CaptainAwkward.com ([syndicated profile] captainawkward_feed) wrote2025-08-12 12:46 am

August Boston meetup!

Posted by BostonCAmeetup

Let’s have another Boston meetup! 

When: Saturday, August 16th, 2025 at 1pm

Where: Cambridge Common, in Cambridge, MA, near the Civil War Monument

Closest T stop is Harvard Square on the Red Line. Cambridge Common is a 5-10 minute walk.

The Civil War Monument is the big statue in the center of Cambridge Common, with lots of benches around (but no tables).

Accessibility notes: The park has good pathways to the area where we’re meeting, but no bathrooms in the park. Best nearby public restrooms are in the MBTA station.

I’ll be sitting on one of the benches and I’ll have with me a Catbus plushie (from My Neighbor Totoro). I’ll probably be working on a crochet blanket.

If the weather forecast wildly changes and we have to move indoors, weather location is the Harvard Art Museum Cafe, in the central atrium of 32 Quincy Street.

Feel free to bring any crafts, games, puzzles, etc to work on or share. I’ll also have some art supplies and paper to share.

If you have questions, comments, or are trying to find us, you can reach me at bostonCAmeetup AT gmail DOT com.

smitten kitchen ([syndicated profile] smittenkitchen_feed) wrote2025-08-06 03:56 pm

grilled chicken salad with cilantro-lime dressing

Posted by deb

What did we get up to while our kids’ time away overlapped for two weeks this summer? Did we go on vacation? Did we party every night? The truth is honestly embarrassing, so middle-aged coded, Deb of the early Smitten Kitchen years would rage and weep. [“You promised you wouldn’t get lame!”] I got… orthotics. And even worse than considering this newsworthy, I love them. I caught up on appointments. I challenged myself to finish books before they were overdue at the library and occasionally pulled it off. Sometimes I drank an entire 8 glasses of water and went to bed by 10:30pm. Sure, we went out. We had uninterrupted conversations. We drank Hugo spritzes. We saw dogs playing in a kiddie pool set up in front of an open fire hydrant and lamented that the kids were missing it, then reloaded their last locations and photos from the camp stream a million more times. We said things to each other like, “I miss the kids, but not parenting.” I watched this clip and it emotionally wrecked me. I’d sleep through my alarm in the morning and nobody was there to tell me I make weird faces in my sleep or that they’d promised they’d bring homemade treats to school that day. Friends, it was wild.

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