Author: doug

We had homemade pizza for dinner.  We pre-made the dough last night in the bread machine, keeping it in the fridge overnight — it develops great flavor that way.  But I guess the container I chose was a little too small: by this morning, it was trying to escape.

I guess Indian Summer is late this year.  For late September in New England, this is positively hot.

I originally bought this french press because I wanted an occasional cup of coffee for the drive to work, and I didn’t want to haul out the big coffeemaker.

Over a year later, I’m still using it for that purpose — not every day, but frequently. I’ve gotten pretty good at it.

Parker has a new favorite place to be of late.  Unfortunately it makes it somewhat hard for me to use my computer.

This is my iPod.  Through inattention on my part, it ran out of podcasts on my drive in to work this morning.  This made me sad — I had to listen to radio, and there is no good radio in the mornings in Boston anymore.

Lis and I went walking in a cemetery today (yes, for the 2nd Sunday in a row).  Today we went to the famous Mt Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge/Watertown.

Painted turtles like this one are a common sight in & around just about any body of water in Massachusetts, but they are seldom calm enough around people to allow a good photo.

A bunch of friends joined me on Spectacle Island in Boston Harbor in celebration of my 40th birthday today.  We had perfect weather for it, and had a great time.  Here Jeff is helping launch Andrea’s kite.

My coworkers decorated my office for my 40th birthday today.

But this is nothing compared to my coworker Jan, who was “abducted” today for his Bachelors Party Weekend.

This is our old stove.  It was supposed to be replaced today, but the new one has not shown up at the warehouse yet. 

As a result, I did a stir fry (stir simmer?) on the old stove tonight.  I only had to check 3 times if I had maybe accidentally turned off the burner.

We’ve got a box w/ cat fleece in the kitchen for the time being, since we’re locking up the kitties at night until we’re through relocating their litterbox.

Winnie needs no encouragement to avail herself of the box.