Thursday, May 7, 2020
I simply do not understand the not wearing a mask issue. A security guard was murdered because he told an adult woman she needed to wear a mask or leave the store, as mandated by state executive order. The grown woman’s mother and the security guard got into a verbal altercation and the woman left because she was not wearing a mask. After the woman left the store, her mother began yelling at the security guard who asked her to leave the store and instructed a cashier not to serve her.
Twenty minutes later, two men related to the women, entered the store. One of them yelled at the security guard about disrespecting his wife. The other man then allegedly shot the security guard. I do not care what words the security guard said to this woman’s mother, it does not justify taking a life. The security guard must have said horrible, deep-scarring, life-altering words to the mother, right? Somebody does not just go murder someone because their family member was kicked out of a store for being disruptive, do they? Is humanity really so damaged retaliation trumps forgiveness?
My significant other, Donald, and I disagree on the mask issue. I do not want to wear a mask any more than anyone else, but I will happily wear one for the greater good. Yes, it is a little harder for me to breathe wearing a mask, and I expect the need to wear a mask in public to last for another year. If wearing a mask prevents me from spreading any illness to another person, I think it is worth a little personal discomfort. Saturday, I asked Donald if he wore a mask into the grocery store and he said he is not going to wear a mask in public after wearing one all day at work. I understand how Donald feels, but I cannot understand his apparent lack of concern for other people. I guess we are simply different in that way.
As I was working at my computer Saturday. I was checking all sorts of boxes off my mental checklist. My seven-year-old, Mika, was spending the day at her older sister’s house, so I was able to work interruption free. Approximately 2:00 p.m., I kept hearing the microwave upstairs making noise. All at once, I wanted nachos. A couple of minutes later, Donald came downstairs with a plate of nachos for me.
My subconscious brain must have memorized the microwave beep sequence for when Donald makes nachos. Either that, or Donald and I were psychically linked for a few minutes, When Donald went back upstairs, I heard soft music oddly playing from upstairs, the kind you might hear in a dentist’s office. It was odd because both Donald and I prefer rock music, but the sounds were rather soothing, and I enjoyed it for the few minutes I could hear it.
On Sunday, I spoke with my youngest sister, Karen-Mae. Karen-Mae and I talked about masks, and she told me her husband had some construction N95 masks with vents they were using. I laughed because Donald and I had talked about the vented masks when we were discussing masks on Saturday. Donald said, and experts seem to concur, the vented masks only provide protection for the wearer. The vents allow the droplets we are trying to contain out into the air to contact others. I had not even considered this issue until Donald told me, neither had my sister.
After our conversation, Karen-Mae must have decided to catch up on reading my journal entries on my website blog because she sent me an email asking which sister. I had a recent post in which I wrote about recurring childhood nightmares I had that one of my sisters, always the same sister, died. I declined to answer. I may answer Karen-Mae’s question on my death bed, maybe not.
My piece of advice to you is to think of others. If wearing a face mask in public is the price I need to pay to visit my local bookstore or takeout restaurant, I am happy to pay it.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.
I simply do not understand the not wearing a mask issue. A security guard was murdered because he told an adult woman she needed to wear a mask or leave the store, as mandated by state executive order. The grown woman’s mother and the security guard got into a verbal altercation and the woman left because she was not wearing a mask. After the woman left the store, her mother began yelling at the security guard who asked her to leave the store and instructed a cashier not to serve her.
Twenty minutes later, two men related to the women, entered the store. One of them yelled at the security guard about disrespecting his wife. The other man then allegedly shot the security guard. I do not care what words the security guard said to this woman’s mother, it does not justify taking a life. The security guard must have said horrible, deep-scarring, life-altering words to the mother, right? Somebody does not just go murder someone because their family member was kicked out of a store for being disruptive, do they? Is humanity really so damaged retaliation trumps forgiveness?
My significant other, Donald, and I disagree on the mask issue. I do not want to wear a mask any more than anyone else, but I will happily wear one for the greater good. Yes, it is a little harder for me to breathe wearing a mask, and I expect the need to wear a mask in public to last for another year. If wearing a mask prevents me from spreading any illness to another person, I think it is worth a little personal discomfort. Saturday, I asked Donald if he wore a mask into the grocery store and he said he is not going to wear a mask in public after wearing one all day at work. I understand how Donald feels, but I cannot understand his apparent lack of concern for other people. I guess we are simply different in that way.
As I was working at my computer Saturday. I was checking all sorts of boxes off my mental checklist. My seven-year-old, Mika, was spending the day at her older sister’s house, so I was able to work interruption free. Approximately 2:00 p.m., I kept hearing the microwave upstairs making noise. All at once, I wanted nachos. A couple of minutes later, Donald came downstairs with a plate of nachos for me.
My subconscious brain must have memorized the microwave beep sequence for when Donald makes nachos. Either that, or Donald and I were psychically linked for a few minutes, When Donald went back upstairs, I heard soft music oddly playing from upstairs, the kind you might hear in a dentist’s office. It was odd because both Donald and I prefer rock music, but the sounds were rather soothing, and I enjoyed it for the few minutes I could hear it.
On Sunday, I spoke with my youngest sister, Karen-Mae. Karen-Mae and I talked about masks, and she told me her husband had some construction N95 masks with vents they were using. I laughed because Donald and I had talked about the vented masks when we were discussing masks on Saturday. Donald said, and experts seem to concur, the vented masks only provide protection for the wearer. The vents allow the droplets we are trying to contain out into the air to contact others. I had not even considered this issue until Donald told me, neither had my sister.
After our conversation, Karen-Mae must have decided to catch up on reading my journal entries on my website blog because she sent me an email asking which sister. I had a recent post in which I wrote about recurring childhood nightmares I had that one of my sisters, always the same sister, died. I declined to answer. I may answer Karen-Mae’s question on my death bed, maybe not.
My piece of advice to you is to think of others. If wearing a face mask in public is the price I need to pay to visit my local bookstore or takeout restaurant, I am happy to pay it.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.