Lost, lost, lost

Suddenly we have a deck on our front porch, so that the porch has nice boards that feel good to walk on instead of being gritty slanted tarpapery stuff. If only it would stop threatening to rain I would be out there right now! This was with the same carpenter who put in our closets recently, but it was the opposite of that experience... I left the house a bit early yesterday to go to the dentist, came back a bit late because I got severely lost in the north end after talking with a financial advisor, and there was the deck, complete and lovely and with nothing left to do but walk on it.

(hiddenbear, who talked me IN to the financial advisor's office after I called him on my cell phone and made him googlemap me, is doubtless laughing his ass off to hear that I got lost even worse after seeing the guy. Um, yeah. I give this advisor four and a half stars for financial acumen, understanding what I want and all that, and I think I'll go ahead and work with him, but about negative three stars on office location.)

I think I spent over an hour walking yesterday, total. It was surreal and rainy-misty and I didn't know where I was for any of it, which is an unusual experience for me in Boston these days. I ended up buying gelato from a street vendor in the north end and eating it in the drizzle as I walked toward what I hoped would be the nearest subway stop. I was not terribly surprised at that point to find that I walked all the way around the building I thought was the subway stop, and was still wrong, and even after I got into the stop I had to follow a lot of signs (and was sure I went in almost a weird, underground, slanted circle) before finding the green line. It was just that sort of night.