This isn’t a project for me. It’s more like therapy. Writing is one of my happy places and even when I’m not entirely happy, it helps me get through the rough patches. I’m sharing this because I have something to say. Sometimes, I’ll have a lot to say. Other times, not much at all. Thanks for reading.
So…it looks like we’re getting out soon. Maybe. The messages are so confusing. My state opens on Monday, but my city and county remain closed. I haven’t been to the office since March 13. I’ve been communicating with colleagues, schools and kids over Zoom, phone calls, texts and emails. When I’m not working, “The playground is where I spend most of my days,” to quote the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I’ve found a few secluded spots to exercise. Sorry, I can’t share the locations. I need to keep them a secret for our collective safety and my personal sanity.
I miss sports, too. It’s baseball season and track season. It’s time for the playoffs in hockey and basketball. In their place, I’ve watched my favorite movies over and over again. What can I say? I’m a creature of habit. I started cutting my own hair again. About two weeks ago, it had gotten pretty bad. I went to the store looking like this:
I looked like a mix between an abolitionist and an extra from Colors. There have been good days and bad days. Mostly good. My family’s healthy, I’m employed and every day presents a new opportunity to make things better. I almost forgot. If you know a high school senior in the St. Louis area, please get them to turn in their application for the Carl Fricks Sportsmanship Scholarship. The deadline is Thursday, April 30.