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Day 9: And Then She Shut Up… Wrap It Up!

We woke up on day 9 determined to get in one last quick adventure before we had to be at the Boston Logan Airport to catch our plane back to reality land.  I wanted to go see the Salem witch trial stuffs, but instead we finally settled on checking out The House of Seven Gables or at least the house that was the inspiration for the novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne, he who also wrote The Scarlet Letter.   I’ve read the latter book, but had never read the former one… that will change after this visit as I had to buy the book in the gift shop…  you bet your sweet bippy!

It was another grey and rainy day… umbrella worthy, but the house was totes neat… complete with a hidden staircase, which we got to walk up… I would not have fit up that staircase 227 pounds ago… no question about it.

We also saw Nathaniel Hawthorne’s birthplace and found out interesting facts about the author… like the fact that he basically lived as a hermit, shut off from the world for years, while he mastered his writing craft.   Ironically, I was shut off from the world for years, but the only thing I mastered was eating a large Hawaiian Pizza in one sitting.  Y’all, that should be a profession!  I win!

We then headed to the airport and to drop off our trusty stained seat Kia Sorento.  Bye, Kia.  It was a good thing we arrived 2 hours before our flight because the ticket desk had a line 5 miles long with 2 people working it.  We barely made it before the flight deadline and had to pick up our tickets at the gate.  Laws… girl with anxiety issues coming through!  We had another layover in Chicago, which was only made longer when we learned that our connecting flight was delayed by hours due to rainy weather!  The Wicked Witch of the West was right… I’m melting…  This was Madre’s reaction when she learned we’d have to sit at the airport for even longer:

It probably didn’t help that I was telling her to smile and the airport was undergoing construction so the Internet was out and there was no power to plug in her phone.  By the time we arrived in Salt Lake City and then drove the 90 miles home, it was around 2ish in the morning or 4ish back East.

To wrap it all up… I could not have done any of this trip 2 years ago.   Stamp it, guarantee it, and then deliver it to Hades.  Could NOT have.  Between the walking and the walking and the walking, oh and the fitting into booths and chairs with arms on them and did I mention walking?  There would have been absolutely no way I could have done it.  I would have had to rent myself a fork lift, a Jazzy scooter, and a vile of Valium.  Changing my life has really opened so many more doors and windows for me… literally.  No longer do I feel like my only chance of a good time is if there happened to be a Christmas Story Marathon on TNT one weekend or if the local burger joint started making deliveries.   Hard work… WORTH IT.  Worth every dagblasted frustrating minute of the last 2 years.  You best believe it.

Question of the Day:  Where was the last big trip you took? 

Note:  Thanks for sticking with me whilst I blabbered on about pretty much nothing for the last few weeks.  It will be good to have my memories down in writing for when I get Alzheimer disease next year and can’t remember which hand is right and which is left.

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Day 8: Baw-ston Baked Beans…

Y’all… I am almost done with all of these dagblasted neverending trip retelling posts.  I’m like that person who makes anyone who visits sit down and watch filmstrips of all the new pictures she took.  And this here is a picture of Claude with his diaper on his head… ain’t he presh!?  Yes, I just used the term filmstrip and yes, I do remember filmstrips… they were back in my early days.  You young’uns and all your computing systems and flash drives and iPads… all we had back in my young’un days was a piece of chalk and a blackboard.  We done had to draw our memories!!

Day 8 found us in Boston, Massachusetts… well, actually we woke up in Peabody because you seriously seen the prices of hotel rooms in the Boston area!?!?!?!?!?!  Laws almighty, I could buy me a trailer house for that price back in this here country right after I brushed my teeth with a pine cone.  We drove to Salem, Massachusetts early that morning for breakfast at an old coffee shop from the 1600s… the original building.  I can’t be certain, but I’m pretty sure they remodeled it since then… you know, to upgrade from the wood-burning stove and candle lighting system.   😛

Oh, and don’t quote me on this… but those spica plants?  Totally original from the 1600s.  😛  It reminded me a lot of Angie’s back home… where all the locals meet to eat.  Mom ordered her a pancake, and the lady asked if she’d like the short stack… aka 3 pancakes.  Thank all that be heavenly glory hallelujah she went with just one.  This thing was a freaking cake…

Do not adjust your screens… the pancake was that big… imagine 3 of them things!?  I think I gained at least 6 pounds just looking at that thing.  I went with the veggie omelette owing to my previous waffle kerfuffle.  We then trucked our way into Boston, which took approximately 3 times longer than Freda, the GPS was saying it would.  Traffic, traffic, traffic.  When we’d finally arrived, we spent another hour trying to find a place to park the vehicular contraption… you don’t drive in downtown Baw-ston unless you have a death wish and approximately 6 hours to sit in traffic.   We parked in the Boston Commons parking garage and then got lost trying to walk to the Freedom Trail.  I’m a small town girl through and through, so the amount of people per square inch in this city was sometimes overwhelming.  We finally found the tourist info place, which was under construction and closed… quality.  Instead we walked across the street to some random cell phone place and bought tickets to the trolley tour.  We got lost again trying to find where our trolley would pick us up and then tried to board the wrong trolley… our stickers were SILVER trolley stickers and we’re all up trying to board the orange and green trolley.  BLASPHEMY!!  You ain’t lived until you’ve been yelled at by a Boston accented Trolley driver!!  I wonder if he was single.

When we finally found our correct trolley, my feet were already screaming at me, but I told them to shut up and then smothered them with my clodhopper.  The trolley tour wasn’t much of a tour… it was more transportation to different stops, and then you could hop off and walk around to your heart’s content and reboard at a later time.  First stop was Quincy Market.  Y’all calorizers… NEVER go into Quincy Market… I repeat… NEVER!!!  It’s basially this neverending building of the most scrumptious looking food things in the universe.  We walked the length of it and I’m surprised I didn’t get arrested for drooling.

I nearly bought this law-bster hat… y’all… how fasionable would I have been?

Madre got to meet JFK…

Then we hopped across the street to the Marriott Customs House where we paid to take 2 different elevators up to the very tippy tippy top floor to get a bird’s eye view of Boston.  Pretty cool, if you ask me.

 

Back on our trolley, we happened to sit in front of this couple from Malad, Idaho… so, we were immediately best buddies by default.  Before we left, we’d been told by my cousin-in-law, Ryan that we needed to go to Mike’s Pastry… heck if you go anywhere else… go to Mike’s Pastry!  7000 blocks later, we finally found him and drooled our way waiting in line.  People line up by the dozens for Mike’s pastries.  His specialty is cannolis… something like 34 different flavors of cannolis.   Mom got her a limoncello cannoli and I got me a red velvet cupcake just to buck the system… and they gave them to us all tied up in this little box, which we carried around the city for the rest of the day.

We rounded out the tour by checking out the USS Constitution (from afar) and the Paul Revere statue, amongst other things.  We then took the subway, aka the “T”, on the red line to Haw-rvard.  Just to say we’d seen it.  It took us 8 billion years to figure out how to buy tickets… what!?!?  We gots a free bus in my city!  I guess it was fun to ride for 20 minutes with a smelly dude’s armpit shove in my nostril.  You know, if  you like that sort of thing.

It was dark by then, so the picture taking got lamer and lamer.  We rode the red line back to the Boston Commons and then must have looked like 2 country bumpkins lost to the world because some nice guy took pity on us and stopped to ask if we were lost and needed directions.  He steered us in the general direction of our parking garage where we learned we owed $25 for all-day parking.  Next time, I plan on scooting in on my fold up scooter.

Baw-ston was an adventure.  I was a fish out of water for the day, but it was fun to see the sights and especially to get yelled at by a cranky Bostonian on a trolley!

Question of the Day:  Do you consider yourself a city person or a country bumpkin?  Do you wish it were opposite? 

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