Have you noticed in conversations of late that people speak fondly of the before times and trepidatiously about the after times? That got me to thinking about the mean time. The time in between the time. I think we need to be talking more about that.
Just for a minute, I’ll put on my economist badge to explain that the mean is also an important statistical measure and, in research matters, is preferred to the average where one number can skew many others. The mean is a measure of what’s called central tendency.
Stats aside, it’s not lost on me, or you for that matter, that this pandemic has been, well, particularly mean.
If we’re talking mean, as in the emotion, it’s given me its fair share. My parents live in Ontario and I haven’t seen them in two years. My contract work continues, but it’s a drip compared to a stream. I haven’t taught at the college or sat in my Council seat since March of 2020. That’s nobody’s fault and I bear no ill will. Doesn’t “mean” I don’t miss it.
But, if we’re talking mean, as in central tendency, it’s been better than average for me. More time at home with my boys who, in the blink of an eye, will be adults. More walks in the Park Hill trails, more experimental cooking, more writing, more sketching and oddly, a better understanding of Italian. I often listen to Italian TV to pretend I’m on vacation.
I started a food blog called Illustrated Eats and it’s going pretty well. I’ve contributed to this publication, the Shuswap’s first ever magazine founded not just in the middle of a pandemic but because of one. And that’s going pretty well too. So many amazing things have happened in the mean time.
So, words aside, let’s talk numbers. They tell stories too – very important ones at that – and we’ve got a few here that might surprise you and hopefully inspire you to live for the mean time, be grateful the before time and hopeful for the after time.