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wow. great post. i felt like i could really feel what it was like for you at that camp.
good for you, meg.
I’ll tell you, I’m convinced. Although – about this –
“I am nothing if not mightily burdened by the kind of maternal drive that can materialize apple pies and diapers out of thin air.”
Can you use that for personal gain? Want to come over for dinner sometime? You can leave the diapers in thin air, but some of that fresh-baked apple pie is totally acceptable.
How can you do it? I am such a pantywaste.
I don’t know about Canada, but in the US I always smell a tad of chlorine from the water; makes you wander what it has killed, did they add enough?. I would take boiled water any day; at least I then know that something has been done.
Protecting your hands probably saved you. My sister, who is a doctor, has repeatedly told me the importance of washing your hands. Alternatively you might just be a freak of nature. Do you go green when you get angry?
Ah memories. Those few days changed the way I look at the world. Everything now falls into two categories: contaminated, and uncontaminated. And the reason I didn’t eat was that you get the virus from touching something that is contaminated and then touching your face or ingesting it somehow. So I just figured, if I didn’t ingest anything, I couldn’t get the virus! It worked. So. :) We are a couple of clean women.
One of your greatest posts (which are getting too many to count). I just don’t know what to say anymore.