A January picnic

In an attempt to save my writing muscle, which is atrophying at an alarming rate, here I am with my first post, throwing my blog into the ring. After weeks of mulling it over, fretting over a name, and generally procrastinating to the point of ridiculousness, I decided today would be Post One.

Still, I may have been second guessing myself when I got on the bus to come home from work, because hey, this is putting yourself out there, when this woman boards the bus with a picnic basket. I live in New England. And it’s winter. Snow has blanketed the region. There is no reason for her to have a picnic basket in the middle of January. “Going on a picnic?” I ask. “I had to bring in food for a work party,” she tells me. I take it as a sign that I’ve picked the right name for my blog and that I’d better get this picnic started.

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