Matt's folks were able to come visit us for over a week, and it was a nice chance to slow down and hang out together. Matt took a few much needed days of work. We mostly hung out, played games, ate some good food, and took some walks.
We did do a couple eventful or touristy things. We went to hear Garrison Keillor from Prairie Home Companion speak at Northeastern. His talk was on cheerfulness. One of my favorite take away points was that you have spent your whole life trying to get to this moment right now. So cheer up. You made it.
Not sure when, but eventually the talk will be available here. I'll definitely be listening to it again when it's up.
The only downside to the talk was learning that if you get in the back of a book signing line for someone who makes his living at being long winded, don't expect to go home before 10:30pm. Still, it was worth it. We met him briefly, chatted about how cold it is in the U.P. in the winter, and found him to be incredibly generous in terms of individually acknowledging everyone he met. Even the people in front of us who were either hellbent getting him to come to Concord for a personal tour of Emerson's home or hellbent on finding out his views on the after life or hellbent on getting their 5 books personally inscribed. The man really needed a handler. To pass the time in line, Matt and I played solitaire on his phone, tried to remember what Mr. Keillor said about cheerfulness, and dreamt up questions we would ask him if we had as much gumption as the people in front of us. Such as, "Did Lindsay Lohan write you letters from rehab?"
While his parents were with us, we did some other stuff too. I had the camera in tow the day we drove down to Mystic, Connecticut. I've driven by there half a dozen times, but never stopped so I'm glad we finally had the chance. And they love this kind of stuff, which made it more fun for us.
Love that picture above. Every time I look at it, the lyric "what a fine romance" pops into my head.
A fine romance that led to my lovely man...
Once Matt and I got a little bored with the historical stuff, I started taking pictures of him peeping out of different locations. Something about hanging out with his parents makes us act like sixteen year olds again.
And then our journey was over... Sad to see them have to return home (although we did convince them to stay a few more days), but so glad for the time we had.