
Saturday: MB woke me around 7:30. Sleepy, but up. Shower. Packed my car with guitar and other stuff. Left a note and headed out around 8:30. Found a bank in Medford. Picked up some breakfast at a fast food place. Gas, tipping the guy at the pump. Then to Arlington, taking an odd route. Got keys at Shawn's house, then to the practice space. Morning practices. Took a walk out and bought a few things at the CVS. A bit of guitar practice. Headed back home, finding a trash barrel for the fast food debris en route.
At the ranch, some socializing, then offered to give some folks a ride to Harvard Sq. Br, Kr and baby Z arrived there about 1 PM. They went to the Harvard Book Store. I headed off to do some shopping. Quite a lovely day for it. Lots of people, but not mobbed. Eventually wound up back at the office, and deposited my loot in the car. About 45 minutes of work, working out a very good hypotheses as to why a certain operation hasn't been functioning. Ran out of time before I could test my theory. Picked up Br, Kr, baby Z and Ad at the book store. Gave them a quick tour of the office. It turns out that Ad will be working in the same building as I do. This is a really quite an unlikely happenstance.
Back home, and lunch: Ziti with a delicious store-bought sauce my mom has found. Gave my mom some grief for telling me where to take noodles from out of the serving dish, but kept it playful. Then, some cookies that all who stayed home had spent the day frosting (MB had baked them in the morning). Clean up, Bb pitching.
Around 5, MB, my mom and I headed to OCBC for the Christmas service. MB did a long reading. Quite a lot of music, most of it very good. A funny little moment for me was watching the percussionist play "Little Drummer Boy." He was looking at sheet music for where to put little cymbal accents in (two quarter note hits between vocal phrases). I can't imagine this guy didn't know how the tune "Little Drummer Boy" goes. In his page turning (putting a drum-stick between his teeth in order to free up a hand) he managed to get out of sync by a measure, and put his little cymbal hits in the middle of a vocal phrase. Wouldn't he have been better off just listening? Irv's talk was heartfelt and on target.
Back home briefly, then out again, Bb following me to the Japanese restaurant in Porter Square. An enjoyable meal, MB and I skipping a main course, but having plenty of Edamame and vegetarian sushi. Mom tried Saki for the first time. Baby Z woke up at the end, and cooing ensued.
Back home, hanging out with Br, Kr, baby Z, mom and MB. Everyone but me and MB went to bed. Some milk and cookies. She went to sleep. Now Santa has a little work to do.