I’m way late with this second entry. I really wanted to look back and reflect on what it was like when this all came rolling in, but I no longer remember exact dates, but I still want to capture the moments. This entry is mostly for me, so I can remember the sequence of events when and if everything gets back to normal.
Some advice from the television, still early on, suggested that those over 60 should stock up on things they needed for being sick. I suggested to John that each time he went to the store, he should get a couple extra cans of soup, tissues, Sprite, cold medicine, etc. I remember being concerned about my friends’ spring break plans.
The last place my husband and I went was on a weekend trip to Clifty Falls State Park. The KidsPlayers had given us state park gift cards, and we had a bucket list of staying at each of the state park inns over the next few years. We’d been to the Abe Martin Lodge in Brown County; Clifty Inn was next.
We actually started the day at Charlestown State Park. I had heard about an abandoned amusement park – Rose Island – from the 1920s and 30s that had been flooded out (since it was on the Ohio River). A hiking trail ran through its ruins. I thought it would be a great place to explore.
We were practically the only ones there. We saw others on the trail, but at a far distance from us. I had the wherewithal to take photos and notes to write a story – one of the last I would write before things tightened up – to fill the Just 4 Fun pages for the newspaper I worked for.
From there, we went on to Clifty Inn. We ate our meals at the lodge and read in front of the fire, and we watched the news. The NBA shut down; the NCAA basketball tournament first said they’d play without crowds, then canceled altogether; schools began to close; baseball shut down. Breaking news came every few minutes with another alarming change to our society. We learned that Tom Hanks and his wife had tested positive for the coronavirus, and our sense of concern heightened. If Tom Hanks, with all of celebrity and money couldn't stay safe, what hope was there for us? We listened for medical advice on how to stay safe, how to recognize the signs of the virus and what to do if we felt sick. We swallowed and took deep breaths, felt each others' heads for fevers. We were nervous.
Saturday was cold and rainy, so, with some relief, we scrapped our plan to wander around in Madison. Instead, stayed in, read more books in front of the fire; we taught ourselves a new game: Horrified, a game we bought at GenCon. And we watched the news. We kept to ourselves. We felt wide-eyed at the rapid pace of changes that were going on. We ate in the dining area, where there were a surprising lot of people still. But there was hand sanitizer at the hostess station, our waiter for gloves and wiped everything down before we sat at the table.
It was such a strange and surreal weekend, normal, and yet not normal. Sunday, we slept in and watched still more news. My friend’s cruise was canceled; my other friend came home early from Florida. We left the inn around noon and drove home -- all at a heightened sense of awareness, on edge, uncertain about the changes, uncertain about everything.
