No Swim. No bike. No run post. Violins Instead

I have a new room mate. He was born in 1911. Do the math. You'd never know it and probably wouldn't believe it unless you saw it yourself. An anomaly for sure. Speaks 6 languages. A world renown violinist. A professor for 40 years at Boston University and still teaching. A very busy social schedule that puts mine to shame. We eat with cloth napkins and usually have wine with dinner along with very engaging conversation about many things I have never seen in the world or known about music. Quick witted and very funny. We share meals and Polish heritage. I am enjoying my new living situation, one that requires me to do nothing but live in a house with a very self sufficient ( with housekeepers massage therapists, and grad students who come to learn ) and one who still drives better than most in Massachusetts. A unique and special person that triggers my natural ability to nurture as if he was my own family. He reminds me of my Polish grandfather I lost while in college.

Things happen for a reason as strangely as they may appear. I am enjoying this. It softens the edges of the hard reality of a stress fracture in a foot on the cusp of a triathlon season.

Here are a few images of my companion, housemate, surrogate grandfather. Featured in many publications, including this most recent one.
An artistic portrait

Often I hear this playing from the music room

A book he is featured inside as a teacher

A sample of what's in the library

walls filled with memorabilia