O tempora, o mores!
My art club met today for the first talk in two years. It was downright touching seeing the old dears again.
Mostly old ladies. The occasional old gent. A few didn’t make it through, but you expect that every year. The demographic of the art club is, if anything, older than the history society I work for.
The mask etiquette was hilarious. Some old bats wore them standing up but took them off when they sat down. Some old biddies wore them sitting down and took them off when they stood up. Several leaned over to me, waggled her mask in hand and hissed, “are we doing this?”
By the end, everyone was maskless and having a high old time.
I don’t think a single one of them is afraid of covid. They behaved as people transported to a foreign country: unsure of the customs of this strange new land and desperate not to offend.
If they think they can use fear to lock us down again, they have another think coming.
October 11, 2021 — 6:58 pm
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