The Good, The Bad.......

Well, that's about it. There are good days and bad days. Yesterday was a good day. The sun was shining. Long walks with Kelsey and the pups were filled with constructive conversations about the world around us and how our neighbors, as well as ourselves, are coping with being at home so much. Daniel and Christina came over for a little distance drinking. We all sat in the garage, sitting no less than 6 feet apart with a bottle of wine being passed around. Our usual ritual of pouring wine for each other had to overcome the agreed upon 6 feet rule. Glasses were laid down in the center of our not so little circle, and one person grabbed the bottle of chardonnay or rose and with arm straining to stretch the distance, poured a healthy glass of wine for everyone. One by one we move to the center to retrieve our libation. It was different and yet familiar. With each new attempt at wine distribution came laughter and jokes. Like it was some silly game that we were just learning to play. Conversations were, thankfully of a normal nature. We always find ourselves talking about our jobs and current events everytime we get together. While the mood could be more somber than usual, it still felt normal. Or as normal as anything is nowadays.

That sense of normalcy was more important than we had previously realized. After only a week in almost total isolation from the world, we thought we were doing ok. It wasn't until family came for a visit and for one magical hour of wine, laughter and love, did it really hit home. This is different. This hurts. The walls seem closer together. The wide world that I have always taken for granted. The travels that I always knew I would embark upon. The food I would eat, people I would meet, the whiskey I would drink with friends old and new. It was always there. And while I know that all those things will be there waiting when this bushel is finally lifted off the flickering candle that is all the beautiful experiences this world and its many strange individuals have to offer. It will all still be there. But at the moment. It is out of reach. Like a little kid 3 feet tall trying to reach for the cookie jar on the top of the fridge. I can see it. Even smell it. And as my soul reaches out in desperation for the warm, gooey, sweetness.....I will have to wait.

That's the hardest part. Knowing that all we can do is wait. While the clouds of uncertainty loom low and we can see the oncoming storm, I know that the clouds will part and the sun will shine brightly again. It will illuminate the road ahead.

Yesterday was a good day.