Hey, the world didn’t end Friday night! That’s a relief — though I probably could have skipped this deadline if the Mayan prophesy had panned out. Still, today we should all feel a little bit like Ebenezer Scrooge, who wakes up on Christmas morning thrilled to learn that he is alive, and even better, that the three ghosts visited him all in one night, so he can still enjoy the holiday nog at his nephew’s house party.
It’s never a bad time to count your blessings, but the pending apocalypse provided a particular moment of reflection. At least, it put me in mind of the many people and things I would miss if the world had ended Friday. Raindrops on roses didn’t make the list, but the icy waters off Plum Island Sound on a steamy August day, the first crocus, the throaty sound a cello makes . . . these are the things I’d mourn should obliteration come:
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I swam in the Charles. I skated on the Charles. I also went to the July 4th Esplanade when you could get there 30 minutes before it started and park on Storrow Drive.
If the world had ended I'd have read my last column by Renee Loth, so it wouldn't have been all bad.
i am grateful for the opportunity to point out to Ms. Loth that "prophesy" (verb) in her second sentence should be "prophecy" (noun).
There are so many things to be grateful for in this time. The beaches' infinite waves...blue skies...music that I choose...my pets...Thank you for reminding me that there are so many favorite things.