Today marks eight weeks – 56 days – since Leah and I did anything “normal.” On March 13, we saw a movie (“The Way Back,” starring Ben Affleck, I gave it seven stars) at an 11 a.m. showing, when there were maybe eight other people scattered around the theater.
This afternoon, I opened two beers, a bock for her and a Scotch style ale for me. As we prepared to clink the bottles, she looked up and waited as I briefly considered a toast.
“Times!” I said. To be honest, though, there was no exclamation point in my voice.
“Not ‘good’ times?” she asked.
“‘All’ times,” I replied, maybe with a slight exclamation point.
Like everyone, we’ve had great times and not-so-great times through the years. However, when we look back on even the latter, we can usually find something worthwhile. Something that helped us grow, make a decision, or power on. Maybe it’s a sweet memory. Often, it’s a laugh.
COVID-19 is affecting us all, whether it’s the loss of someone dear or nothing more than hiding out for a few months.
This is one of our times.
Times are good, even when they’re not.