I ordered these disposable masks on April 3. They just arrived–boxes beat up and far later than I needed them.
For a long time, I had one paper mask that I used over and over. Tom had one Lynne made for him. Then our friend Michelle sent us four that her mother made. My artist friend Jen sent me one she’d made. Debby ordered a couple, one of which was for me. I still have a couple on order that have yet to arrive.
I had hoped to at least have these disposable masks to offer to our contractors when the bathroom was being worked on. They are the first people other than Debby who have been in our house since March 10. They finished the work–maskless–last week.
I now plan on giving many of these out to other people who may need them and keeping some in reserve for future visitors to the Hall.
I can’t talk about what’s going on the US right now. I’m seeing some of the best of people, but it’s the worst of them that keeps me in turmoil. Every day brings something shocking. I need to get distance from it to have any kind of detached perspective to talk about it.
The protests all over the world not only highlight a sensitivity to racism in other countries but make me believe that everyone everywhere doesn’t hate us. It feels like they are able to separate us from the worst actions of a few, and that they have empathy for the American people no matter how little regard they have for our government. It helps.
I haven’t seen a worse administration in my lifetime, and I lived through Nixon. One man and a handful of his enablers have destroyed a political party, exploited our military, disrespected our vets, made a mockery of religious faith, waged war on our people and manipulated us into turning against one another, and abused state governments, Congress, and the courts–but oh, how they have profited. Power and profit are all that matter to them.
I have to stop now.