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For the Merry Quarantine Christmas 2020 Pajamas Family Xmas Dabbing Shirt but in fact I love this first time since early March, I went to an actual dinner party, at a friend’s home in Ann Arbor. It was held on the outdoor deck of their suburban home – three socially distanced tables of four taking up the entire space — and the only access to the house was a short direct path to the bathroom. Family members or those who were already part of a quarantine pod were seated together and there was no embarrassment about asking about one’s Covid status or what precautions they had been taking over the course of the pandemic to stay safe. One father and son had just finished a road trip from Washington, D.C., but they announced upon arrival (and through their masks) that they had been tested for Covid two days earlier and that the results came back negative. That this has been gorgeous Michigan summer has made outdoor dining a viable option, and my friends have been entertaining pretty regularly of late, but they have now begun to make plans for winter. They are researching outdoor heaters, heavy blankets and wind shields that will help them turn their deck into an outdoor living/dining room. Already, they are planning a socially distanced Thanksgiving, perhaps with guests bringing blankets instead of pies.

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For more than a decade, visitors who arrive in Provincetown by the Merry Quarantine Christmas 2020 Pajamas Family Xmas Dabbing Shirt but in fact I love this Boston ferry have been greeted by huge black-and-white photographs of elderly women, the wives of Portuguese fisherman, affixed to the side of a warehouse. This year, they were joined by signs in the harbor announcing that this Cape Cod community was a mandatory mask zone. This is a town that has embraced coronavirus protocols with determination and vigilance. Over the course of a week, I didn’t see a single person on the street without a mask — even joggers and bicyclists had them affixed — and the same was true at the beach. Beachgoers trod through the sand fully masked, and only took them off when they had found a socially distanced spot for their blanket. One morning, I walked out of my B&B without realizing I had forgotten my mask. On the street, I encountered an elderly woman who immediately gave me a look that would have done Medusa proud. “Sorry,” I said, sheepishly, as I headed back inside to find my mask.