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Quentin turned two months old and went on his first road trip. We went to visit Josh’s parents, and while you can normally leave a guinea pig alone for a day or two with food and water, he’s still a bit too little to stay alone. So we packed the same amount of gear that we used to bring when the kids were little (little carrier and big carrier and playpen and toys and food and and and) and jumped in the car.

He was a joy in the car (he mostly slept) and took a few hours to get comfortable in a different house, but he was a good roommate — I had some fears that he would want to play at 2 am because he could see us — and after his nightly zoomies around the playpen, he went into his big carrier and slept until morning. Road trip plus: Justine got to meet him and give him a cuddle.

I love that he’s such a chill pig and game for any adventure. Plus, I literally feel my body calm when I’m stroking his back. He’s a great travel companion.

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We went to a town on the eastern shore to read by the water. When we sat down on the benches, it became apparent that the group of people standing on the bank were scattering someone’s ashes. They were taking turns opening plastic bags and dumping the ashes into the water. Later, they climbed up onto the grass and continued to catch up with one another now that the ceremony was over.

I’ve scattered ashes myself, but it was my first time witnessing another group releasing ashes. I found it oddly moving to get to bear witness to an ending.

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Our local library system holds a yearly summer reading program. I participated in it as a kid. They’ll put your name up at the local library if you read the requisite number of books.

This year, the library invited adults to participate, too. We don’t get our name up at the local branch, but if you read six books, you get a coupon for ice cream and stickers. We signed up as a family, and if we reach our reading goal, I’ll cut out paper stars and put our names up in the kitchen. You need to take the wins where you can.

It’s Friday the 13th, and as always, I have the compulsion to point that out in the Roundup when the date aligns. It’s not as if you don’t have a calendar or that the date even means anything. But I got it out of my system. Carry on.

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

And now the blogs…

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But first, second, helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. To read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• None… sniff.

Okay, now my choices this week.

Scientist on the Roof muses about what it’s like to be an extrovert amongst introverts. I related to this: “Having conversations can be a lot of work (I have to talk! and ask questions! and then ask more questions! it’s exhausting!)” People often talk about it the other way around — being an introvert surrounded by extroverts — but I hadn’t thought about the opposite situation.

Lastly, Bereaved and Blessed answers a set of reflective questions, something she has done every five years. She explains, “When I turned 40 and 45 I wrote and shared reflection posts here on my blog, which turned 18 this year. I decided to do it again, as I appreciate being able to revisit what I was thinking, as well as feeling, back then and how far I have come since.” It’s a long posts, and I love this question at the end: “What is your heart telling you that you need right now?”

The roundup to the Roundup: Friday the 13th. Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between June 6 – 13) and not the blog’s main URL. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week. Read the original open thread post here.

My Sweet Dumb Brain had a profound thought that made me sad. She told the story about a cake that upset her father, joking about his age when he turned 40. She wrote: “He passed away in 2013, at just 58 years old. If life is a hill, he was already well on the other side when he turned 40. Maybe he knew that. No wonder he got mad.”

It’s such a strange idea. I think I’m middle-aged, but how can I know what the middle is if I don’t know the end? Perhaps my twenties were middle age, or I could still be a decade away from middle age if technology advances in such a way that the lifespan pushes on to 120.

It’s a lovely essay about what it means to age, gain wisdom, and change with time.

With the exception of situations like this, or the one Hank Green highlights in the video, we don’t know when we don’t die. We don’t know all of the times when we didn’t get measles because we received the vaccination or we didn’t die of a foodborne pathogen due to food safety laws.

I love this quote about prevention: “When it works, nothing happens.”