Author: doug

Newton puts on a pretty good fireworks show, and it’s just a short distance from our house. But this year both of us have to work tomorrow so we elected to stay home. Fortunately we can see (and certainly smell) the show at least somewhat from our front porch.

Some of my coworkers didn’t really understand what it would mean to work in downtown Boston. This evening some of us went to the Trillium beer garden on the Greenway, then I had a lovely walk over to meet up with Lis for the trip home. Ahh, *that’s* why you people were excited to move.

I treated myself to a salt pig, handmade from Etsy, to make application of salt during cooking more convenient. I had tried out the concept with a functional-but-ugly jar & scoop on the counter, and found it much better than keeping salt in a cabinet.

 

This warning label came with some cardboard cat scratchers. I want to know what the hell happened to engage the lawyers to this extent.

It’s summer now: the daylilies are blooming.

One of the newly-found benefits of working downtown is the Tuesday/Thursday summer farmer’s market that I basically walk right through on my way to the train in the evening. Tonight I picked up some arugula and basil to enhance my dinner.

A few folks from my office went out to lunch in Chinatown today.

… from my new workplace. The grand old building center of frame is none other than South Station.

Today was my last day at my desk of the last seven or so years. I will miss the view — both from my desk (of downtown Quincy Center) and from our big conference room (of Boston Harbor and Hull). But our new office is in downtown Boston and I’m excited for the brand-new-construction office space (my first in 25 years), for the bustling, happening location (downtown Boston, estimated 400 restaurants within a 1 mile radius), and especially for the hour+ of commute time per day I will regain.

These are coasters I collected at yesterday’s beer fest. Now I can go through the house and discard warped and stained coasters from years past. And to certain of my friends I will note: not a one of these wound up in my jacket lining.