Happiness. It's relative.
We find three picnic tables at the park pulled together in a row. That means that when our son shows up for dinner we can space ourselves far apart, the new calculus of every encounter. It took us a while, really a long while,… Continue Reading “Dinner Hour”
Yesterday, in Milwaukee, people wearing homemade masks stood with their hands in their pockets, lined up six feet apart in the sun and then later in the rain, waited in lines that curved around city blocks, many of them for hours, so they could… Continue Reading “Courage Curveball”
Parts of this are very hard. It’s not staying at home and not seeing people. I’m actually good at that. It’s not stretching groceries and being conservative in using what we have. We’ve been through some very thin times so we feel prepared for… Continue Reading “One Bird”
Our stockbroker sends us emails about the COVID-19. He tells us how to “mitigate emotional decision-making by viewing the crisis in phases.” But, despite watching our investments curl up like so many dried fall leaves, the president tells us, “This is not a financial… Continue Reading “Peeling”
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