Clump #232: Clear out mail basket; day 28 of the 30-day challenge.
I am so tired. Before I fall asleep at the keyboard, here’s a small clump I forced myself to sort through. A pile of old papers is like an archeological dig … on the top, my Rosamunde Pilcher collection of novels that our younger daughter fished out of the basement for my post-surgical recovery (I actually chose to read Maeve Binchy, also cozy reading, featuring tea-drinking characters from the British Isles), and the “trashy” book my husband bought in the airport for vacation … ah, memories.
And, after, with a few remaining papers for discussion:
One reason I’m feeling so exhausted is a bit of work on behalf of our neighborhood association. When I was in Boston this summer I took a walk through the Beacon Hill neighborhood. My Fodor’s guide book recommended a tour that took me through Louisburg Square, below. Huh. I just googled it to make sure of the spelling and found a Wikipedia entry saying that “the square has been mistakenly assumed to be private property but is, in actuality, owned by the City of Boston …” Who are you going to believe, Wikipedia or Fodor’s? My guidebook said Louisburg Square was the first Homeowner’s Association in the United States. I got a kick out of that.
It’s a U-shaped collection of very exclusive homes with a small park in the center. One home is owned by John Kerry.
Louisa May Alcott died in another (not necessarily this one)
If, indeed, they do have a Homeowner’s Association, I wonder how much they pay in dues?
And what issues come up at their meetings? Doorway beautification requirements?
Tempests in tea pots, all. And speaking of tea, more tea please!