Day 819 What Time is it?

 

Packing up and saying goodbye to Boston, but first...more music. The last day of the festival was filled with Punk Rock Aerobics (we watched), a Q & A with the band, followed by another performance of one of their full albums. By day three the crowd was 80% men, the women that had attended during the evening shows bagging out for the matinee performance, we'll call them the smarter gals (JK). Our Inn had worked out beautifully and with the location being just over a mile from the venue we we able to walk to and from the festival each day. Of course, everything has its pro's and cons, the biggest con of our quaint little Inn was the grounds crew that began leaf blowing at 7am on the weekend...ugh. It sounded like a blow dryer was going off inside our room and the on and off of the machine was less then ideal in the early morning hours. There was also the beautiful antique four poster bed, which would have been appreciated more if one of the posts didn't completely obstruct the view of the television. Little grips but since Tim accuses me of a Pollyanna attitude I figured I'd throw a bit of shade. The festival went on throughout the day, ending late afternoon and Tim heard song after song that he could dance to and sing along with. When we stepped outside after being inside our dark venue all day, the bright daylight was blinding. We had missed lunch so opted to stop for dinner on our way home and I suggested an Olive Garden Restaurant that is an easy on/off the highway. Tim confessed he's never eaten at an Olive Garden...wait...what? Looks like another first for my now sixty one year old husband. Who doesn't love a hot garlic breadstick....or six? After dinner we continued on, finally making it home in the pitch dark, but with the time change who knows what time it actually was. Twice a year the time changes and with it the  debate...to continue with the change or stop the practice all together? People complain for weeks and folks blame their tardiness and exhaustion on the clock. My favorite are the people that continue to say what time it "really is".."well, it's six o'clock but really it's seven".  There are those that will continue to ask what time it is, not trusting any clock within sight. There are folks who will function for months with their clocks set wrong, especially in their cars and those that immediately change every clock in sight. The fall back in time worked well for Tim and I this year, giving us an extra hour to pack up our things before checking out of our room. We enjoyed our lazy morning, packing up slowly before entering the world again. The advertising campaign for the music festival was, "please come to Boston", the answer this year and in the future will always be a yes....especially if I can pack my earplugs.