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2000
Year in Review Opinione
FIERI
Boston's Private Reserve (Sep 2000) FIERI
Boston BOCCE Battles the State Champs! Italia
Unita Rocks East Boston! |
Adesso!
Online: The FIERI Boston Newsletter|
Adesso! Opinione
You have to sing along with me on the parts that are in capitals, or this article just won't work. While you're at it, put on a tropical shirt, mix yourself a Margarita, and put in a Jimmy Buffet CD for good measure.
Okay, first of all, somebody tell me why it's only October as I write this and it's a balmy 40 degrees out???? At the risk of sounding like one or both of my parents, where did the summer go??? Someone once said to me, "you're the only person I know that would actually welcome Global Warming". PLEASE, before I get 100 letters from environmentalists, my friend was ONLY KIDDING.
You see, I'm very much a beach person. Here's a typical Sunday during the summer for my friends and I: dressed in a bathing suit and fruit, snacks and water packed in the car ready to make the trip from East Boston to my house in Peabody by 9:00AM; once at my house, the frittata sandwiches and the fruit are placed into the cooler which has a secret squirrel radio built into the side-(you just know an Italian must have invented that!) More snacks are added to the snack bag, the beach chairs are piled into my Blazer; we arrive at the Dunkin Donuts minutes later; minutes after that, we begin our journey to Good Harbor or Wingearsheek or Crane Beach; by 10:00AM, we have parked the car, chosen the perfect spot on the sand, arranged the chairs to face the sun, and we've started on the second half of our sesame bagel. The only time we move is to either eat lunch or to move our chairs to follow the movement of the sun. Around 5:00 or 6:00PM we pack it up and head home.
What I am resenting the most is that the cold just snuck up on me. I wasn't prepared for it. I'm just sulky because yesterday I has stuck wearing a jacket that didn't go with everything else I was wearing-my winter clothes are still in storage. Since I stopped wearing Garanimals, it's getting tougher and tougher to make everything match. Speaking of Garanimals, and since I've been taking the T downtown since switching jobs, I have to ask why they don't continue their clothing line into adult sizes. Maybe I'm getting old, but some of the mix and match outfits I see on the train, just don't work. These people could certainly make good use of the Garanimals "match up the tiger sweater with the lion pants" method. But, as usual, I digress.
In September, my two "little sisters" Laura and Marisa came to isit from the Midwest. We spent the entire time at the beach. It was beautiful. It reminded me how fortunate I am to live on the North Shore. Now if only the North Shore were 90 degrees all year long!
Then, a week later, Anna, Angela, and I toured Spain for 2 weeks. Spain was experiencing a heat wave, so it was 90 degrees and sunny every day. One of the days, we stopped in Morocco. Forget Jenny Craig. Just visit Morocco and all the excess weight melts off your body. Now that's something they could put in their travel guide! But maybe being away is what made me so unprepared for the cold. Heck, I'm still waiting for Indian Summer.
I
know, by now you are thinking, "why is she boring us with
the weather forecast, Dick Albert Wanna Be?" I also know
that when you read my Opinione column you expect some amusing
little story with a moral. Let me just say that it's 40 degrees,
it's only October, and I am anything but amused. And the ONLY
moral to this story is that I need to win the lottery and retire
to Sicily where they actually |
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