Today, Things Happened
There are frequently crickets in the basement of my parent’s home, which nobody likes to kill. So, after accidentally amputating the legs off one too many crickets in attempts to remove them from the premises, my mother devised a system whereby a check box (remember checks?) is used to scoop up the crickets. Recently, my dad was trying to save a cricket, so he asked after the whereabouts of this box. He found it. It’s labeled in permanent marker: “Box for catching/releasing crickets.”
Speaking of crickets (and by that, I mean I have no transition at all), a personal trainer at Lifetime had two women standing on squishy half sphere exercise platforms. They were hitting each other repeatedly with long foam sticks.
And speaking of war, I drove by protesters today on University Avenue. One of the signs stuck out: “Let’s be friends with the world again.”