I went to the store this morning and it was quite busy. Everyone wearing their masks and standing back on the spots that are marked off on the floor. The only trouble I had was that I wore a new mask a friend made for me and it kept slipping down. The other one, my blue one, is the one I like best and from now on that is the one I will wear. Today my glasses were fogged up no matter what I did. When I was paying, I had so much difficulty with the plastic bag thing over the card machine. I could not see anything on it and barely got my pin number in.
You know what bothers me more than this coronavirus is being around cigarette smoke. I was around it on Memorial Day at my boyfriend's house (not him). His daughter smokes and her sons smoke too. We were outside on a deck, but it really bothered me. I tried to be a good sport about it but they all know I cannot tolerate it. They don't care. I was sick from it when I came home and had to shower immediately and put my clothing in a garbage bag. Still haven't washed it yet. It is definitely the last time I go to any of their family meals or anything. To top it off, Sonny has lungs at 50% capacity but he won't mention it to them either. If I do, I am the bad guy. Well........I'm not married to him and I don't live with him. This could be the deal breaker with him and me if I confronted him about it. But for now, I will just avoid going places. Nice thing about my age is I can always say I don't feel good and can stay home.
This makes me think of one good thing to come from this wearing of masks is that most of the people cannot smoke with the mask on. And stores having entrance and exit doors so that nobody is smoking right next to the door so you don't have to walk through it.
Not wearing the mask on my street is not really a big deal as this is a small city, not a lot of people on the street. If there are, I go right past them on Jazzy (my mobility chair) at a pretty fast clip.