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    We Could Have Died I

    There's talk of a cover up.

    We were there, but we didn't camp in the infected area. We almost did, because we flew to California, and didn't bring gear, so the tent camps would have been a obvious option for us. Luckily, our friends had tents and gear, so we stayed in a regular campground and only walked through the infected area once. Still, we waited for the incubation period. People who stayed there were dying. Others were very sick.

    They've known about it for years, my friends tell me.

    I don't know what the solution is, but I'm glad I didn't die.

    It's not the fault of the mice; they're just doing what mice do. If they're infected, it's no more their fault than all the people in the hospitals who are sick.

    When the incubation period passed and we weren't sick, I breathed out a sigh of relief.

    There's lots of info on the web about it: for example: info

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    Last night, my mother-in-law came to dinner and my husband cooked. He made spaghetti, one of his specialties. It was excellent. They sat, drank wine and talked. I can't drink. I sat, listened, sometimes contributes and painted.

    My mother-in-law is not like some mother-in-laws, not like the ones people complain about. She's really nice.

    I painted in the new banana leaf and weed sketchbook I bought in San Rafael, California with its handmade paper and cover.

    I was thinking of the hantavirus, of the people who died, of the mice, just trying to live their lives. Of how close we came.

    I was thinking of the literally thousands of mice I raised when I was a kid. I like mice.

    The watercolor paint I used responds differently to this banana paper than to regular paper. I used watercolor and a touch of gouache for white because of the brown paper. The banana paper is tannish brown and strangely absorbant. I am an old dog trying to learn new tricks.

    Speak. Roll over. Play dead.
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