The week gone by — June 6

The night before my birthday, Suzi and I went out to dinner with my parents.

Massachusetts had lifted its restrictions that day, and when I called ahead for seating, I found out that fully vaccinated people (which we all were) didn’t have to wear masks.

I was giddy.

It was actually a little out of character for me, because I carry a mask with me even when I don’t have to wear one, just in case, and have no problem if a business or the people I’m around want me to put one on.

But along with being in the house with my parents unmasked, it felt like I could just do a thing again for the first time in a long time.

And that’s what it feels like now, like we can just do things again, whether it’s going back to the gym for the first time in more than a year or Austin or Vee going to the grocery store without masks or anxiety. (Suzi also went grocery shopping without a mask last week, and while she liked it, she misses the directional arrows in the aisles because she said anarchy ensued without them.)

It’s not perfect yet. I’ll do it, but the thought of being shoulder-to-shoulder with people at a baseball game, show or concert still has me feeling a little hinky, and Rosie has been feeling a bit of anxiety, but it’s hard to believe how far we’ve come.

If you haven’t been vaccinated yet, I highly recommend it as soon as you can. It’s pretty cool.

The picture above is one Suzi took of me on my birthday. That’s what 49 looks like, fluffy hair, crooked smile and all.


My return to the gym was the only thing I wrote about last week, so we move on … .

Kristian celebrated her niece’s first birthday: “ … perhaps she’ll touch a bitter heart who can’t see past the color of her skin, maybe she’ll be the one to break through because it is impossible to look at Ivy and not see the light that radiates from her soul.“

Everyone has heard of “This Is Your Life,” right? Eric imagines something that could be called “This Was Your Life,” and you do not want to be a guest.

According to Renata, her bedroom is just a bit of a mess.

Being a sports fan can suck so bad sometimes. Just ask Paul.

Giggles won’t be able to see her students in person again.

Lindsay takes another crack at reaching Boris Johnson, this time about longer school days. I wish her luck … because she’ll need it.

Jeff explains that being a parent is about saying “no,” until it’s about saying “yes.”

Becky was just a little bit busy last month.

Cama writes that while it’s important to try and improve, it’s OK to rest on your laurels once in a while.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say Bex had a good time in Nashville.

Alexis had a happy reunion with a friend.

This was supposed to be satire, right?


Most of us will be getting lots of opportunities to practice.

Getting ghosted (especially after an interview) is probably worse than either, but I can vouch that getting a rejection letter in 10 minutes is especially not-fun.

Going to the airport in Newark gave me a bad impression of New Jersey that subsequent trips to the state have not rectified.

Quality baseball content like Jackie’s will always have a home. Speaking of which, RJ also provides quality baseball content.

It must be amazing for someone as legendary as Steven Gerrard to know he shares a birthday with me. (OK, so he doesn’t actually know … and he’s him and I’m me … but I had it first.)

I’d take six … just in case.

Often, plus I was reading unpublished drafts the other day and realized why most of them never escaped drafts.

Guilty conscience much, telemarketer person?

All the time.

I am very open to @#$%ing up anyone who messes with Suzi. It may not be throwing hands, but I have some good revenge fantasies.



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