Next door in Missouri, our governor has gone on record saying that adults can figure things out for themselves. Tonight I went to pick up some pizzas and was surprised to see people sitting at tables, eating pizza and talking to one another. And yes, they were unmasked—can’t eat pizza with a mask. Now half of the tables were marked off so there was ‘social distancing’ between tables. But it was nice to see some normal again.
I spent the last couple days with some old friends from the Apostolic Lutheran community.
We greeted each other with handshakes and hugs.
Sawed and split many cords of firewood.
Delivered some construction stakes to a little country hardware store.
Visited a lumberyard up no’th to pick up some boards for concrete forming.
We had an old fashioned outhouse for the calls of nature.
We got real dirty.
We didn’t have any “sanitizer”.
We ate and enjoyed each other’s company with stories and memories.
We laughed at the world living in fear.
Nobody wore a mask.
It was good to get back to normal.