Reentry

As we inch toward the end of the pandemic, we have new rules.

Begging the question, how much do I trust my co-shoppers. Are we all doing our best in trying times? Looking out for ourselves and our at-risk neighbors? Or do I suspect some might be right-leaning, pandemic-deniers since I’ve had so many conversations that veered into that territory?

The first time I saw that sign, I didn’t know what to do. Did I trust my neighbors? Well, not really. I ended up walking around carrying my mask. I guess in case a suspicious looking person appeared. 

We’ve been running scared for over a year. It might take some time to calm down.

 

On the other hand, I kinda liked going around town anonymous as an old West bandit. Now I have to remember make-up and to smile and to stop murmuring to myself behind my mask.

Fully vaccinated means we can come out of hiding. But are we ready?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sláinte!

 

On the day everyone is Irish --

Hoist a few for the Old Sod. 

 

Sláinte chuig na fir agus go maire na mná go deo!  

 

Health to the men and may the women live forever!