Get back up


It’s Friday morning, the first day of August. In July I only put 10 posts in this space, although I did write some other things that appeared elsewhere on the web.

I didn’t write as much as I normally do because other things were going on in my life, and taking the time to sit down and sort it all out here seemed a bit self-indulgent. Nobody cared about this but me, of course, but I had some things to get right before I could get back to doing this. After all, if you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding.

Since I’m at an ice skating rink, as I so often am, an ice skating analogy feels appropriate here. It was as if I had fallen on the ice for this summer. More accurately, it felt like I had been knocked down. And I needed to get back up in order to move ahead.

Nobody likes to be down like that. But remaining in that state is not an option, either. However it happens, and whatever it takes, the end result has to be getting back up. And it feels as if this has happened in my case.

It’s onward and upward from here…..

It’s time for me to try


Today I got some shocking news about my older daughter’s first caregiver. I hadn’t seen her in more than a decade, but the news of her sudden passing over the weekend brought memories flooding back to me. Her name was Amy, and I am grateful to her for taking care of my daughter once upon a time.

I’m just a few days away from a birthday myself, and for the first time¬†I’m thinking about the possibility that it could be the last one I’ll ever have. I suppose that’s ¬†also been the case for every birthday I’ve had, but this is the first time that I’ve ever contemplated that possibility. I doubt that Amy knew her last birthday wouldn’t have any more to follow, but that’s how it turned out. I wonder how we would react if we had that knowledge in advance. It would be much better to act as if a birthday could be the last one, than to know this for certain.

I’ve written several posts ruminating on the deaths of people I don’t know: Clarence Clemons, MCA, Darryl Kile, and probably many others. Last fall I also reflected on the murder of one of my former students. And today I think about the passing of a person that I hadn’t seen in a very long time. I’m reminded that my own time will come some day. Everyone’s will, whether we choose to think about it or not.

The age that I’ll get to, hopefully, in a few days will be the same age that Freddie Mercury was when he died. And the same age that Natasha Richardson was when she died from a skiing injury. And many other people, known and unknown, who made it to 45, but not to 46. With this in mind, I’m going to suspend writing any new material for this blog. Maybe I’ll come back to it someday, and maybe I won’t.

So why am I walking away from something I enjoy so much? The short answer is I had a flash of inspiration today, and I want to follow that to see where it leads. Otherwise, I’ll never know for certain. Following a voice is one way to put it, but I can verify that there will be no ball fields built in the corn (and I couldn’t resist the Field of Dreams reference, either).

In a little less than two years, I’ve created–and essentially donated–hundreds of images and a few hundred thousand words to the digital archive that we call the Internet. And I’ve loved doing it, too. Now I’m going to see if I can parlay that into something else. And in case it matters, I’ve always wanted to use the word parlay in this space, and now I’ve accomplished that.

The Rolling Stones once told us that “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find you get what you need.” So now’s the time to try. All the best to anyone who reads this.

April is here at last

It’s finally April, at least on the calendar. It feels like April was here a few weeks ago, or maybe like April never came at all this year.

But no amount of warm weather could bring the baseball season any earlier. Spring training is an annual ritual, which must be carried through to its completion. But the end is finally in sight.

Next weekend will find us all at the start of a new season. There will be surprises and storylines aplenty, and every day will bring new opporunities for history to be made.

Last night, as the Final Four was unfolding on television, I started to talk about baseball. I put forth my theory that unlike basketball and football, baseball is an everyday sport. You couldn’t have another sports league survive with the business model that baseball has. Injuries would destroy the players’ pool, but public apathy would set in pretty quick, too.

When a player has a great game, or a lousy one, they don’t have a chance to linger on it for too long. There’s another chance the next day. That’s the best I can do to explain the appeal of this game for me.

I sometimes see people wearing “Baseball is life” t-shirts. I don’t entirely believe in this sentiment, but I’m happy to point out the similarities between them from time to time.

Happy baseball season to one and all.

Trying to get used to this

I always talk about change on this site. You might say that it’s an overarching theme of this blog, and l wouldn’t dispute it. Change is what we do in life. So why is this new smartphone bugging me so much? And whoever came up with autocorrect…well, it can apparently read my mind at least some of the time.

I can see that an adjustment period will be in order, though. And tapping on the screen repeatedly won’t make this thing go any faster. It’s like an elevator, I suppose. People once had to get used to them, too.