The Boston Diaries

The ongoing saga of Sean Conner, who doesn't live in Boston, nor does he even like Boston, but yet named his weblog/journal “The Boston Diaries.”

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Thursday, May 28, 2026

The one day I park on the top level of a parking garage

I arrive at the hospital parking garage. For the past few days I've been able to park on the second, maybe third level of the garage. But today is different. As I'm driving, there are no open parking spots that aren't reserved for doctors or handicapped people. I drive through the second level, the third level, I'm beginning to get worried as I drive through the fourth level, and by the time I hit the fifth and final level, I'm afraid I'm going to have to drive backwards down the parking garage as I don't think there's enough space for a three point turn. Maybe a thousand point turn, but at that point, it might be easier to drive backwards. But there, at the very top, was the final parking spot of the garage, still empty.

Sigh.

Now the parking garage is attached to the hospital. There's a stairwell with some elevators leading down to the lobby of the hospital. Of course, these elevators are for the garage—there's a separate set of elevators in the lobby for the rooms of the hospitals, so each day, I take the garage elevator down, head to the front desk to check in, then head to the guest elevators to the rooms, which are next to the garage elevators.

When leaving, it's just heading down to the first floor, walk some two dozen feet to the garage elevators, and head back up.

I say this, because at no time when parking do you leave an unroofed area, except when you park on the fifth level of the garage! When I was left this evening, I get to the fifth level of the parking garage, open the door to enter the parking garage proper, and find myself looking into a solid wall of rain.

And of course, my car is at the far end of the level.

Sigh.

A hospital concert

I think I found the reason why the hospital parking garage was full. I arrive to the lobby to the sound of bag pipes. Down the hall was a Scottish pipe band making the rounds of the hospital. Had I known there would be a concert ongoing, I might have tried to come earlier for a better parking spot. I'm also surprised I didn't hear them in the parking garage.

In other news, Bunny is doing well. It still hurts when she moves, but other than that, not much else to report, other than the doctors expect it to take six to eight weeks for her to fully heal her broken shoulders.

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