Mom would stock up on groceries in the fall and then not set foot out of her house all winter. "I am in for the duration,” she would say.
It looks like I will be in for the duration as well, given the viruses wafting about in the dry air, and the ice storms, and the like. I don't even have any entertainment booked until late late April, when Patton Oswalt makes up for the concert he canceled.
Because I haven't left the Saint Louis Metro area for a year, I want a vacation, even with the risks.
I'm not looking too far afield, because I'm hoarding airline miles, and also because after this week the prospect of getting into a tube filled with viruses is not appealing. One place I was considering is Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
It's supposed to be a really interesting little town, and it's only about a five hour drive away. There's allegedly an excellent art museum nearby, there's a wildlife park, and the town is supposedly a sweet little Victorian gem.
I broached it to Gary. "EUREKA SPRINGS ARE YOU CRAZY WHY WOULD I WANT TO GO TO THAT PLACE OF ..OF ...CHARLATANS?"
Evidently, among the faithful, the springs in Eureka Springs are said to have miraculous healing properties. So of course now the whole town is tainted. Strike it off the list.
I did try a Google search for “Midwest science vacation” but that gave predictably poor results. Hmph. We will probably just run down to Saint Genevieve and visit the tiger park there.
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