I’ve really been enjoying my time in Boston.
It’s been a good conference. It makes such a difference to have the kids grown. I’ve still been on call for M (“what sort of thing should I use to melt the butter for my artichoke?”), but it is so much easier to focus on work now, and to be able to be prepared enough to not feel constantly one step behind.
It also helps that I am now one of the old people here. I realized that other people now see me as an experienced old person, the way I used to see all the people who have now retired. Odd.
I didn’t stay in the conference hotel because I was trying to save money. I go back and forth about this. It’s nice to be able to roll out of bed and take the elevator to the meetings. But it’s also nice to have an excuse to walk through the city, often at odd hours.
This time I have really enjoyed that. The weather has been perfect. We’re close to a lively shopping street, and I walk home through crowds of people in their summer dresses and shorts strolling the streets. Crowds of people — college kids, families with little kids, people speaking French — it’s wonderful. That is a thing I miss about a warm summer — that lovely languid feeling of being outside late at night in the warm night.
Anyway, I’m packing up to go now, even though I’m here through the evening.
I’ve had a good time.