The disease struck in late May--hence no posts after that, while we got over the shock. By the time the kids and I got to Canada, Purcell had fallen ill and was quarantined with his parents and another elderly couple, their best friends. Fortunately, we got to participate in the science fair and almost finish the school year before we left, but those adventures will have to wait for later.
Instead of the long summer visit with the grandparents that we had originally planned, the kids and I stayed in Canada for a short visit only. The whole quarantine had become quite a media sensation; in fact the news helicopters circling overhead were often so loud that we had to resort to semaphore flags to communicate with the people inside the clubhouse. Although Bronson had to miss summer camp, I had to tell him that he could really take consolation in that many aspects of our trip were better than any camp could be!
The kids and I kayaked every day on the very water that freezes into an ideal curling surface each winter. Hailey became an expert at communicating with semaphore flags, which Purcell translated for his parents as they looked out from their beds--another one of my wonderful husband's skills! Hailey and I predict a resurgence of this wonderful form of communication, which virtually eliminates any type of ecological impact, including noise pollution! The inmates' condition at that point was already improving, because they could stay awake about as long as Hailey could stand to spell out words with the flags while kneeling in a kayak.
Bronson experimented with communicating via smoke signals, until the local authorities very politely said his actions constituted a fire hazard. After that he had a fabulous time hanging out with the Royal Canadian Mounties, who arrived in force to keep order around the lake. Many of the visitors to the area were quite wonderful of course, and Hailey learned a buffalo wellness dance from the local shaman who showed up to cast a blessing on the clubhouse.
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