Now that we have entered the green phase here where I live, life can start returning just a bit to normal.
By the way, you have me to thank for the green phase. I no sooner plopped a box of hair color on my reluctant head when the governor announced the salons would re-open. It’s ok though. The color did not get all of my grey as advertised. I still have an uncomfortable patch front and center. The back looks great. Yea!
I got very excited about the restaurants having outdoor seating. I watched as the local gastropub set up for this by closing the parking lot and setting up tables in addition to the already existent outside seating. So Mother Nature cues the heat and humidity. This is not all bad, but add in the blazing sun and you could send the food out raw and have it nicely cooked by the time the poor server reaches the table.
Speaking of the server, tip well, my friends. These folks are getting your food to you as fast as possible in hot, humid weather while wearing a mask. That alone calls for an extra 5%.
Stay-At-Home is officially over. But I really can’t find any place to go. The hot and muggies put a damper on the outdoor activities. And not too many places are open yet. I guess it’s for the best. Amazon would miss me. I pay for the salaries of about 25% of their work force.
When I do venture out, I notice that men, in particular, are quite mask resistant. I have a wonderful wardrobe of whimsical and colorful masks. One for every occasion and outfit are at my beck and call. Sometimes, it’s the hardest decision of the day. The best part is, when you don’t need to be wearing the mask, you can slide it up on your head and cover the ever widening grey streak. It’s a two for one deal!
I bought the hubby a couple of man-ly type masks. He wears them when going out with a look of disdain on his face. Luckily, that’s mostly covered by the mask. He can’t use the grey cover benefit because he is almost all grey and really shaggy. The barber opened but he couldn’t get an appointment until next week. My son is in the same boat. Their hair is dense and curly. When the barber clips it, it comes off like sheep wool at a shearing. At an outdoor Father’s Day breakfast, I was using them both for shade.
But as normal, whatever that is, begins to resume, I look forward to the day when the grocery isn’t out of stock on basic stuff. That sweet, sweet day when I can eat a meal that I didn’t cook in air conditioned comfort. And most of all, I can show off the tan lines that my mask makes!