My motto comes from a song in Mel Brooks’ hilarious movie, The Twelve Chairs: “Hope for the best, expect the worst.”
Hope for the best, expect the worst
Some drink champagne, some die of thirst
No way of knowing which way it’s going
Hope for the best, expect the worst!
I saw this film during a period of life when there were no worries. Everything was wonderful, everyone loved me, everything gave me joy! Brooks was so witty! Who knew that a comic song had such seeds of wisdom? This witty adage has helped me through many struggles, many illnesses, many crises.
Life during the pandemic has ripped apart our social routine. The winter was particularly depressing, not just the weather but the spread of Covid and the sense there was no place to go. No quick trip to the mall or afternoon at the movies. Perhaps a DVD of The Twelve Chairs…
I recently got the vaccine, and do feel safer, though I am very cross that NOTHING IN OUR ROUTINE HAS CHANGED. It’s still about masks, washing hands, and social-distancing. As more people get vaccinated, this will (we hope!) change.
President Biden said in his speech that perhaps the Fourth of July will be our Independence Day from Covid, if people continue to get vaccines at the current rate. No big public events, but small get-togethers.
And so we breathe a sigh of relief as we cautiously hope for that boring 4th of July picnic in the backyard!
Hope for the best, expect the worst.