In early June I did the unthinkably daring (and possibly foolhardy) thing of driving from Nashville to the Hudson Valley to spend time with my family in New York—yes, as a cancer patient in the dangerous time of COVID.
The drive that used to be so routine became a germ-avoiding odyssey. I was so very careful getting here. I packed all my own food and drink for the trip. I wore a mask and gloves at rest-stops and gas stations and sanitized, sanitized, sanitized. I didn't buy even so much as a cup of coffee on the road, and slept in my tent on the ground in a lonesome, wooded campsite in Northern Virginia so as not to rest my head on a potentially germ-ridden bed in a hotel. (I'll do the same on the way home.)
And I've been rewarded with wonderful stays on our family farm tucked away in a remote corner of the Catskill Mountains, and at my sister's beautiful home near the Hudson River. I've taken long walks in the woods and gone biking along rail trails. There's been lots and lots of good food, good rest, gorgeous vistas, mountains and streams and rivers, and lots of time soaking up the groovy Hudson Valley-Catskill Mountains summertime vibe. I even made a quick trip across the border to see a friend in Massachusetts. And I've felt very safe the whole time.
The trip has been all about the mask and the hand sanitizer. And social distance.
I've been masking up, sanitizing, and social distancing with some dedication ever since all pandemic hell broke loose back in March, but I think I do it now with even greater vigilance while moving about the country. Riding on the rail trail --- masked. Walking in the nature preserve --- masked. Going to the grocery or to get take-out --- masked. Like so many folks, I have a hand sanitizer pump bottle and some wipes in my car, and I carry one or two little bottles in my purse or pocket at all times.
The good thing is that nearly all of the people I've seen in most of the places I've been while here in the Northeast have been masked. Once I saw an unmasked woman enter a grocery store, and a staff person courteously reminded her she needed to wear a mask. The woman gasped, not at the fact that she had to wear a mask, but at the fact that she had forgotten hers in her car. She apologized, ran out to get her mask, came back a few moments later, and went about her business.
But I know that's not the case everywhere. COVID infection and mortality rates are spiking again, especially in the South, including in my red state of Tennessee. The Florida and Texas numbers are especially shocking. And in these places, apparently, mask wearing is some kind of political statement. If you do it, suddenly you're a "nasty liberal" instead of a person with plain old common sense.
When I lived in Japan in the early 1990s, I saw people wearing masks every single day on the trains, in schools and work places, on the streets, in the parks, and in the stores. I'd arrived during cold and flu season in late December, and the point of wearing the mask wasn't just to keep oneself from getting sick, but to prevent transmission of illnesses to others. As the flu season passed, fewer wore masks, but if someone had the sniffles, a cough, or a cold, and they happened to be out in public, they usually had a mask on. It was normal. It was sensible. It was considerate of other people. It was a healthy practice.
Many Americans, it seems, are not inclined to that sort of common sense or consideration. Nor do they care about public health. Instead, they'd rather have public meltdowns and temper tantrums when asked to wear masks.
The other day a friend texted me from Nashville to say that she had been at a Panera when an unmasked man came in and started haranguing the masked customers and workers, shouting about how wrong it was to wear a mask and screaming at everyone to stop wearing them.
I've read reports and seen videos of other people doing these things, declaring they had "breathing problems" or that it was their individual right not to wear a mask and that local ordinances or store policies requiring it were violating their rights as Americans. And while I always try to exercise compassion in the face of stupidity, my supply for this kind of nonsense is really running low. I'm at the end of my patience, frankly. (So much for cancer making me a more compassionate and generous person!)
I know, though, that, like toddlers, these adult public tantrummers are responding to the COVID crisis from a place of fear (primarily) and denial. They, like toddlers, cannot control the world around them, which triggers a fear response, which pisses them off into a downward spiral. They lose any ability to be compassionate or considerate.
People, COVID-19 is not a conspiracy of the "liberal media." It's a real disease, and it is pandemic. People are dying. YOUR life is at risk. And so is mine. Currently, we don't have a good treatment, a cure, or a vaccine. I have confidence that we will. But we don't have it right now.
My nieces and I were talking the other day about how we can find all sorts of "cute masks" on Etsy, and how some companies are starting to make masks designed to be "more breathable" for workouts as "athletic attire" (though we declared these overpriced and recalled fondly the early DIY mask days of the pandemic). The point is, according to my very wise twenty-something nieces, those who malign masks and refuse to wear them are (besides jeopardizing everyone's health) missing out on a very good opportunity to accessorize.
So sanitize those hands, social distance, and for goodness sake...mask up, y'all. Accessorize, accessorize, accessorize. And try, at least a tiny bit, to enjoy it.
