Taking whatever you can get

For weeks, months even, they stood as symbols of “oppression.”

Barriers connected by yellow police tape blocking off four parking spaces at the entrance to our normal walking trial taunted … people who couldn’t get into one of the two or three parking spaces that were available?

But then, they were gone.

And there was much rejoicing.

I’m obviously being facetious about being “oppressed,” but we did find it kind of vexing. The trail has been open all this time and isn’t exactly overrun with people to the point where four extra cars would have made all that much of a difference.

So we’re not really sure why the spaces were ever blocked off.

Plus that part of the trail is within walking distance of our house, anyway.

But who needs logic over things that don’t affect you at all when you have FREEDOM!!!!!

Beach neighborhood

It’s one of those places we probably only would have discovered due to our Walking Trail Wednesday adventures taking us farther afield than usual.

On one side of the trail is where we had just come from — a suburban road lined with suburban houses and suburban businesses.

But on the other is its own little neighborhood of beach houses and decks, not near the ocean or a large bay, but a pond. The separation from the surrounding area reminded me of an oceanside neighborhood near a place I used to work that was part of one town, but could only be accessed from another.


And just off the parking lot is the beach.

It’s not particularly large; after all, it’s at a pond with woods on either side. However, at midday when the temperatures were pushing 80 degrees, if not a little warmer, it’s an inviting spot.

We even saw a few people swimming in the pond … a little early for my taste, since the water couldn’t have been all that warm, but to each their own.

Even though there wasn’t a lot of space, it looked like the groups using the beach were trying to stay apart as much as they could.

The beach wasn’t “officially” open for the season yet, but other than a barrier which was easy to walk around and probably meant more for cars than people, anyway, it’s not like there were any efforts to keep people out.


The beachgoers were just the latest example of something we’ve seen lately.

It’s not a particularly scientific study — by which I mean not scientific at all — but it seems like we’ve noticed more cars, more activity in general, even before Massachusetts started reopening.

I don’t know what they were doing, but all of those people were going somewhere.  It’s like whatever percentage of “normal” life is out there, people are going out and getting it.

However, if the Boston Marathon is going to be cancelled, it goes to show that some bridges are just too far.

I also got an email from one of the leaders of the group I play pickleball with outdoors. The good news was that the town reopened the courts where we play at the beginning of this week, and the state’s guidelines even mentioned pickleball as a non-contact sport that would be acceptable.

However, there was also bad news.

The state guidelines also said “No permits should be issued for group gatherings and users should not engage in pickup games, (organized) games, or tournaments,” so the town isn’t going to assign days and times for us to play this spring and summer, and the people who usually coordinate our group won’t be putting anything together, either.

That may change as circumstances change, but I’m more curious to see if anyone tries to put something together on their own.

And also whether I’ll take anyone up on any offers they make.

How much “normal” am I willing to pursue?









3 thoughts on “Taking whatever you can get

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