“Why are you smiling?” asked my wife, Diane. “These are some of the most sobering times of our lifetime. There is nothing to smile about.”
“No, no, it’s just that you and I have been pretty much self- isolating for the last week, and normally we spend some time every day in the church garden, and.....
Diane interjected “Are you getting tired of me?”
“No, no,” I said hurriedly, “that’s not it. It’s just that.......”
Diane interrupted again. “And you know that I am worried that when we get the volunteer Garden Crew back to work, the tasks will be overwhelming.”
“I’m worried as well,” I said, happy to get a word in edgewise.
“Then what are you smiling about?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“Well, you know all those committee meetings that I used to complain about? I was smiling because I was just thinking that after a week of isolation, the interacting, the debate, and even the contentiousness that went with those meetings suddenly seemed pretty good to me. I miss being with people.”
“And I am not enough ‘people’?” asked Diane somewhat archly.
“Oh, no, your are more than enough,” I said softly. “We’ll get through this.”
“No, no, it’s just that you and I have been pretty much self- isolating for the last week, and normally we spend some time every day in the church garden, and.....
Diane interjected “Are you getting tired of me?”
“No, no,” I said hurriedly, “that’s not it. It’s just that.......”
Diane interrupted again. “And you know that I am worried that when we get the volunteer Garden Crew back to work, the tasks will be overwhelming.”
“I’m worried as well,” I said, happy to get a word in edgewise.
“Then what are you smiling about?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“Well, you know all those committee meetings that I used to complain about? I was smiling because I was just thinking that after a week of isolation, the interacting, the debate, and even the contentiousness that went with those meetings suddenly seemed pretty good to me. I miss being with people.”
“And I am not enough ‘people’?” asked Diane somewhat archly.
“Oh, no, your are more than enough,” I said softly. “We’ll get through this.”