quarantine chronicles

this blog came to a natural end when i found that my time was limited and my priorities had shifted; that photos had become too hard for me to manage; that the events of our lives, while satisfying and active, were annually repeating and monotonous; that no one reads this and the record of our life was of minimal value. so i stopped.

but we are now in the middle of an international event, a moment in history, and it is something i want to be able to remember well. in the middle of this worldwide viral pandemic and the necessary response including working from home, cancelled school, and physical distancing, our activities are disrupted, our world has shrunk, and the photos of it all are rare.

so i'm waking this blog back up and resuming the record keeping, if only just in this weird time.

i'm missing activity, and feeling nostalgic for normal, so i peeked back at the photos and calendar from the days prior to the shut down of american life as we know it.

in early march, coronavirus cases and COVID-19 deaths were peaking in italy and china, but in wisconsin we had dinner with friends, the kids ended their weekly cross country ski lessons at elver park, i was enjoying my weekly volleyball game, and we had a ski weekend with friends in wausau. we squeezes in a few last spring ski days in preparation for the big race in norway. we tapped the maple tree, and said goodbye to a dying chicken (goodbye michelle mudpit). we went to concerts in the week before the shut down (thank you wilco and theo katzman for singing to us as things started to crumble), and ramona even snuck in a mustache-school-spirit-day followed by a birthday party sleepover at the end of what would turn out to be the last day of school on the auspicious date of friday, march 13.

how little we understood about what was about to change.