there is an old cliche under your monet, baby
remember the arch of roses right above your couch

I probably should have gone to boston yesterday instead. yes, I should have. (friday's party had set off a chain of events that led directly to my academic dispair this weekend. ahh, well.) that said, aimee and I left this morning with croissants in my purse, my gigantic purse, and we had a lovely day.

I love boston in spring, and museums, and middle school kids who sing on trains. (although, in all fairness, I could have done without the rendition of telephone hour.) I bought postcards and saved 13 cents with my student id. we picked out what paintings we'd buy and hang on our walls.


everytime I go, I've a new favorite painting. this time it was monet, something cathedral facade and tour d'something. my writing is a bit lacking when standing in a museum. but what a painting.

ash @ 4:05 PM