Eleanor Tatum

After nearly sixty days of isolation, we traveled out of the house, without a mask. To the post office. We slid a letter carefully into the mouth of the outside large metal drive-up  box without touching it and then…we left town! Without a mask.

We drove ten miles to the county seat, an actual city, well, sort of. In my books I refer to it as Plainville. This trip was exciting. It was an eye opener.

Perspectives change with attitude.

Every bit of scenery seemed new. We drove past the county hospital and their Covid-19 tents, recieving souls who question their health. No masks in sight.

I won’t leave home again without a mask.

We circled the old county court house because we like to and often count the number of times we circumnavigate it. Also, because one has to. Remember that infamous chicken who wanted to get to the other side?

Once near the bank, we wished we had our masks. We drove to the back where they keep their drive-through. This one had a sliding drawer and real people were seen inside the main building. I told you it was exciting. A new-to-me person came to the window and said through her speaker, “How are you folks doing today.” She was pretty and young and reminded me of myself when was too was a bank teller; not necessarily pretty. Yes, a long time ago. That’s another blog-post.

She spoke like she knew us! It was kind of her to ask. She didn’t have a mask either.

By the way…isolation is not could for my reasoning abilities.

Enough!