After checking ahead, some friends stopped by after dinner. I pulled three chairs out of the kitchen and we set them up under the elm tree and visited outside, socially distanced and masked, the weather perfect with just the right breeze ruffling the many small leaves bowing down towards us.
Man did it feel good.
I hope we all treasure each other and our time together after this is all over as much as we do right now.
And I can only wonder if all my friends of normal hearing are learning more keenly how to read eyes for their expressions, to be more attuned to the emotions of those they’re in conversations with coming out of this?
Because with the masks on, everybody is visually as deaf as me. And a little muffled. One has to pay attention.
As these two ever have anyway, I’m just idly wondering.
I sent them home with two each of Andy’s perfect peaches.