One of the new places in the Wayland Town Center is a frozen yogurt place named Orange Leaf.
I had never heard of it – my wife told me they were opening one up there and it meant nothing to me.
But maybe it should have.
According to their website, Orange Leaf is ‘America’s Frozen Yogurt’.
And there are more than 250 stores open across the country, with 130 more coming soon.
There’s a new complex opened up in Wayland town center.
It’s called Wayland Town Center.
The old Wayland town center is just a big intersection of two big roads.
This Wayland Town Center is anchored by a Stop and Shop and has other stores and restaurants sprinkled through it.
And there’s a lot more coming.
Every year my school has a Community Service Day.
It’s a great event – every student and adult in the school is involved in some community service activity on a Friday in late May.
This is the third year, I think, that we’ve done it.
And this year, for the first time, I went to an off-campus site.
I was assigned, with another teacher and five students, to help out at the Boys and Girls Club in Allston, Massachusetts.
Today is May 23rd.
I know there’s something important about the date.
It could be that on May 23, 1999 I graduated Boston University.
It could be that on May 23, 2005 I graduated Lesley University as a graduate student.
It could be that one – or both – of those events happened on May 19th, and neither happened on this day.
But the reason I bring this up is that my mind used to be a steel trap for information like which day I graduated college.
Nowadays – it’s more like one of those cartoon nets that catch lions, when they spring up into the treetops from the ground.
It has a lot of holes.
This is a unique time for me:
I’m all caught up on my podcasts.
This includes the newest addition to my podcast subscriptions.
It’s called The Memory Palace.
It’s hosted by a guy named Nate DiMeo, who according to the show’s website, co-authored a book about Parks and Recreation.
He’s been doing this show for a bunch of years, I guess, and recently he was picked up by the Maximum Fun network of podcasts.
And that’s how I found out about it.
Historically I haven’t been much for the places that brew their own beer.
But on Saturday evening we went out to dinner at one of them – John Harvard’s.
There are a few John Harvard’s locations – it looks like a couple are in upstate (?) New York – but there’s one here in Framingham and another in Harvard Square.
We eat there (or, more accurately, get takeout from there) quite a bit, but I haven’t had a beer there in years.
I don’t think I liked it.
But on Saturday I did.
I’m not thrilled about doing a Boston tribute song on a day where the Rangers trail a series with the Bruins 2 games to none.
But this was the new music for the week, so here we are.
It’s a song called “Boston Strong”, and the artist is a guy named Young Beedah.
I read about it last week in – of all places – Sports Illustrated.
And it was in the strangest of contexts.
Thursday night was the series finale of The Office.
My wife and I watched it on DVR delay Friday night.
It was pretty good – like much of the recent history of the show it wasn’t the best TV I ever watched, but it also wasn’t terrible.
Still, I found it very touching.
And I think that’s due to a number of factors.
I don’t know what it is about this year.
Maybe trying New Things has made me smarter.
Or just luckier.
But if this sounds familiar, it’s because back in February I went on a long winning streak in one of my fantasy sports games.
And Friday night, I had another career-long streak in another game come to a screeching halt.
It looks like 17 is my new lucky number.
I don’t even know really if this is OK to write about.
We’re refinancing our mortgage.
And by “we” I mean “my wife” is refinancing our mortgage.
I’m just going along with it and signing the papers.
That’s not 100% true – I am trying to follow along with all of the information.
It’s just…finances. It’s a hard thing for me to wrap my head around.
But you know what I like less?
When the lawyer comes to our house for some signatures.