Nothing especially interesting happened this week …
Really, everything was rather humdrum …
Nothing much to see here …
Hopefully your week was a bit more exciting …
WHAT I WROTE
When there was nothing else, there was walking — Walking made a small world just a little bit bigger.
Could it be … baseball I can see? — A lot would have to go right, but it would be tempting.
WHAT I TALKED ABOUT
Learning to drive had a few twists and turns.
STUFF I READ
Quarantine Dreamin’: A Perfect Post-Pandemic Weekend (Dark Blue Journal) — Food and multiple trips to the beach … I can dig it!
What’s Love Got to Do With It? (Rachael McDaniel for FanGraphs) — “Because love of the game, of course, is never just love of the game: it is love of a values system, of a country, of a certain team, of a certain aesthetic, a certain style of play, a crystalline idea held in the hands — look how it glitters; look how we treasure it, how, when the light hits it just so, you can think of nothing else other than its beauty.” Lord … she is so good.
Going to the Library During a Pandemic (Strikeouts + Sprinkles) — I must confess that I’m kind of disappointed Becky didn’t hug all the books.
Just Let Me Say This About That … (The Baseball Bloggess) — Baseball is coming back, and she has thoughts.
Always Happy When It Rains (The Return of the Modern Philosopher) — Rain isn’t my favorite thing, but we could use some these days.
Things That I Didn’t Know Were On My Bucket List: Study Abroad Edition (Buffalo Sauce Everywhere) — If “stay up all night” is one of them, you know it’s a big deal.
Simple pleasures (Smelly Socks and Garden Peas) — Sometimes, that’s what you need.
The People We Call ‘Blog Friend’ (The Captain’s Speech) — Something I never thought could happen.
Living A Lazy Life (Rosie Culture) — I think we all feel that way sometimes.
Still feels like Monday (Millennial Life Crisis) — They never end.
TWEETS I LIKED
It’s Sugarland … automatic like.
I’m pretty sure it’s Massachusetts state law that every town has one. In the town next to ours, there’s one a few hundred yards before the town line, like they threw it in at the last minute.
Seeing my family would be first priority, but this also makes me feel like going to New York.
I remember this toy well.
If he doesn’t know … it can’t be known.
AND NOW, A SONG TO CLOSE US OUT
For no particular reason …