Changes

The more things change ... I returned to my old second home, Star Market/Shaw's on Comm Ave., last week and was shocked to learn that the whole place had been remodeled! It was only in April that I moved, and while I now do my weekly grocery shopping in other Star Market locations, I find it hard to believe that I haven't been back to this one in a long enough time that it gave the store a chance to totally change and look completely different. And don't get me wrong: It looks great! I really enjoyed walking up and down the aisles discovering where all the foods had moved to. Yes, I know it's totally lame to be excited about a supermarket's new look, but I spent a lot of time here during the first 11 years of my Boston residency, so I considered this a big deal.

The more they stay the same ... Alright, I finally have to post something about this: My new next-door neighbor plays an instrument. A guitar. Or at least I think it's a guitar. It sort of sounds more like a banjo. But it's an instrument nevertheless. And he plays it a lot. Like, every night. However, things are different now. For one thing, a guitar (even one that sounds sort of like a banjo) is not nearly as bad as a violin. Or a flute, for that matter. Secondly, it's not like it's soooo loud that it interferes with my TV-watching like the playing did in my old place. And finally — also most importantly — I've met my neighbor and he's a nice guy. So if I was ever that annoyed by his playing, I'm sure he'd stop, even though I know he doesn't have somewhere else to go. So I'm going to keep a positive, tolerant, flexible attitude about this. Still, it's totally amusing to me that I've moved next to another instrument player. What luck I have.

Ah well. As the saying goes, the more things change, the more they stay the same.