Our first year in Boston, Ben came to stay with us for a couple weeks. Even though it was October of his intern year, John looks back fondly on that time. One of our best friends agreed to share his non-writing time with us, had dinner waiting when we got home, and even finished painting our dining room as a sweet surprise one day. It was pretty tough adjusting after he left us for Argentina.
One weekend, we decided to take a quick jaunt up to Vermont, for no other reason than that neither of us had been there…and, I believe at that point, Ben had already been to over 40 states! Of course, we knew nothing about the state, and we just started driving sans plans or expectations one Saturday morning in October. We thought we’d hit up Cabot Creamery, the Ben & Jerry’s factory, and the Cold Hollow Cider Mill…economic because they satisfy both our hunger for culture and our craving for all things of the dairy and apple variety.
The wonderful thing about loose plans is that they allow for plenty of opportunity to be spontaneous (which, let’s be honest, I kind of suck at). Somewhere in New Hampshire we saw a sign for Robert Frost’s home…why not, right? Which brings me to my purpose: I know it’s trite; I know it’s over-used and over-quoted…I can’t help myself. To me, nothing better illustrates the peace of the season than Frost’s “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.” A placard hung outside of Frost’s barn:
This weekend I got to celebrate the end of the semester, the joy of the season, and Brad Pitt’s birthday with some much-treasured heart-friends. Some of my favorite peers in school clustered in Eric’s studio on Friday to have a glass of champagne or tumbler of whiskey while quoting and singing along to Love Actually. Then Megan–my brave, creative, and wise Alaskan adventurer–arrived just in time to see the Octopus, 1st Lobster, and Spiderman make their nativity play debut. When Ben was able to join us the next day, we made Christmas cookies and a fire in our freshly-inspected fireplace, and watched my bootleg copy of A Muppet Family Christmas, the best TV Christmas special of all time, even if it turns out to have no plot–it’s pretty awesome what you don’t notice as a four-year-old as long as all your muppet, Sesame Street, and fraggle friends are present.
A few more from Vermont, because it’s spectacular…