The week gone by — May 31

The Little League I played in is refunding fees, but hopes to have a delayed season later this summer if it’s safe.

Other leagues, however, have already cancelled their seasons.

I am trying to think of what I would have been like if, between the ages of 8 and 12, my parents had said I wouldn’t be able to play baseball that summer.

After all, I used to get mad at rainouts, and all that meant was we’d probably have to make it up that Saturday.

Heck, I used to get angry if practice was rained out.

I wasn’t great through my high school years, either, if a game was called off, and pretty miserable into adulthood if something prevented my weekly volleyball game.

Losing pickleball can make me cranky.

But when I was a kid, all I wanted to do was go to the baseball field, whether it was my practices and games or my brother’s after I got too old to play.

And I didn’t follow the news when I was a kid. I probably would have had some vague idea of the reason why I had been home from school for months, but I think messing with my Little League would have made me miserable.

Image by Keith Johnston from Pixabay.

STUFF I WROTE

Life will look different someday — It’s the First World problem of First World problems … letting your bored mind wander and ask “Is this all it will ever be?”

Not liking them Apples — What happens when you’re not a fan of the latest Greatest Album Ever?

Taking whatever you can get — It seems like we’re seeing a lot more people out and about lately, and they’re going … somewhere.

Surprise! Surprise! — Why was I predicting a blizzard on May 30? Plus a story of me being really dense 30 years ago. (I’m also hoping this one inspires a lot of other posts.)

STUFF I READ

My 27th Lap Around The Sun (Rosie Culture) — Happy birthday, Rosie!

When Lockdown Is Lifted (LifeInPostcards) — Gym, dinner with family and travel … sounds pretty good to me, especially since the travel includes Edinburgh.

In which I make it up the hill (Witty Written Word) — The most I walk is three miles, and I struggle with the hill at the end, so I can respect this.

I got a job! (Millennial Life Crisis) — Some big news for Vee.

Why men are idiots when it comes to being single and mental health (A Dating Dad) — Let’s be honest … in a lot of ways, he could have stopped after “idiots.”

Celebrate Yourself (Exquisitely) — Good advice.

Saving Bells and Selling Turnips (Buffalo Sauce Everywhere) — I’ve never played, but supposedly, the point of Animal Crossing is to relax. I’m not sure Renata has figured this out yet.

I Was Supposed to be at Fenway Park Today (Strikeouts + Sprinkles) — Even though I’m a Yankees fan, Becky has my sympathies.

Considering a Return to School (Smelly Socks and Garden Peas) — I don’t have kids, but I’d hate to have to make this decision if I did.

Class of 2020, thinking of you (Sunshine With Savannah) — All of a sudden, their worlds got turned upside down.

The Faces (Stories I’ve Never Told) — I don’t think I have face-blindness, but I sometimes struggle with putting names to faces, and it stinks.

Any Ol’ Game: May 25, 1935, Boston Braves at Pittsburgh Pirates (The Baseball Bloggess) — Sometimes “random” games end up being not all that random.

Neighborhood Casting Call for ‘Quarantine’s End: A Play In 856 Acts’ (Kara Baskin for McSweeney’s) — Perhaps the only missing role is Person Who Eats All The Banana Bread, which will be all mine. Otherwise, this is aces.

TWEETS I LIKED

“Let’s talk in my office.” Applies to all situations, all professions, and whether you’re the person asking to talk or the one being talked to.

I’ll take two.

OK, I’ll share with him (and Idina Menzel and a few others).

I don’t even really need to know what the question is.

The best way to do pizza crust with cauliflower is to order a pizza and put the cauliflower someplace where it can never be seen again … but I don’t think that’s what she was looking for.

There are worse ways to wake up.

11 thoughts on “The week gone by — May 31

  1. Sure, I like that you shared my post. Thank you for that … it means someone actually read it (besides me, of course). But, thank you, even more, for your sweet weekly curation of the posts you read … it’s a nice opportunity for me to visit bloggers I haven’t yet discovered.

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  2. I think I only ever missed 1 game of baseball as a kid, and that’s because I was on an overnight field trip with school. I hated that I missed the game. The team lost without me – we only lost 3 games that year. It was hard for me to understand how so many kids could skip so many practices and games and not care. Those two nights a week in the summer were always what I looked forward to. Can’t imagine not having it.

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    1. My brother is four years younger than me, so my last year was his first. His league played Monday, Wednesday and Friday, while mine played Tuesday and Thursday, so I was at the park four or five nights a week, and I loved it.

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      1. That’s awesome. I think mine was Tuesday and Wednesday, or sometimes Tuesday and Thursday. On nights I didn’t play, sometimes my Dad and I would walk to a local park to watch a different baseball league play.

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