These last few days have cemented the fact that years do, indeed, move slow, but go so fast.

June 7th. this past Sunday, was exactly 50 years to the day that I graduated High School (it was also on a Sunday in 1970), 36 years ago my son was born on that date (something I didn’t even connect until this year when someone posted the invite to the HS ceremony that he had kept). That began a flurry of pictures posted from the senior prom, graduation and just some others that some folks had. It is always strange to look back but even more now when I still look in the mirror of my mind and see the same image that is posted in some of the pictures. Those mental images conflict in real time with the actual images in the various reflections around the house.

Today I “closed out” the 2019-2020 school year by attending a Zoom meeting where the discussion was centered around what an “in person” return in the fall might look like and the protocols that would be in place if that were to happen. It brought me way back to the atomic bomb drills we followed when I was in elementary school over 60 years ago. One way lines and walking as a well spaced group all part of the “new normal”, add to that face covers, sanitizing, and any number of other things that will require quite the adjustment. The most important thing for me, a creature of habit, to keep in mind is that none of this is an infinite change. We will find out more about this, we will find a way to overcome it and combat it, and when that happens things will move more toward what we knew than what we currently do and don’t know.

Golf is a little different now, running requires more thought, even walking the dog takes on a slightly nuanced mode. Strange days indeed….most peculiar….