Spellbooks and amulets
I've thought a lot about risk assessment and tolerance today. As a result of some conversations I've had, I'm aware that Noah and I may be unwelcome at some social gatherings tentatively planned for Prague. It stung—it still stings—but there is absolutely nothing to be done for it; we did a detailed risk assessment and made a decision that not everyone in attendance may find comfortable. It may well just be us, on our own, for five weeks.
I've started calling it "The Zombie Apocalypse Game."
- Don't get bitten, sneezed, or coughed on.
- Wear your amulets, your gauntlets.
- Carry your warding cloths.
- Use your potions.
While picking up a couple of last-minute items at Fred Meyer, we were bemused to note the outages of hand sanitizer and tissues:
Hope you don't need hand sanitizer!
Hope you don't need tissues!
It's good to know that others want to carry warding cloths and potions, too.
Today, we bought a gorgeous hardback copy of Emily Wilson's new translation of The Odyssey for shared reading on the trip; something about that choice of book feels right and satisfying to my soul. A sprawling story about the lure of adventure and yearning for home feels exactly right for a trip deeply fraught with uncertainty, and the idea of sharing pages back and forth with Noah is a pleasure.
Perhaps it can be our spellbook.