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a busy weekend



Dear friends were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary in Boston. My husband had attended their wedding. Our friends had sent us an invitation assuming that we probably couldn't come, but how could we miss celebrating this event. We woke up early on Sunday and took the subway uptown. I loved the idea of taking a photo of windows as seen through the subway car window. Dear friends were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary in Boston. My husband had attended their wedding.  Our friends had sent us an invitation assuming that we probably couldn't come, but how could we miss celebrating this event.


We woke up early on Sunday and took the subway uptown.



I loved the idea of taking a photo of windows as seen through the subway car window.


We took the subway up to the George Washington bridge. As we got off of the subway there were three tables of vendors



all selling exactly the same array of vitamin supplements, herbs and household goods. Oddly enough, they are all in competition with one another. You are not hearing the fight that had broken out between the three vendors.



We went to the George Washington Bridge station so my husband could take the bus one stop to pick up our rental car. You can save a bundle by renting a car in Fort Lee.


When my mother was alive and I would mention going somewhere in the city she would always tell me about the most excellent bathroom one could use near my destination. I thought that she could write a NYC toilet guide book. Someone else actually did write that book. But in the spirit of my mother's internal MapQuest of excellent bathrooms...I want to highly recommend the spotlessly clean bathroom at the George Washington Bridge bus station. It used to be as gross as one might expect from a public transit hub bathroom.  The bathrooms are now a marvel of cleanliness---even the corners are schmutz free. This is in contrast to the bathroom in Charlton, Massachusetts which was just plain nasty.


Anyway, since it had snowed most of the day Saturday,



we had a beautiful drive.











We got to celebrate with our friends.


We used our time to visit as many people as we could before we left for home on Sunday.


Sunday 


was warmer and rainy.


We drove on country roads from one friend's home to another.








After one last visit it was time to head home.



The rain had let up but it was cloudy. As the sun set we were treated to a strip of deeply colored sunset amid the gloom















We are safely at home. I have been doing laundry and ironing and all the while thinking about the time we spend with people we love.



 

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