overwhelming numbers of attacks in Sydney with huge numbers of casualties from dirty bombs and chemical weapons. They're such a peaceful country. Why would someone attack them on such a grand scale?
There are no reports from South America or Africa in the handful of articles that Mick and Jason brought home.
Mr. P gave Mick several other articles describing local events and small outbreaks of HDI in the rural areas and little towns across the country. It's all the same.
Caleb is stuck to Marisa and Amber’s getting a little jealous. I need to find time and play a couple hands of "Go Fish" with her today.
We're gonna spend the remainder of this day gathering firewood, taking inventory, cleaning our weapons, and licking our wounds. Actually, Tig is licking his wound and trying to gnaw off the Ace bandage we used to splint his leg.
We’ll prepare to be completely on our own. I have a large amount of water stored in twelve 55 gallon barrels. I also have water stored in two-liter bottles and water jugs. There’s a little stream that runs down the hill in the woods to the right of us, and there’s the big pond on the other side of Mr. Peterson's field along with the little creek behind his house. It won't be enough. It'll never be enough.
We have the generato r shut down to try and conserve our gasoline. I know Mick can go back into town and get more from the tanker trucks, but I want to keep his trips to town down to a minimum.
I'll ask him about driving an entire tanker truck back here to our property. He’s driven construction equipment but he's never driven anything that big. I don't know if he can.
Jason said he drove his uncle's big rig one afternoon a few years ago. Maybe he can get the tanker here. Maybe I’ll be too nervous to have a tank of explosive, flammable, gasoline in the yard... Oh, I don't know. I'll figure it out tonight when we all sit down together.
I plan to send Mick to Nana and Pop's tomorrow and insist that they load up everything they need and come stay with us. I hope they're still okay.
We're having a family meeting tonight to decide what kind of steps we'll take to keep ourselves, our family, and our property safe.
I hear Mick and Jason talking on the front porch. It's cold out today,so I'll ask Mick to build a fire as soon as he comes in the door.
Lunch will be sandwiches and some kind of canned soup heated in my cast-iron hanging pot over the fire.
Writing all this out has worn my pencil to a nub, cramped my fingers, and fried my brain. I’m gonna lie down and try to sleep.
Bye for now.
Monday, January 6
The generator is running, so I can use the computer!
The phones and electricity are still down and I doubt they'll come back in my lifetime. The only good thing about having no Internet is that I'm not receiving dozens of spam emails to sort through e ach day.
I d on’t need to send Mick for Nana and Pop this morning. They showed up in their big ol' motorhome, packed to the gills, right as we were about to sit down for the family meeting last night. They got that thing maneuvered around and parked in the back yard near the barn. They have propane for heat and cooking.
I told them that Mick and I would take the pull out couch and they could have our bed, but they insisted on staying in the motorhome overnight and I don't blame them 'cause it's downright freezing ou tside. We may sleep on the pull-out tonight, anyway. It's near the fireplace in the living room, and I know it'll be even colder outside tonight than it is this morning.
Our porch thermometer says the temperature is 28 degrees this morning. Nana's feeding everyone pancakes with syrup, on paper plates, out the door of the motorhome. That thing is so packed that there isn't enough room for anyone other than her and Pop. Thanks for breakfast, Nana. God Bless You!
Mick has a fire going in the fireplace and I have a little foot heater plugged into the generator strip.
There are no reports from South America or Africa in the handful of articles that Mick and Jason brought home.
Mr. P gave Mick several other articles describing local events and small outbreaks of HDI in the rural areas and little towns across the country. It's all the same.
Caleb is stuck to Marisa and Amber’s getting a little jealous. I need to find time and play a couple hands of "Go Fish" with her today.
We're gonna spend the remainder of this day gathering firewood, taking inventory, cleaning our weapons, and licking our wounds. Actually, Tig is licking his wound and trying to gnaw off the Ace bandage we used to splint his leg.
We’ll prepare to be completely on our own. I have a large amount of water stored in twelve 55 gallon barrels. I also have water stored in two-liter bottles and water jugs. There’s a little stream that runs down the hill in the woods to the right of us, and there’s the big pond on the other side of Mr. Peterson's field along with the little creek behind his house. It won't be enough. It'll never be enough.
We have the generato r shut down to try and conserve our gasoline. I know Mick can go back into town and get more from the tanker trucks, but I want to keep his trips to town down to a minimum.
I'll ask him about driving an entire tanker truck back here to our property. He’s driven construction equipment but he's never driven anything that big. I don't know if he can.
Jason said he drove his uncle's big rig one afternoon a few years ago. Maybe he can get the tanker here. Maybe I’ll be too nervous to have a tank of explosive, flammable, gasoline in the yard... Oh, I don't know. I'll figure it out tonight when we all sit down together.
I plan to send Mick to Nana and Pop's tomorrow and insist that they load up everything they need and come stay with us. I hope they're still okay.
We're having a family meeting tonight to decide what kind of steps we'll take to keep ourselves, our family, and our property safe.
I hear Mick and Jason talking on the front porch. It's cold out today,so I'll ask Mick to build a fire as soon as he comes in the door.
Lunch will be sandwiches and some kind of canned soup heated in my cast-iron hanging pot over the fire.
Writing all this out has worn my pencil to a nub, cramped my fingers, and fried my brain. I’m gonna lie down and try to sleep.
Bye for now.
Monday, January 6
The generator is running, so I can use the computer!
The phones and electricity are still down and I doubt they'll come back in my lifetime. The only good thing about having no Internet is that I'm not receiving dozens of spam emails to sort through e ach day.
I d on’t need to send Mick for Nana and Pop this morning. They showed up in their big ol' motorhome, packed to the gills, right as we were about to sit down for the family meeting last night. They got that thing maneuvered around and parked in the back yard near the barn. They have propane for heat and cooking.
I told them that Mick and I would take the pull out couch and they could have our bed, but they insisted on staying in the motorhome overnight and I don't blame them 'cause it's downright freezing ou tside. We may sleep on the pull-out tonight, anyway. It's near the fireplace in the living room, and I know it'll be even colder outside tonight than it is this morning.
Our porch thermometer says the temperature is 28 degrees this morning. Nana's feeding everyone pancakes with syrup, on paper plates, out the door of the motorhome. That thing is so packed that there isn't enough room for anyone other than her and Pop. Thanks for breakfast, Nana. God Bless You!
Mick has a fire going in the fireplace and I have a little foot heater plugged into the generator strip.
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