Lent--Day Twelve

Unexpected time with loved ones. My apartment is for sale, which means that every once in a while I get kicked out of it. Today was such a day, and my first instinct was to go hang out at a cafe, but I'd been meaning to go outlet-shopping for literally months, so I decided to finally do it. I called my mother, just to catch up, and she noted that I was more than halfway to her house once I got to the outlets, and I should stop by for dinner (my family still does old-fashioned Sunday dinner, at 2 pm). So I did, and it was fantastic. My mother made the best pork roast I have ever had in my life, and it was a good, well-balanced meal such as I would never in seven million years make for myself, and it reminded me of why I moved back to New England. It isn't just that I adore Boston, it's that it made afternoons like this one possible.