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Poem for Thursday and Hadley's Park


Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
By A.E. Housman

Twice a week the winter thorough
  Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
  For the young man’s soul.

Now in Maytime to the wicket
  Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
  Trying to be glad.

Try I will; no harm in trying:
  Wonder ’tis how little mirth
Keeps the bones of man from lying
  On the bed of earth.

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We woke to temperatures in the 30s on Wednesday and because of the wind chill it never got much warmer. I took a walk in the morning to a gym to do a Pokemon raid, then I was on Zoom for an hour and a half with my high school friends before lunch. The afternoon was not exciting, a bunch of chores, though we took a walk to enjoy the crisp air (chipmunks hibernating, bunnies hiding, squirrels trying to steal food). We did not watch any of the NBA draft, though we did hear about it via Google.

I was looking up the draft because of The Masked Singer -- coincidence? At the recommendations of one of my friends, we started watching The English Game, which I had thought was more about the history of English football and less about the social upheaval of the era. It has an awful lot of Julian Fellowes' worship of the myth of the benevolent aristocrat who fixes all social ills, but also a lot of interesting women, so we'll stick with it. Some fall color at Hadley's Park:

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