§ 18.2-422. Prohibition of wearing of masks in certain places; exceptions.It shall be unlawful for any person over 16 years of age to, with the intent to conceal his identity, wear any mask, hood or other device whereby a substantial portion of the face is hidden or covered so as to conceal the identity of the wearer, to be or appear in any public place, or upon any private property in this Commonwealth without first having obtained from the owner or tenant thereof consent to do so in writing. However, the provisions of this section shall not apply to persons (i) wearing traditional holiday costumes; (ii) engaged in professions, trades, employment or other activities and wearing protective masks which are deemed necessary for the physical safety of the wearer or other persons; (iii) engaged in any bona fide theatrical production or masquerade ball; or (iv) wearing a mask, hood or other device for bona fide medical reasons upon (a) the advice of a licensed physician or osteopath and carrying on his person an affidavit from the physician or osteopath specifying the medical necessity for wearing the device and the date on which the wearing of the device will no longer be necessary and providing a brief description of the device, or (b) the declaration of a disaster or state of emergency by the Governor in response to a public health emergency where the emergency declaration expressly waives this section, defines the mask appropriate for the emergency, and provides for the duration of the waiver. The violation of any provisions of this section is a Class 6 felony.
Monday, May 17, 2021
A Little Notice Would Have Been Nice
Sunday, May 16, 2021
Sunday Stealing
I encourage you to visit other participants in Sunday Stealing posts and leave a comment. Cheers to all us thieves who love memes, however we come by them.
Saturday, May 15, 2021
Saturday 9: Don't Get Around Much
Friday, May 14, 2021
Thursday, May 13, 2021
Thursday Thirteen
Lessons learned during the year of the pandemic:
1. I spend less money at the grocery store when I do pickup than when I go in the store to make purchases. No impulse buying.
2. Facetime is a decent replacement for in-person time, but it's not the same.
3. Hugs are wonderful and I miss(ed) them more than I ever thought I would.
4. It's okay for two people to be in the same house and not speak for long periods of time.
5. Friends and family are important for numerous reasons, but mostly because you love them (and hopefully they love you back.).
6. Masks are helpful for keeping away infections. I was much healthier during the year of the pandemic than at any other time in my life. I only needed an antibiotic twice in a year. I think that's a record.
7. People are generally nice, but there are also many mean and angry people out there. Sometimes they show up in unexpected places.
8. It's ok to do nothing.
9. Being kind to yourself and the ones you are closest to is more important than money.
10. Time is the most precious commodity we have. Some days, simply getting out of bed is a wise use of time. Don't let anyone think you've "wasted time" if you're doing something you enjoy, like a crossword puzzle or a video game or whatever. It's your life. Live it.
11. Learning new things takes effort.
12. My stress is less when I am not around people, but there is a fine balance between being alone and being lonely. It's a very thin line.
13. I don't need new things to keep me happy, except for reading materials. I got by without new clothes, new toys, new cars, new furniture, etc., but books were a must.
Did the pandemic year teach you anything? Care to share?
Wednesday, May 12, 2021
Chiefs
Sunday, May 09, 2021
Sunday Stealing
I encourage you to visit other participants in Sunday Stealing posts and leave a comment. Cheers to all us thieves who love memes, however we come by them.
Saturday, May 08, 2021
Saturday 9: Mom
Thursday, May 06, 2021
Thursday Thirteen
I have been seeing a lot of people complaining about not being able to find workers at the moment. Most are blaming the federal government's unemployment compensation. People can make nearly as much staying home doing nothing as working, or so the employers say.
Perhaps this is a moment of reckoning? If a business owner can't find workers right now, then perhaps that job shouldn't exist, at least not in its current incarnation.
I thought I'd see if I could come up with 13 other reasons besides unemployment benefits that might be contributing to this perception of worker shortage.
1. Childcare. Many parents have had to change their work schedules and/or leave jobs to deal with the lack of public education as schools moved to online learning. Childcare is expensive. How many families discovered that they could do without the second income if they weren't paying for childcare?
2. Elder care. We have a number of elderly folks who are staying home who might otherwise have gone to assisted living. Now, because of Covid, they are afraid to go to such places. Someone must care for them. This generally falls on a family member, who would not have time to work.
3. Concern about Covid exposure. Any job that deals with the public offers a stronger risk of exposure.
4. The boss is an anti-vaxxer.
5. The boss insists on vaccinations. (Yes, it works both ways).
6. The hours are poor and compared to the wages, not worth it.
7. People have learned to value something besides money in the last year, like time spent with family, and no longer want those 60-hour work weeks.
8. People have learned new skills or gone back to school (online) to learn new skills and plan to change careers, not go back to waitressing or clerking or whatever.
9. People have determined that they want to live life on their terms, and not be a wage slave. They have discovered they can do with less.
10. Some have discovered skills they didn't know they had and perhaps hope to use as a step up to an entrepreneurial career. (Painting, working with clay, whatever.)
11. The atmosphere of the workplace is toxic. Word gets around. People know what places to avoid.
12. The workplace isn't following appropriate guidelines for Covid right now (no masks, etc.)
13. There is no affordable housing in the area where the job is located.
I could come up with more, but hopefully I'm making a point here. I don't think it is all about the unemployment benefits. I think we're at a place where people see that there is more to life than the almighty dollar bill - that time spent on self-care is vital, that time with loved ones is necessary, that a life lived in a box churning out work for someone else is no life at all. A year of reflection can create great change in the thinking processes of people.
Capitalism is a poor economic system. It requires that there always be people on the bottom to trounce on. There are better ways of doing things.
Perhaps the population as a whole is figuring that out.
It is not always about the money.
(This turned up in my FB feed this morning.)
Wednesday, May 05, 2021
Environmental Sensitivities
I wanted to write more about something I briefly touched on in yesterday's post - environmental sensitivities.
The world and I do not get along, generally speaking. I have allergies and sensitivities (they are two separate things).
My allergies include every grass on the planet except for a species in Asia, all trees, flowers, dust mites, bugs and insects, bees, shellfish, citrus fruit, cow's milk, and black pepper, among other things. I avoid the food as much as possible - none of it will kill me, it makes me quite sick, though. As for the pollen and dust, I do the best I can with that.
Face masks help a lot. I did not realize how much until this past year. I will be wearing one for the rest of my life, I suspect.
My environmental sensitivities include: deodorants, perfumes, perfumed soaps of all kinds, perfumed candles, lotions, and anything else that smells, animals in all forms, paint, new carpeting, cigarettes, cigars, bleaches and other cleaning products, dyes in clothing, and a myriad mountain of other things.
My nose is incredibly sensitive. I smell things other people cannot. For example, I smelled mold in the living room for several years every the summer, and we couldn't find the source. When we replaced the windows in 2019, the carpenter found rotted wood around the window frame in the living room. He removed that and replaced it with good wood, and I've not smelled mold in there again.
It bothered me so much that I didn't sit on that side of the room unless I had to, even though we couldn't find the source of the mold.
I do not go to people's houses. Most folks have animals and I do not begrudge them their pets, but I cannot take the dander. I don't care how many times one vacuums, to me, it smells like an animal. It's the same with cigarette smoke and strong perfumes. The odor can linger for days. So I do not buy anything used, either, unless it is washable.
Even washing doesn't always help. When I purchase new clothing, especially jeans, I have to wash them about 10 times before I can wear them. The dye smell on them bothers me greatly. I wash them in white vinegar or baking soda. All of my soaps, laundry and bath, are unscented. There isn't a scented soap anywhere in the house.
Once I bought a pair of black jeans and the dye smell would not wash out of them. I put the jeans in a closet in my husband's office, and two years later, I could still smell the dye in them.
My deodorant is unscented. So is my husband's. When we started dating, along about the fifth date, I told him that I wanted to keep seeing him, but he was going to have to do something about his aftershave and deodorant. He wore Old Spice and it made my face break out when we kissed. The next time I saw him, he'd switched to unscented everything. If I hadn't fallen in love with him already, I probably would have then. I mean, to give up Old Spice for me! That was love.
Additionally, this issue is not a little inconvenience or me being picky or whatever one might want to think. This sensitivity to the world makes me quite ill. I used to miss at least 30 days of school every year. I missed a lot of work, too, when I worked for other people. I refused to cover the schools because I became ill every time I went into the school building.
There are stores I simply cannot frequent because they smell. Before Virginia stopped allowing cigarette smoke in restaurants, we didn't go out to eat often because I couldn't take the cigarette smoke. There are still places that do not obey that law, and they do not get my business.
Such environmental triggers cause asthma attacks, which then leads to an upper respiratory infection, and sometimes a long illness that hangs on - no joke - for over a month. It is not worth visiting a friend with a pet, no matter how much I love the friend, to risk spending a month in bed. Especially since sometimes those upper respiratory infections go on into pneumonia.
Some people understand this. Most people don't. I don't have too many visitors in the house and don't like strangers in the house because most people wear perfumed something. Axe deodorant is the worst - it is hard to get that smell out of the house once someone has been here a while.
I do not clean with harsh chemicals - I mostly use white vinegar. I use furniture polish for sensitive people, even!
Some of these items became difficult to find last year as the supply chain faltered. I am at the end of a large tub of Cheer Free laundry detergent and am hoping I can tolerate washing my underclothes in All Free & Clear because I can't find Cheer Free anymore. It's been out of stock for months. All detergent is what I use on my jeans and such, but my lingerie has been washed in Cheer free for as long as I can remember because I knew that didn't make me break out in tender places. I hope those tender places can tolerate All. I will be finding out soon.
Unfortunately, I think being home this past year has made me even more intolerant to various odors. I walked through Food Lion yesterday and could not get down the aisle with the laundry detergent and cleaners. It took my breath even through my mask.
This is hard. It is also hard work to try to stay well when the world makes you so sick. I'm not asking for pity or anything, but I do wish other people understood that the perfume they've bathed in is not sweet-smelling to everyone.
To somebody like me, it's a prelude to a antibiotic.
Tuesday, May 04, 2021
My Beat Up Six-String
This is a guitar I have not ever had on my blog, I don't think. It's been in the back of the closet for about 20 years.
It's a Yamaha FG-150. This guitar was made from 1968 to 1972. My grandfather gave this one to me when I was about 16, around 1979. He brought it with him from California, where he lived, when he and my grandmother drove in to visit.
He'd added a single pickup to it, to amplify the sound. One of the original tuning keys was missing and had been replaced with something that did not match. (It's still on there.)
The thing was beat up all over the back and had a scar across the front.
To further desecrate the instrument, my grandfather wrote my name in tiny little letters near the neck - in ink. The ink has since faded, but the indentation of the pen remains. At the time, I found that incredibly irritating but today I'm glad I have his handwriting on the guitar, however faded it may be.
This is the guitar I played for many years. While most of the scars were already on it - the ones on the back I think came from my grandfather's belt buckle while the one on the front probably came from a watch band - I'm sure I added a few nicks and scratches to it myself.
I bought a Takamine classical guitar around 1990 and put the Yamaha in a case and stowed it in the closet.
I played the Takamine for a long time. By then, my back had become troublesome and holding my heavy electric guitars was problematic, so I'd stopped using those.
After a while, even the Takamine became difficult for me to hold. Since it was a classical guitar, it didn't have a strap on it to help hold it up.
The mini-Taylor is on the left, the Takamine is on the right. Note the little button on the bottom of the mini-Taylor. That's for the strap. |
So I started seeking out a different guitar. First I bought a mini-Taylor while we were vacationing in Charleston, SC. It sounded clear and was small. It played well and I could hold it. Then in 2019, I purchased a cheap Epiphone Les Paul Special that was, for an electric guitar, relatively lightweight.
This is the cheap Epiphone electric. |
I played those two guitars for the last several years. In August 2020, I had a bad upper respiratory infection (it was not Covid) that put me to bed for nearly two weeks. I had also stopped seeing my chiropractor because of Covid, unless I was having a real problem, so my back wasn't receiving the attention it needed. (I generally see the chiropractor every two weeks.)
By the time I'd recovered from the upper respiratory infection, I could not pick up my electric guitar and hold it for very long without it causing strain on my back. The mini-Taylor also started bothering me. I began sitting more when I played, but still experienced pain. I tried different positions, but nothing helped.
The straps on these two guitars go from the body area only. There is a peg for a loop for a strap on the bottom and another at the top of the body where the neck connects on both guitars. I strong suspected the weight distribution was a problem, but I didn't know what to do about it except constantly change positions and try to keep things from hurting.
Of course the less I played, the more my fingers hurt when I did play. Playing an instrument is like writing - it's a skill that one must continually nurture. (That's why I write this blog, to nurture that skill.) So I kept picking up the guitar almost daily even if I only played one song. That was frustrating, though, because I couldn't practice or learn anything new. I was just trying to keep the calluses on my fingertips.
About a month ago, I was watching an old tape of Melissa Etheridge and Dolly Parton doing a duet together. I noticed that Dolly Parton was playing a small Martin (they don't make them like that anymore) and her strap did not attach to the body on the left side - it went up to the neck.
That meant that the weight distribution went more across the top of the shoulders and there was less tension on one set of muscles on the left shoulder.
Dolly Parton's strap was more like a rope while Melissa Etheridge's strap was thick and went down the front.
The only guitar I had that allowed for a strap from the neck to the back of the guitar body was my old Yamaha.
So I dug it out of the closet, dusted it off, and put new strings on it.
However, even after cleaning it, the guitar smelled musty. You know, like your grandma's attic. The odor came from the sound hole in the guitar, and because I am so environmentally sensitive to everything, I couldn't ignore it. In fact, I developed another sinus infection that I suspect was a combination of trying to play this guitar and pollen.
I couldn't even play it long enough to see if the change in strap position would make much difference.
Ridding something old of that musty smell is a challenge. I put a dryer sheet in the hole. I placed cotton balls swabbed with Ozium in the hole (it smells sort of lemony). However, the musty smell remained and I was frustrated.
Then I watched an old Fleetwood Mac concert on TV. Lindsay Buckingham was playing a Rick Turner electric guitar (would love to have one of those, but it's a $15,000 guitar, so no). I noticed that on all of his guitars, though, he had the sound hole covered.
Sound hole covers are generally used to keep guitars from "feeding back" or squealing through the amplifier.
They aren't very expensive. I bought one online and it arrived yesterday. It didn't fit exactly because of my grandfather's modifications to the guitar, but my husband was able to trim it up. I slipped the sound hole cover over the sound hole and guess what! I can't smell the musty smell. It's trapped in the guitar (along with a sheet of Bounce).
Now to see if I can get my fingers back to playing without my back feeling like it might break!
(As a plus, I was surprised to find that the Yamaha is lighter than the mini-Taylor, even though the Taylor is a smaller guitar. It must be made of a heavier wood.)
Wish me luck.
And lots of practice time.
Sunday, May 02, 2021
Sunday Stealing
A. I should probably say my wedding day, but honestly I think it was when I received my master's degree.
2. What is your favorite childhood memory?
3. Describe your dream vacation.
4. Do you see yourself as an optimist, pessimist, or realist? Why?
6. What board game do you hate the most?
7. Describe the worst haircut you ever got.
8. What’s the worst job you ever had?
9. What is one thing you want to be remembered for?
10. On a scale of 1-10, what is the highest level of pain you’ve ever experienced?
11. What fashion trend do you wish would go away?
12. What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?
15. What food/drinks would you pack in a picnic basket?
I encourage you to visit other participants in Sunday Stealing posts and leave a comment. Cheers to all us thieves who love memes, however we come by them.
Saturday, May 01, 2021
Saturday 9: Love Story
Thursday, April 29, 2021
Thursday Thirteen
Thursday Thirteen is played by lots of people; there is a list here if you want to read other Thursday Thirteens and/or play along. I've been playing for a while and this is my 704thd time to do a list of 13 on a Thursday. Or so sayth the Blogger counter, anyway.