Love in the Time of Corona

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‘Stir Crazy After All These Years’

Yes, that’s a picture of Dude Man and me with underpants on our heads. It was taken during a somewhat-normal-for-Whitmores Christmas celebration way back when. I’m not sure we were even married at that point.

This one was for sure taken before we got married. Bonus points to me for going through with it in spite of that stache

Speaking of “married”, today is our wedding anniversary. Yup, 36 years ago today we said our vows in front of a grand total of four people (five if you count the Unitarian minister). Seems we were way ahead of our time, crowd-size-wise. Though we broke the social-distancing rules, big time.

Me, dewily-newily married, with half our wedding guests. Touching was okay back then — even encouraged

We may have had a teensy wedding (see my story “Winning the Dude-A-Thon” for teensy details about the Big Day), but it seemed to have “taken”, since we’re still together and still (mostly) having a grand old time.

Hanging around Malcolm’s house on our honeymoon

BTW, if you’re left craving more matrimonial material (or just plain corona-bored), check out “The Cave of Our Marriage” or “Malcolm and the Duchess”for (G-rated, I promise) honeymoon stories.

Even-steven and steady going on the Equator

So far, The Dude and I have weathered the rise and fall of careers, the birth and raising up of The Child, trips to exotic lands with even more exotic critters — like leeches. (see any of my recent posts about Borneo). But little has prepared us for Corona Life.

On top of the World — well, at least the Duomo — on the last trip we took not involving chiggers or leeches

We’ve been thrown together more than ever, what with this sheltering-in-place stuff that’s going on now. Luckily, we haven’t gone too stir-crazy. After all, The Dude has his domain (outdoors, where he is now happily cleaning the gutters), and I have mine (pretty much the whole inside of the house, with primary emphasis on the kitchen, where I’ve been Cooking for The Apocalypse for weeks now.)

Another happy Amagansett shot. No underpants this time — at least not on our heads

But things do get a little, well, tense now and then. “Are you going to watch that? Without earphones?” “What do you mean, you want to take a bath? I want to take a shower!” And my favorite: “Are you going to eat that? We just had toasted cheese sandwiches!”

After a nice dinner on the Town. Back when you could still go to a restaurant

Well. We will survive self-isolation. As long as we both continue to practice our in-home social distancing, that is.

In the meantime, I think it’s time to crack open the anniversary champagne. The Dude just sat down at the piano. Again.

Cheers! (Yes, those are champagne flutes — not glasses of Corona)

Amagansett, New York. March 2020

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8 thoughts on “Love in the Time of Corona

  1. Happy Anniversary, Alice! My husband and I celebrated ours at the start of this isolation–whoopee! And I thought we had a small wedding of 11 total people. You beat us there. Hope you’re doing OK through all this–and that soon you’ll be able to feed your crowds with all your End Times cooking!

    • Ah, the End Times cooking. So (um) delicious! Seriously! Tonight (for our Anniversary Dinner) I cobbled together a sheet-pan bake of acorn squash, turnips, and snow peas. Where there’s an oven, there’s a way! Congrats on your own anniversary. We will prevail (or eat our body weights in root vegetables) xoxo

  2. Laura

    Heeeheeee! Love this and love you both. PS – I also say “toasted cheese” sandwich instead of “grilled cheese” and thought I was the only one! Happy Anniversary, my Darlings!

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