There is still a mask war and I
suppose will be for as long as necessary.
Missionaries are required to wear masks while in public. It is an inspired requirement. Our ward mission leader is against wearing a
mask – which puzzles me for a couple of reasons – well maybe more than a
couple, but I will mention only two.
His son married the daughter of his
next door neighbor who is avid about wearing masks and keeping social distances
as her husband’s health is failing and has been for some time. They share the
same grandchildren and yet seem insensitive to the restrictions that his
in-laws would like to enforce. I’m not saying that he is insensitive. I, of course, don’t have all of the
facts. I’m just saying that the action
seems insensitive.
Who
are we to not honor a requirement that the missionaries themselves have been
given due to revelation? The face
covering is not solely for them but for those they serve. They are not sending out droplets of their
saliva each time they speak. Some people
don’t understand that. Droplets spew out
of each person’s mouth differently. Some
may have more juices than others.
Take my dad for instance. Toward the end of his life whenever he would
sneeze we would ask, “Do you pass out towels with that sneeze?” which would
make him laugh and then he would drool even more. I suspect if my dad were wearing a mask today
that it would be wet with saliva.
Have you ever seen Hamilton? Recently I commented on one of Corey’s posts
that Jonathan Groff as King George could be the poster boy of why we should
wear a mask. You can read about his spit
spewing character here.
Sorry I got off track. It was my first meeting with the missionaries
and committee in this ward. There were
eight of us. Only the ward missionary
rep was not wearing a mask. The other
seven of us were. Our situation of mask
wearing and not particularly social distance was almost comical. One sister kept removing her mask in order to
speak. Not the point of wearing the mask
– nor does it seem proper to stand so close to the missionaries in order to
read their tags. I could seriously hear
her spittle. We met outside and the wind
was blowing enough to carry it to each of us.
She shared a good thought. My
expression may have read otherwise – if any of them could even see my
expression.
My mouth and nose were covered by the mask.
I believe my glasses had darkened (hopefully early in the meeting) and
so I don’t believe anyone saw my eyes either.
The elder who had the most to say was wearing a bandana which slipped
off his nose with each word he would say.
He appeared to be even less thrilled about being there than I was.
Truth is I really wasn’t feeling well. My stomach had started doing flip-flops an
hour before the meeting started. I’m still not altogether there.
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While at the meeting today, I saw a
doe leading her two fawns through the bushes.
I had also seen three fawn this morning. None of them were wearing masks. Seeing the deer has been the highlight of my day thus far. Conquering this sour stomach will also be
nice.