I knew I was going to get fired.
I tend to be a bit paranoid, especially after having been fired from a job, but this didn’t feel like paranoia.
This one, I felt like I had earned.
I may never try it again.
I may regret trying it once.Continue reading “The week gone by — June 14”
“The recovery will affect who travels, where they go, how they get there, how much it will cost, and what they’ll experience on the way.”
— Read on www.bostonglobe.com/2020/06/11/lifestyle/how-travel-will-be-different-after-pandemic/
I’m itching to be able to travel again, but I’m not sure when I’d be willing to get on a plane to do it, and I love planes. I even love airports!
Although being on lockdown has been pretty grueling on balance, the surprise is that many of us have realized there are some things about quarantine life that are worth preserving. We’re questioning the very fundamentals of the “normal” we’d all come to unthinkingly accept — and realizing we don’t want to go back, not to that.
— Read on www.vox.com/future-perfect/2020/6/9/21279258/coronavirus-pandemic-new-quarantine-habits
I’m not sure of anything I’m hoping to carry with me after quarantine other than trying harder to be calm about things I can’t control, this is still an interesting list.
What have you learned or done during quarantine that you hope to continue after it’s over?
Not to get too inside baseball about how I do this here blog, but on Wednesdays I either post something I wrote years ago or something based on what I’ve written before — hence the “Written in Past Lives” tag.
Unless there’s something specific that I know I want to revisit, I basically just poke through my old stuff to see if there’s something that grabs my attention.
Which brings me to last August.
My pal Savannah over at Sunshine With Savannah was good enough to nominate me for The Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award.
Who, you might ask, is Vincent Ehindero? He’s a blogger “with the zeal to make people smile.”
And Savannah is one of my first and best blogging buddies, and so I’m happy and grateful that she nominated me.
How does a white man shake hands with a Black man?
For most of us, that’s probably a rhetorical question, or at least one we don’t think about.
But as David Halberstam wrote in “October 1964,” it was a question Bob Gibson asked his St. Louis Cardinals teammate Tim McCarver, who grew up in segregated Memphis.
McCarver said he didn’t know. I’ll let Halberstam take it from here.
It was just a month ago that Suzi and I were cutting down last year’s remnants of the bushes in front of our house.
In the weeks since then, we’ve noticed new, green growth replacing the brown, but all of a sudden, I looked out the window to see everything fully grown.
While I wish I could say I’m thinking of the new growth and regeneration as the metaphor, it’s more the suddenness on my mind over having just turned 48.