“How Come People Get So Ugly When They Grow Old?”

This query uttered by my octogenarian dad made us laugh once we recovered from its impropriety. Dad was the model for political correctness in the presence of others, but at home it was a different story.

His comments often made us laugh; the kind where you know it isn’t nice to laugh, but you just can’t help yourself.

Unfortunately, it is a gift that he passed on. There are some occasions when I know it is best not to sit next to my sister or even look at her. Unfortunately, I passed on the flaw to at least two of my offspring and I am still waiting results for the remaining one.

Never having the burden of being a great beauty, I didn’t figure I had much to lose as I aged. I hoped healthy and strong would satisfy as modifiers for my appearance.

This all changed when we installed one of the new video doorbells. The ancient drone I observed leaving home was a shock. Even making allowances for pandemic hair, I resembled David Crosby after a bad acid trip. Moving away from the camera, my backside resembles a ski slope – a vast ski slope.

At that moment Dad’s observation struck home but it was not a laughing matter. My bathroom mirror had withheld full disclosure of just how bad the situation is.

I decided to be positive and count my blessings, until I received my new drivers license photo, confirming and memorializing the doorbell portrait.

My mother’s innovative solution of mastering “ugly” on her driver’s license was to paste a more flattering photo i.e. younger over the state issued one.

Words come back to haunt as I was reminded, I once comforted a friend, saying older women can be considered handsome and that is not a bad thing. I would be elated to observe handsome from the video doorbell; I hadn’t planned on butt-ugly.

Dad was right; and if I listen closely, I believe I can hear him laughing.

So, You Believe Wearing A Mask Is a Violation of your Civil Rights?

Most likely thinking of others is not part of your DNA; It’s every man for himself. If you get COVID-19, you will handle it.

Let’s assume you lose the coin toss; you get COVID-19. Exercising your rights earned you a spot in the ICU, if there is one available.

You can’t breathe and here you are stuck on a ventilator. Bet your bravado for exercising your civil rights is replaced by some pretty scary thoughts.

If you are anywhere near coherent, the thought that you may die must cross your mind.

I suppose one could say you are willing to die for your civil rights, in fact those words might be a fitting epitaph for your tombstone.

But what about the potential deadly fall out as a result of your selfishness?

The Doctor who treats you has plans for his future yet places your welfare above his own.

The nurse who treats you may have a family to go home to, or not if she gets sick.

The respiration therapist who treats you places your well-being above theirs.

Let’s assume you survive but were complicit in the death of those who save you.

The likelihood that you would ever know who died taking care of you is remote.

But if you did know, could you live with it?

Do the right thing and just put on the damn mask.