To paraphrase Hemingway, Covid-19 came into our family “gradually and then suddenly.” I’m not sure where I was when Mrs. T. told me that her two relatives, whom I’ll call A. and B., were at risk. A. had tested positive for the virus, was with fever, and had trouble breathing. And, most ominous: B. was
I cannot remember if it is week number eight or nine of the virus lock-down. But, I suppose, it really doesn’t matter. When most days feel largely the same, I’m not sure if marking time is that useful. On the home front, Mrs. T. put up a chores schedule, and assignments, on a white board.
On Friday morning, I was on a Zoom call with members of my parish men’s group. We used to meet every other week. We now convene electronically each Friday. Some of us are crazy-busy. Others, not so much. Many are in-between. We all agreed, however, that this was a Lent we would never forget. In
In a way, Saturday was business as usual. I met up with one of my fly-fishing buddies, and we hit a river in western Massachusetts. But, we also made sure to keep at least six feet away from each other. And, we talked about COVID-19, and our concerns for our parents. In a way, it
It’s definitely a new world out there today if you have college-aged children. A slew of colleges and universities are closing down most of their in-person operations. I was back at HBS this morning for a meeting with a professor and to help with my upcoming reunion. It was an interesting time to be back,
Maybe, it’s because I’m over 50 now. Maybe, it’s because my older children are no longer children and are quite persuasive. But, I’m finding myself streamlining. One of our children, for example, has given up red meat to combat climate change. Another child has become a vegetarian for ethical reasons. And, over time, our family