One thing New England does quite well is offer up its plentiful waterways for public recreational use. Since we'll never be members of the Newton Yacht Club, it's nice to have ways of getting out on the water without having to own (and haul and dock) a boat or large equipment like kayaks or canoes or paddleboards — other popular things to do on the Charles and sundry ponds and lakes.
For a reasonable fee, you can take out just about anything, including an itty bitty sailboat (lessons are available, too). We decided on a rowboat even though these ones weren't as big or fancy or as sturdy as the one we took out before, but it did the job just fine.
You should do it with friends and race! When I wasn't failing at navigating us toward shadier patches of the pond, I kept threatening to deliberately crash into kayakers that drifted too close to us (JK, I would never do that). There was a tiny creepy island thing. Someone's dog almost tried to fetch us. It was a riot. Add some hand-packed refreshments, sunblock and voila, a very chill and hilarious afternoon date doing something super outdoorsy and relaxing. Hooray!
Did you know that Jamaica Pond is 53 feet deep at its center? Holy glacial kettle hole!
Ponds were the theme of the week for me. A few days before this, a pal and I lounged pondside for hours, dissing Thoreau and gossiping and pledging to keep listening to new music at none other than Walden Pond (since we're counting, over 100-ft. deep). It was 91 degrees that day and I think we spent more time in the water than out of it — come to think of it, we only left the water to refill on snacks and booze. Adulting!
Reader survey: Guess who did most of the rowing?
Hint: Not the one in boat shoes!
If you took my scrawny little behind aside in the 1990s and told me I'd wear a pair of skorts in my 30s, I probably would have told on you.
But when it's September and officially the hottest days of summer to everyone's surprise, well, skorts are perfect. I love the vintage vibe of these, and the crackled background matches the beading on the necklace exactly.
Since they are teeny tiny, something with sleeves helps to balance out all the bare skin. Wearing the cheeky H&M Loves Coachella sunglasses with little palm trees was a no-brainer.
We can expect temps in the high 70s and 80s for well over another week, which will make an impromptu trip to NY for Fashion Week pretty interesting. Maybe I'll get to experience Riis Beach once and for all since this heat ain't quitting this coast anytime soon!
*Sunglasses were irreparably harmed in the making of this FFAF. They almost made it through an entire summer!
Back on dry land! Well, maybe not that dry. We found out that our real estate agent will still be here to hold our little hands when we're ready to sell next year. I can't even begin to describe what a relief that is for us, even if it makes me cringe to think there are already things we can begin doing now to be better prepared when the time comes.
After she helps us, she's making her own dream move to Nice for retirement. "You'll have to come stay with me and set up my internet and everything," she told us. We'll have to think about it.
OK, we thought about it! Clearing our schedules now, may never come back.