Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

I’m not super keen on Mother’s Day, but I am super keen about baseball. (If you read my blog regularly, you’re probably thinking, “Boy, does she belabor the obvious.”)

Anyway, I started this Mother’s Day by reading Heather Cox Richardson’s essay on the original Mothers’ Day movement in the late nineteenth century. You can read it here if you’re interested. And I hope you are.

https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com/p/may-11-2024

This afternoon Earl and I went to see the South Bend Cubs, a feeder team to Chicago’s Wrigley Field Cubs. It was the perfect day, weather-wise. Warm and breezy, but not too breezy. We had seats under a roof, so sun was not a problem. We also had the traditional hot dog, which was traditionally mediocre. But that’s what you do.

It was a great game, even though our farm team lost 4 to 2 in the tenth inning. On the way home, however, we learned the pro-Chicago Cubs won against Pittsburgh 5 to 4. Not a bad way to celebrate Mother’s Day.