Okay, so it’s Tuesday when I finally get a chance to write about the weekend that just passed, the first weekend of March. This is the two-year mark for the start of the COVID pandemic, two years of sadness, sickness, fear, mistrust, and a whole lot of other descriptors that we won’t get into here.
California has dropped the mask mandate for public places and will drop masks for schools on March 12. Our numbers look better and all the health officials are saying that we can feel safer now, but we can also keep wearing our masks if we so desire. I decided that I would drop my mask on Saturday.
We were invited to a birthday party celebrating 99 years of life for a lady in our church. She happens to be friends with a friend from our previous church, a lady with whom I have done much work and who grew up in the same town I did but now lives in Fresno, like me. I planned to pick her up to take her to the party. By the way, she is 95. When I got her loaded into the car and strapped into her seat, I asked if she would prefer I wear a mask. She was not wearing one.
“You’re healthy and you’re vaccinated. I don’t see why you should.”
So off we went, maskless, and when we arrived at the party, everyone there was unmasked. I chatted with the birthday girl’s grandson-in-law, a man who I highly respect, and we both concluded that was the day to unmask and enjoy one another’s smiles and happiness at such a momentous occasion.
“We have come through a hard time,” he said, “and the feeling now is that the virus is more controllable, with the vaccines and medicines. We have much to celebrate and be thankful for.”
Those were encouraging words. So we partied on lots of family and friends, about 100 people.
The next day, Sunday, I was back at my friend’s house for a luncheon that she has hosted after church for many years, even decades. It was once for women who had no family to go home to after church. My friend gathered everyone in and had a time of fellowship and prayer. She has not been able to host this during the pandemic, but on Sunday, like my friend’s grandson-in-law had said, she decided it was time to open the doors and return to her beloved custom. She invited Terry and me to join in the event. There were 13 of us gathered around her large table. At 95 she still lives in her very large house that she and her husband had built in the late 60s. She believes she should be using that space to entertain. We made good use of it. If you would like to see this group, I have posted the photo we took after lunch on my Instagram account.
It was a grand and glorious weekend, enjoyed with a variety of people, and especially my friends who have lived almost 100 years. These ladies are an inspiration to me to continue to love life, laugh much, and see the people who make my world a better place. I know, as I read social media posts, that many of you, dear Readers, are doing similar activities.