That’s right, I will fly for fruit. The imported stuff is just so blah.
This time around, though, is the week of my bi-annual in-law pilgrimage to northwest Massachusetts and I’ll tell you, it’s truly all about the face-to-face. I’m writing this while my husband has gone out to wander around the ponds and trails of his youth but will have to post it when we go into town. I have zero bars of service on my iPhone and there’s no internet at his brother’s house, either–he’s given up on the prehistoric speeds of dial-up, won’t pay for satellite and can’t get DSL or cable. P.s. We’re only 85 miles from Boston. Continue reading