Sunshine Blogger Award

Bex of BEXoxoBlog was nice enough to nominate me for the Sunshine Blogger Award.

It’s not the first time someone looked past my ability to find dark clouds in silver linings, which I appreciate, and being nominated does come with responsibilities.

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Will Shaking Hands Ever Be Safe? | Forge

I do wanna shake your hand. It would bring me such an immense amount of relief if I could. But you’ll apologize if I’m not ready yet. Come too close and I might bite.
— Read on forge.medium.com/im-going-to-shake-your-hand-way-too-hard-58607b8d6ed7

I don’t remember the last time I shook someone’s hand. The closest may have been when someone gave me a fist bump (I was wearing gloves) the last time I played pickleball before everything shut down.

Adventures in learning to drive

I recently saw a humorous post from Bex over at BEXoxoBlog about cars and birthdays and learning to drive that inspired me to talk about some of my own experiences.

In addition to Spotify and Apple Podcasts, here are all the places you can listen.

Anchor

RadioPublic

Pocket Casts

Google Podcasts

Breaker

Could it be … baseball I can see?

Worcester, Massachusetts, is about 30 miles from my house.

The city has a team, the Bravehearts, that plays summers in the Futures Collegiate Baseball League … a league that, assuming it gets the official sign-off, will not only have games this summer, but games fans can attend.

Can you see what I’m getting at?

However, I’d still want to see what the rules are before I think about thinking about it. They’d better have a plan to require and enforce social distancing, for starters, and I’d be OK with masks, too, Continue reading “Could it be … baseball I can see?”

When there was nothing else, there was walking

I’ve always been more of a banana bread guy, but remember when making sourdough bread was a thing?

And toilet paper!?!? People were literally obsessed with finding toilet paper. It actually felt like a triumph to score some.

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Quarantine Dreamin’: A Perfect Post-Pandemic Weekend ‹ Dark Blue Journal ‹ Reader — WordPress.com

We took our customary stroll along the beach as the sun was setting – looking out for pretty shells that we look at then return to the sea. The water was nice and cool as it rippled around our feet, and the strong breeze cooled us down from the sun’s dying but hot rays.
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Any excursion that involves evenings at the beach is fine by me!

If you like Julie’s post, make sure you go over to Dark Blue Journal and give it some love!

Don’t even tell me if the world is ending

Hey, everyone, I’ve told you before … I do not want to know when I am going to die.

I don’t care if it’s 30 years from now due to whatever it is people die from when they’re almost 80, or the end of the world in four days.

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