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dancerjodiI've been working 1/2 days on Friday (working an extra hour M-Th) for a couple of weeks now. Its something our boss had offered us over the summer months. Its neat, because I'm able to get annoying things done that otherwise would take up a chunk of our weekend. Last week I did a ton of weeding and planting. This week I dropped 2 trash bags of unused clothing and a box of books at the Salvation Army store in Framingham. They were bound for the Boomerang's in Brighton, but I guess it closed at some point. I didn't feel like driving to JP to the other one, and needed canned air from CompUsa anyway, so I took the scenic drive out west.
I like taking Rt 30 out there - its soothing to me if there isn't traffic. I've taken that route since I've had a driver's license for various reasons and sometimes its just been for the sake of driving. I could probably do the route with my eyes closed at this point, though it wouldn't be as fun since I couldn't watch what's going on with the homes that have been there since longer than I can remember in most cases. I took my AC, my iPod and my Impala and went cruisin' with a bunch of goodies that someone else will find use in. We're continuing to scale down stuff and as we phase things out they have to get out of our house quickly.
Of course, I was at a standstill when I hit Rt. 126 and followed that through the crap-ass rotary at Framingham town hall and over to the Salvation Army store. Its funny how much stupid there is in that part of town in how traffic is set up, how often trains go by, and how rude people can be. Its been over two years since Brian and I moved away from there (where we only actually lived ourselves for two years). It takes just a simple drive to that particular part of Framingham to piss me off. The only things I really miss about that place is our fireplace, our nice neighbor Vinny, and being near the Chicken Bone Saloon and the Aztec Restaurant.
So I'm all pissed and swearing at people in my Masswhole glory, but then I breathe. I remember that I don't live in that suck anymore. I laugh wildly to myself inside of my air conditioned car. I wonder if anyone nearby ever catches it, and thinks I'm nuts (or perhaps they think I'm on a cell phone that they can't see?). And then I daydream about how things would have been different had we bought in another part of the town or in another nearby town (Natick, Marlboro, etc). Whatever the case, I feel right with what we're doing now. And then I daydream about how we can make our own surroundings cooler, bit by bit.
The ride home is always as peaceful as the one in once I get away from the traffic suck that is the immediate downtown area, only this time I usually take Rt. 135 through Natick (mmm, pretty Victorian homes, and that Barber Bros store that I'd like to poke around in again some time when I have a reason). Then I pass through Wellesley (mmm, pretty Wellesley college, old haunts from when I was a kid and we lived on Overbrook Drive, not too far away) and to Rt 16 and then Grove Street in Newton (mmm, pretty Victorian and Tudor style homes). I finish my cruise up good ole Moody, and I am home in more ways than one.
Its amazing how experiences in places can taint your opinion of them for years to come. Whatever happens to downtown Framingham (like this gentrification that they seem to think will at some point), I'll always think of it that way.
I like taking Rt 30 out there - its soothing to me if there isn't traffic. I've taken that route since I've had a driver's license for various reasons and sometimes its just been for the sake of driving. I could probably do the route with my eyes closed at this point, though it wouldn't be as fun since I couldn't watch what's going on with the homes that have been there since longer than I can remember in most cases. I took my AC, my iPod and my Impala and went cruisin' with a bunch of goodies that someone else will find use in. We're continuing to scale down stuff and as we phase things out they have to get out of our house quickly.
Of course, I was at a standstill when I hit Rt. 126 and followed that through the crap-ass rotary at Framingham town hall and over to the Salvation Army store. Its funny how much stupid there is in that part of town in how traffic is set up, how often trains go by, and how rude people can be. Its been over two years since Brian and I moved away from there (where we only actually lived ourselves for two years). It takes just a simple drive to that particular part of Framingham to piss me off. The only things I really miss about that place is our fireplace, our nice neighbor Vinny, and being near the Chicken Bone Saloon and the Aztec Restaurant.
So I'm all pissed and swearing at people in my Masswhole glory, but then I breathe. I remember that I don't live in that suck anymore. I laugh wildly to myself inside of my air conditioned car. I wonder if anyone nearby ever catches it, and thinks I'm nuts (or perhaps they think I'm on a cell phone that they can't see?). And then I daydream about how things would have been different had we bought in another part of the town or in another nearby town (Natick, Marlboro, etc). Whatever the case, I feel right with what we're doing now. And then I daydream about how we can make our own surroundings cooler, bit by bit.
The ride home is always as peaceful as the one in once I get away from the traffic suck that is the immediate downtown area, only this time I usually take Rt. 135 through Natick (mmm, pretty Victorian homes, and that Barber Bros store that I'd like to poke around in again some time when I have a reason). Then I pass through Wellesley (mmm, pretty Wellesley college, old haunts from when I was a kid and we lived on Overbrook Drive, not too far away) and to Rt 16 and then Grove Street in Newton (mmm, pretty Victorian and Tudor style homes). I finish my cruise up good ole Moody, and I am home in more ways than one.
Its amazing how experiences in places can taint your opinion of them for years to come. Whatever happens to downtown Framingham (like this gentrification that they seem to think will at some point), I'll always think of it that way.
