Thursday, June 4, 2020

Behind the mask

As I work my days in our paltry excuse for a library I have worn my mask more and more all the time. And in most of my limited in person interactions with library patrons I am wearing a mask as well. This is during our curbside pickup wherein usually all I'm doing is popping open the front door of the library and tossing books and dvd's out like so many chunks of meat to appease the dark gods.

But sometimes the Dark Gods want to chat, or to thank me, or they have a question. So, if the dark god in question, or, er, the library patron in question, is six feet away, I am willing to say "You're welcome." or to answer their question, or to exchange a few brief pleasantries. And when I do this sometimes I find myself smiling. 

And then I realize they can't see me smiling.

So I stop.


  1. Smile with your eyes. I know you can do it, I've seen it.

    When Irish eyes are smiling
    Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
    In the lilt of Irish laughter
    You can hear the angels sing
    When Irish hearts are happy
    All the world seems bright and gay
    And when Irish eyes are smiling
    Sure, they steal your heart away

    1. Sure. But maybe it's a reminder to only smile when I mean it.


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