This is just liable to be pretty jumbled. I have a few things I’m thinking of, and they are all over the place. My mind can be a dangerous and confounding place.
I’m just really glad to see Major League Baseball back in the public eye. The world seems better off when there are box scores to check every morning. The smell of fresh cut grass is such a strong memory with me that I swear I can smell it watching TV.
That said, I wonder if I am deluding myself in thinking that the 2020 baseball season is a good thing. In the case of professional athletes the circles of contact and contagion can get really large really fast.
I’m wondering if a little ‘harmless’ national delusion in a time of pandemic is a good or bad thing, and how far we can carry our delusions.
A couple of years ago I conscientiously made time for me to be able to read every day. I’ve read a lot of fluff and a fair amount of ‘higher class’ stuff. I really think reading is good for me mentally and improves my writing at the same time.
I made a pledge to ‘re read’ John Steinbeck. I finished his whole catalog by the time I graduated High School in 1969. What started as an experiment to see what his impact on the older me might be is looking to be a full time obsession.
OMG. I had forgotten (or never realized) how terrific his writing really is. The prose is just magnificent and the choice of words is exquisite. I started with Tortilla Flat and I am completely in love with reading for pleasure. Again.
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The bread machine isn’t anywhere near mankind’s great inventions. We have an elaborate mission to Mars leaving this week for God’s sake. But for a casual bumpkin like me, it’s pretty darn cool.
I throw some miscellaneous stuff in the thingy, plug it in and hit the button. Two and a half hours later my house smells terrific and in half an hour I can have a nice thick slice of fresh bread slathered in butter. Life is truly good.
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Our minimum temperatures are completely out of control this year. We’ve had something like 17 days in July over 90f (32.22C). What does that have to do with a ‘65 Thunderbird?
I had to postpone a chance to get my hands and a screwdriver on my friend’s Bird. The brake lights aren’t working on anything like a regular basis. It’s a safety issue so I get to find and fix the problem. But it’s just too hot to work on a car even before the sun is up. Uggh
23 and Me not only found my birth family this year, they put out a study on the genetic consequences of the slave trade in the Americas. It’s not pretty, but probably worth reading, the article is here.
Here’s my feeling on wearing a mask during the CV19 pandemic: It’s simple courtesy for my fellow humans. Wear the damn mask in public, it works. And thank you from another traveller on this journey.
Want to do something fun on Hive? Take a swing at@galenkp ‘s Friday Engagement Party or whatever he calls it. It’s a chance to be totally silly and engage with a whole bunch of equally silly hivers. All in good fun with a chance to win some Hive.
Well, I’m not empty, but that is representative of what’s stirring around in my brain today. Thanks for reading it through.
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