The novelty of living "Little House on the Prairie", where only Pa goes to town, is beginning to fade. Like so many people, I have already worked through all the DIY pioneer tasks: I made bread, pickled vegetables, started plugs of herb seeds to plant in warm weather. My ill-fated attempt at making cheese from a gallon of whole milk produced a wizened tennis ball that tasted like wallpaper paste. I'm itchy to travel but no country will admit me. I'd settle for neighboring states but Wisconsin has already warned us away--their health care system won't accomodate an influx of city people. Now that Minnesota has established adequate testing capacity, there's talk of contract tracing by the state to prevent flare ups. Some people are rattled by the perceived loss of privacy, but not me. For more than 8 years, my mobile phone has auto recorded my location 24/7. This works as an automated diary, which fills the gaps as my memory erodes. What was the name of...
An irregular journal to record the experience of living through a pandemic.