60s and Sexy:

Masks and more

by CINDY FERA
Posted 6/3/20

One of the things that really amaze me is how hard it is to recognize people wearing face coverings. I enjoy seeing all the different designs and ways people wear them. Seeing people in their cars or on a bike wearing one is a little confusing to me. It

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60s and Sexy:

Masks and more

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One of the things that really amaze me is how hard it is to recognize people wearing face coverings. I enjoy seeing all the different designs and ways people wear them.

Seeing people in their cars or on a bike wearing one is a little confusing to me. It seems to me that fresh air is healthy. In my walking group at Rocky Point, we all bring our masks in case it’s crowded. Luckily with social distancing, we haven’t had to wear them.

When I have to wear a mask, I am rocking a Patriots mask these days. I wear it when I am in a store and that’s about it. I hate the way it feels and looks but for now it’s a necessary evil.

This week, I was wearing it while picking out some flowers. It was a warm sunny day and I’m not going to lie, it was pretty uncomfortable. It was hot, my sunglasses were steaming up and I couldn’t wait to tear it off my face when I got back into the car.

I’m not loving this new way of living and will be happy as some things gets phased out. I miss being able to walk over and chat with my neighbor without having to yell. I miss dashing into the market without having to follow the arrows and wait while people in front of me choose their products. Really, how long can it take to pick bananas?

It seems that everything takes longer these days. A trip to the bank means standing outside and waiting while the lone teller takes one customer at a time. Is it me, or does it seem like everyone is moving in slow motion? Maybe I’ve just become impatient with all of this. It’s probably good that I’m wearing a mask so everyone can’t see my face as I talk under my breath, “hurry up, hurry up!” All they can see is the eye roll!

So if you are in line and there is someone with a Patriots mask on, tapping their foot and talking under their breath, it’s probably me. Please say hi, I miss my friends.

Feel free to contact me if you have any questions at SixtiesAndSexy@gmail.com and follow me at www.SixtiesAndSexy.net.

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