We hit the 100 degree mark today in full fledged New England summer fashion. It was sticky and hazy and salty and delicious. Even though they closed the doors to us at the Cambridge public pool, Matt, Jon and I were by no means deterred. We rode back to the Cambridgeport area to overtake the kiddie sprinklers at the Magazine Street park. I felt like a kid , splashing in the puddles and squeeling as the water stream switched directions and hit me unexpectedly in the face.
After a stupendously long work day, (I'm not cut out for stupendously long work days) I came home 14 hours later to meet up with my newest friend, a sweet hot dog mix who happens to be of Polish origin. ( a kilbasi?). While the owner left me with commands, "Hutch To!" and "Shod!" he declined to leave any positive reassuring terms, like 'good boy' or 'you are the sweetest damn hot dog I have ever seen'. So if anyone knows any Polish translations please let me know; Mentos' ego will be soothed and we both will be relieved.
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