A last stroll through the streets after closing up my temporary office. Papers shredded and coffee pot scrubbed clean... a small hillock of sand on the balcony from daily shoe emptying.
I was the fool in the lime green cotton pants and sockless ankles at the baggage claim at Logan Airport, collecting my USDA-inspected-and-stamped luggage. A fast cab ride home and a quick change for an afternoon Christmas party.
The old dames in the grand old house were charming, but let me know with Yankee code words that they had designs on the large ham in the middle of the table in the dining room, and a flicker of the eye made it clear that I was not to stand between them and the carving platter or mustard dish. How are your grandchildren? "My family is fine, thank you. Yes, I saw your husband earlier upstairs at the study bar. No, I'm not traveling for Christmas. Cal told me that Chessy had a stroke, I'm sorry to hear it. Chessy was the beagle? I'm still sorry to hear it. "
These are the people who throw parties at noon and wear stylish duds until the day they keel over. The white-haired men in the London bespoke suits that were made before I was born guzzle gin and Scotch, and spend the evening grazing at the candle-lit food table.
A dear old friend in a tweed three-piece spent half an hour decrying the insider trading in Congress and on Wall St. as we stood next to the swinging door to the upstairs wet-pantry where a few caterers were sub-stationed. Just as he said "insider trading" for the 80th time, a young catering server quickly flanked him and whispered "the oysters will be coming up the back stairs in about four minutes." "Ah... thank you, Courtney" he said and suggested we position ourselves closer to the door from where the platter would likely emerge. Insider trading indeed.
Pre-dawn breakfast at the only place to get eggs before 6AM on the Boston waterfront.
LL Bean wool sweater in bright red and those warm but crappily made wool socks from Polo. Back to the reality of winter and hopefully a better shot at the carved ham at tomorrow night's party. I love this season.