A shower and a manhunt

I spent most of the last week in Maine, all starting with a wonderful shower thrown by Mom and MOH Moxie last weekend! Some lovely ladies, and one dapper groomsman, ate, laughed, and chatted with me and my family and friends while I awkwardly tried not to flash my grandmother as I opened gifts. There is an iconic picture of 5-year-old me who clearly hadn't learned to "sit like a lady" (read: legs splayed wide in a dress, thank God for thick tights) and it's a lesson I still struggle with.

I digress. The shower was delightful and people were extremely generous, but you'll have to wait for photographic evidence until Mom sends me some pictures. Spoiler alert: in them, I try on every gift I received that was even remotely wearable. Many of them at the same time.

After the shower Vader and  I stuck around in Maine for a few days to get wedding things done, and we're pretty thankful we did. The Boston marathon bombs went off about a mile from our apartment, and even now things are sealed off for the investigation with military police standing guard at cross streets that intersect Boylston St. We arrived yesterday morning, giving us enough time to check out the bombing area and get settled in before the current manhunt for the bombing suspect began overnight. As I am writing this, we're holed up in our apartment under orders from Boston PD to stay home until they locate the suspect at large. It's been quite a week for our city, and we are all looking forward to the end of the whole event.