Almost ready to write

A recap of the weekend and this morning's events and then maybe we can move on to the thoughts for the day.

On Saturday Erica and I, well what did we do, as I try andwrap my mind around the memories that seem to disappear with every passing breath I must ask myself where do they go, into what crevice and vacuum of neurological cul-de-sacs do my memories disappear to so quickly? It seems sometimes that I attempt to rember the most recent events in my life and all of a sudden they fly like so many wisps of smoke through a spring gale, invisible in a second to the casting of my eyes and thoughts. But back to the moment rather than these reminating broken smashings. On Friday I was so relieved to be done with my long day, and wound up and irritated and picked up my bicycle from the shop where they had delivered my front fork from its misery and replaced it with a two short, wrong color, quite ugly shrunken imposter of a fork. This put me in a pretty bad mood, which I allowed to continue and fester even while questioning the actual cause and root of the problem, of which I still don't know, but which I'm past. But the question of what I did on Saturday is finally answered, I gues I had to go a little farther back in my thoughts to recycle the sequence of events.

On Saturday Erica and i had a big day of Diamond shopping. Nervousness built upon nervousness as we circled the boston downtown financial district in a vain attempt to find cheap parking close to the main event. We finally settled on a metered spot near the theatres we'd gotten to know earlier in the year and settled into a long walk down the blustery streets of downtown boston. The wind shot down the rigid window-clad cliffs surrounding each avenue and upon hitting the ground, turned sharply to marshal its energy for a frontal assault on our poorly prepared clothing. We made our way down the vortex and finally found ourselves at the rather unassuming village of 333 Washington St, where the diamond gnomes of Boston live. Into it we ventured, nervous and excited where we ventured into the first shop on the second floor and attempted to figure out how diamond experts were going to treat us. Turns out pretty shabbily, but not the worst in the world, definitely salesmen, but we managed to get past the diamond sellers own nervous facades and foudna few genuine laughs. Unfortunately Erica found out that 1 carat stones are actually quite nice in size and so the whole purchase took a fairly large jump skywards. We later went up to the 7th floor after evacuating the bright lights of the first shop and found in there a far more receptive audience for our questions. They showed us some more stones, I managed to bring the size into a more manageable price range, but unfortunately using my ideal-scope I didn't find any stones that matched the level of intensity I was expecting and hoping to see. Maybe with a little work and some searching I can find some specimens a little closer to my goals. So saturday was good.

Sunday we went on a long ride after checking out the grocery store Russo's Market, finally getting some plants to place on our deck and finding that while nice, the market probably wasn't going to work out for us now that we've signed up for the Boston Organics. The ride was excellent and Solon, while a little bit of a brat for part of it, still managed to be quite cute...