She's killing me

It is now a little past 8:00 p.m., Boston time.  I cannot move.  I cannot fathom getting out of bed in the morning.  I think my hips, knees and feet are done.  Kaput.  Over and out.  They are very, very angry with me.  You'd never know I was a tennis player.  It's pathetic.

   OK, so let's begin with the trip from hell .... I mean the airplane ride.  

There was a crying baby behind me.  Wait, did I say "crying"?  No .... that was the baby in front of me.  The baby behind me was screaming.

Then there was the 12 yr old boy in my row, at the window (I had the aisle) who talked constantly to his dad, the middle passenger, but his dad was too busy reading "Solitary Wicka" to answer his questions.  Guess his wife and 2 sons did not care to practice witchcraft.  His son made several comments about the two necklaces dad wore and his practice.  

The son got up to go to the bathroom SEVERAL times during the flight.  He must have had a bladder the size of a pea. 

I got in to Boston around 9:00 p.m.  Daughter #1 met me at the airport.  She took the subway to get me.  It took her well over an hour.  Mom's in town.  We took a taxi.

   We just hung out last night and talked.  Finally went to bed around 2:00 a.m.

     This morning we got up and hit the town.  I'm not sure if Boston feels as "hit" as I do, but we did our best.

      This was our first stop off of the subway from Cambridge.  I can't remember what it's called.  But there she is:
     

            This is part of Harvard.  It's a very pretty campus.  At least the part that I saw.  It's a very large campus.  

                            Also Harvard:
This is Daughter #1 sitting in a pew in the Old North Church.  Their pews were actually boxes.  There were a few chairs in each box and they made up the whole church.  Very interesting .... I'd never seen this configuration before.  I thought it would've been great (and still might be, it still has services) for people with small children because they had room to play in the box without bothering other worshippers.  Yes, as a mom this is what I would notice.  I'm guessing that back in "the day" they didn't let their children play much in the box at church.  A pity.
     

       The pew that we were in just happened (OK, not really, Daughter #1 knew it was there) to be a pew where Theodore Roosevelt sat and worshipped.  I wonder if HIS kids played on the floor in the box?

This is Paul Revere's house.  Well, one of his houses.  This is where he and his wife (not sure if it was #1 or #2 --- #1 died shortly after giving birth to his 8th child ..... #2 took on those 8 and then had 8 more.  What a woman!!) lived and where he was a silversmith.
 

    This was the Farmers' Market.  Oh my gosh, it was so crowded and loud and cheap!  And huge!!  We bought some great fruit.  A pound of strawberries for a dollar.  No kidding.  

         This is Paul Revere's grave.  
     

      This is the same cemetery.  It was very pretty.  The pyramid in the picture is Benjamin Franklin's grave.  Well, I say "grave", but evidently they just buried everyone in a mass grave in the middle and then put up markers.  Go figure!

      

      This is Sam Adam's grave. Evidently it's the only place where you can sit in a bar (across the street) and drink Sam Adams while you look at Sam Adams. Bad joke that a tour guide told Daughter #1.
   

     This is a Holocaust memorial.  There were 5 of these towers, all etched with the numbers of each prisoner.  Each represented a death camp.  It was very sobering.

                        No explanation necessary!  We went inside the bar.  Very large and very crowded.

Sam was not there.  

     This is "Frog Pond" in Boston Commons.  It's a wading pool for children.  It's a very large wading pool.
     

     That's all of the pics for today.  We had lunch in Little Italy, shopped on Newberry Street --though mostly just window shopped.  That was our last visit of the day and we were getting too tired to even lift a credit card.  Believe it or not.

     We are now sitting at the huge 60" TV, watching "The Last Samurai" and eating delivery Chinese food.  Oh .... and more importantly, drinking wine.  

     Lisa B. --- thank you so much for your last comment.  It meant a lot to me and really touched me.  I loved being involved with MOPS and all of you.  You all mean so much to me.

     Hi to my mom --- stay strong!! --- and to all of my friends.  Hopefully I'll make it back without having to use a walker.

I am making no promises.