods, but to have labels on the trees.
The labels got us thinking about how cool it would be to have a head-up display that provided information on the trees and allowed you to get more information upon request from the arboretum web site or something. Alas, HUDs and that kind of intelligent, interactive computing seem to still be far in the future.
In the afternoon we took the T up to Cambridge to catch Bad Habit Productions’ version of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead at the YMCA Theater. We just barely made it before 2:00, squeaking in to the tiny theater at 1:58 or so. I enjoyed the acting very much, but found the play generally too existential and Waiting for Godot-like for my taste. It involved a great deal of the main characters sitting and talking about unrelated topics in detail. I think it might be interesting to read and think about their discussion — as it was, most of it went by too fast for me to thoroughly process. I definitely would not classify it as a comedy, or a comedic tragedy — everybody dies in the end, and there isn’t much laughing through the rest of it. Just lots of confusion. Ian enjoyed it, I guess because he likes Waiting for Godot.
After the play we had planned on doing dinner out, but by then it was 5:00 and we decided to head home since we had work the next day. We walked back to the Alewife station, gave away our remaining T tickets to a surprised traveler (we had $2 extra each because we’d planned on taking the T from the theater to Alewife), and drove home. It drizzled on us a bit on the walk, but thankfully it never became full-blown rain.
On the way home we stopped and got groceries for the week, a prosaic end to our Boston anniversary celebration. It wasn’t exotic or dramatically romantic, but the outing suited us very well. And with that we eased into our 7th year of marriage.