My son’s last quadmester (4th semester consisting of two subjects due to remote/virtual learning) began a couple of weeks ago. It will run until the end of June, probably online. And then, he’ll have graduated grade 10 from inside of his bedroom. Thank you Mr. Trudeau and Mr. Ford. You are both equally to blame. (Don’t at me unless you’re Justin or Doug, I’m not going to rant and debate about this today.)
A mom takes her five year old child out to a fast food pizza joint. Mom takes the paper plate with the pizza slice and places it on an outdoor table. The child grins at his mom and kneels on the chair in front of the slice. Smiling, he commences to dip his face down on the pizza and licks some of the cheese, maybe even nibbles a bite. Mom sits down beside him and smiles.
It’s 5:15 pm on Good Friday and I have no plans for making dinner.
I have no plans for making dinner tomorrow either but my mom is feeding us Easter dinner so there’s that to look forward to.
There is nothing else to look forward to in this godforsaken province of endless lockdowns. This time, non-essential retail shall remain open at 15% capacity or something but nothing else. No restaurants. No coffee shops. For all of April.
The mask wearing thing will be with us for a long while, I think.
People around me seem to have generally accepted this fact and are carrying on to the best of their abilities. I mean, most people are sick to death living with so many restrictions so if they’re given a chance to *do* something besides sit in the house, but are forced to wear a mask, they do it.
We do it. Wear the masks, that is.
But I wonder if people are applying proper hygiene practices to their mask wearing habits.