My gane clock is running
My life has turned into one of those game shows, where the goal is to beat the clock. Except, I can’t see the timer display. The generator is still running. That’s a plus. It means that we still have hot coffee, running water. Game. Some of the neighbours were here to get a warm shower, and I spent the whole time biting my knuckles. Would they finish before the two big tanks of porpane ran out. Yes, we have our call in for a refill, but that’s for later in the week. I’m living in the now.
We are on the way to that 72 hour target that the governiment uses in the “be prepared” ads that carry an irk factor. A line in the sand, nothing more. I’ve lugged the big battery box back from the RV, in case I need to replug the freezers. A better choice than the local supermarkets, who have put out a call to clients to come for freebies before we have to pitch stuff away. My frozen pizzas are probably safe. I’ve had too many coffees (my bad) and not much else.Jittery? Nah.
As others poke their heads out from the personal turtle shells, damage photos are appaearin on social media. Tree will grow again. Might take the better part of a lifetime to get them as high. That’s why we keep producing kids, right?
One neighbour has been dragging tree trunks down to his personal stash at the bottom of a field. A hearned response; he did this after the last ‘cane, too. Builds habitat for the critters, and gets them off his lawn. So many trees.
