So weekend before last we had Harvey come through. Thankfully, we are about 3 hours inland, and not right not on the coast. We were very blessed that we only got minor damage to the house, and everything that was destroyed is replaceable. The fence will get rebuilt, the siding and roof will get repaired. I can’t imagine having our entire home, and all the precious mementos within, washed away. My heart goes out to those families that have to rebuild their lives. And now those in the line of Irma.
Having said that though, last week was filled with fence contractors, roofers climbing around, and insurance adjusters. Man, the insurance company. I think I would rather go to the gynecologist AND get a root canal before dealing with the insurance company again. I think I’m thankful to have house insurance.
So in addition to Harvey, my oldest started kindergarten this week. She’s never done any kind of school before, so this is a big adjustment. All 4 kids have to have new schedules to accommodate dropping off and picking up, and man she’s cranky when she gets home. Everyone’s exhausted. And then it only took about 2 days for her to come home saying one of the girls was mean to her at recess and a boy spit on her. This kindergarten stuff is not for the faint of heart.
Last weekend for the long holiday we traveled to visit family. And there was a gas shortage. Actually, that may or may not be true. The rumor of a gas shortage
started circling on social media, due to Harvey and the refineries in Houston. So everyone freaked out and started hoarding gas. So then all the gas stations were out of gas. But was there really a shortage to being with? Who knows. Some say yes and some say no. I don’t know which came first, the chicken or the egg.
But the night before we left, Kevin took the car (which was on empty) to fill it up. He literally had to go to at least 6 gas stations before he found one with gas. They had cops out watching for hoarders, employees directing traffic, long times, the whole bit. Then Saturday as we were driving, there was only gas at 1 or 2 stations out of the dozen or so we passed.
I’m not so worried about the gas problem now. It’ll pass, and we’ll all be fueled up again soon. But it did get me thinking about what happens when the zombie apocalypse comes and we for real have a gas shortage. I think it’s probably inevitable that the pumps will dry up at some point. Hopefully that comes after we’ve conquered and moved on from our dependence on petroleum, but what if it doesn’t? I guess we’d start walking everywhere. Maybe buy a horse? The Amish might have the right idea. They may have the last laugh.
Harvey did get me thinking about being more responsible about having a disaster plan in place for the family. When you hear the announcement to either evacuate or else write your name and social on your arm with a Sharpie, you start thinking about things a little differently. Thankfully we weren’t close enough to the coast to need to evacuate, but how scary would that be?
I do also think I need to start building up a supply of food at home. I’ve seen different websites about how to build up enough food to feed a family of however many over the course of a few months, buying here and there. It was eerie to see so many empty shelves at the grocery store. We are so dependent on others to take care of us. What would we do if we couldn’t just go buy what we need? No gas? No food at the grocery? We’d be sunk. We’d all want to be friends with Bear Gryllis, he’d probably be fine.
It makes me think that I need to get a little survival training. Here in our neck of the woods the beer and tortilla chips were the first to sell out. What if rather than just eat like the paleolithic people, we had to hunt and gather like them, too? Would that happen? What would we hunt? Or gather? Would we all be hiding in bunkers, fighting each other to the death over the last bit of supplies like in the Hunger Games? Or would we be doing whatever it is that they do in The Walking Dead? (I’ve never seen that show, but I don’t think it turns out very well for most of them). I hope when the apocalypse comes I’m not wearing a red shirt. I at least want to make it to the sequel.