I see so much covidiocy with masks. You can tell for some the mask is getting old.
I had to go pick up some meds at the pharmacy at my medical facility. Everyone has to wear a mask. If you don’t have one they have them at the door. That’s where I get my monthly mask. So I saw some old lady in a wheelchair wearing a mask and it was under her nose. I guess she needed to breathe. I’ve been seeing a lot of that lately. Mask fatigue.
Them came Saturday. I was driving to the gas station to fill up and I saw an old geezer in a car, by himself, with the windows rolled up, wearing a mask. WTF? There’s some major league covidiocy right there.
So I filled up my car and drove over to Fresh Market. As I rolled in I saw a young mom with two young daughters. One was six and the other was three. The mom and the six year old were both wearing masks. The three year old, who was in the shopping cart wasn’t. You had to wonder what was going through this mom’s head. I know the toddler wasn’t wearing a mask because she would prolly just take it off but did this woman not think that if masks worked, she and her older daughter would be protected and the toddler wouldn’t? And then when the toddler contracted Kung Flu she wouldn’t give it to the rest of the family? What’s the point of mom and older daughter wearing masks? Covidiocy.
So I get an email the other day from one of my IBM buddies, Richard, that another of us had just gone off to the great beyond. The funeral was today. The service was at a Catholic church in Woodstock Georgia. This guy was one of my mentors. We had developed a class for contract programmers back in the 90’s. Working with this guy made me a much better systems programmer. I owed him a lot. I called him Uncle Mikey. After I retired, I lost touch with him so I was surprised to learn of his death. Another surprise was finding out I was a year older than he was.
I was expecting more IBM dudes to show up but it was just Richard, Buddy, and myself. Still it was nice to see them. Hadn’t seen Richard since the Kung Flu started and I hadn’t seen Buddy in over 20 years. Time flies.
It was nice to meet Mike’s family but it was sad it was under those circumstances. Still, a funeral is for the living and not the dead.
It was a nice service, and lightning didn’t strike the church.