Monthly Archives: September 2014

Impact

It hit during the night. No one knows exactly where. I heard someone say we might not see the Sun again.

Because it’s dark all the time the looting has been bad. The people with generators can protect themselves. When the gasoline is gone no one knows what  will happen.

After we used everything from the freezer we decided to try to live off the land as much as we could. We’ve been eating salads but the plants are starting to turn yellow. Someone told me that ‘s called etiolation. They are going to die soon, the plants I mean.

We’ve decided to try hunting. I bet squirrel will taste alright. I hope the geese stay around. We always hated them because they pooped everywhere. Now I see families roasting birds in their backyards.

One nice thing  is the quiet. Since there is no electricity or Internet we have lots of spare time. We read by the fire and talk.

We never talk about the ash that falls over everything.

The duel

I had the best of intentions when I woke. I would get right to it and have a productive day. Breakfast and dishes. Done. Make bed. Done. Shower. Done.

I was off and running and then Mr. Procrastination showed up. “Why don’t you get a glass of water?  You shouldn’t sit so long. Get up and move around.” he said. He was insidious.

I sat back down and got my computer fired up.  “You should check the news in case something important is happening. While you’re at it make sure you don’t have any texts. Of course you need to glance at your email,” he said.

Ï damned Mr. Procrastination to the lowest level of Hell. He almost got me. I took a deep breath and got everything ready. I felt content looking at the pristine, white screen that waited for my wise words. “I think music might help,” Mr Procrastination said. “It’s hot today. You need another glass of water.”

Of course he was right about the water. I filled a clean glass and admired the drops of condensation. I sat back down and decided, what the heck, maybe music would be nice. I launched my music software and played a song. Something wasn’t quite right. That song didn’t fit the mood I needed. Don’t get me wrong I love that band. I decided to make myself a new playlist. I had never done it before and I figured it would just take a few minutes.

Three hours later I was still searching for favorite songs from years ago. I had the best damn playlist ever.

The day was wasted.

I will get you next time Mr. Procrastination.

kusebenta

The rooster sounds like it is next to my ear. I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. A donkey is braying in the distance. “What fun, today we start on the walls,” I think to myself. We all eat dishes of porridge. The tea is milky and filled with sugar.

My job is to carry rocks. I have a burlap bag about a yard long. I pry the first stone out of the crusty soil and drop it into the bag. “Great, only ten thousand more to go.”

Tool

I found it in the back yard. I turned over the spade and there it was. The stone was egg-shaped and it looked man-made. I dusted it off and held it in my hand.

The old man struck the flint with the hammer stone. With each blow a thin flake fell onto the ground. He finished the blade and then he bound it to the polished wood with a length of sinew. He hefted his new tool and smiled.

Cardboard world

I woke at the crack of dawn. I leaned against the wall and my dirty blue sleeping bag covered my chest.

It sure is hot and steamy today.

I rose onto an elbow and the cardboard shifted. Damn, this is the best piece yet. I looked at the gigantic sheet of corrugated paper. It must have come from a big appliance or something.

I propped up my sign and put the plastic bucket in front of it. I have a feeling. Today is going to be a good day.

Time out

I say we get rid of it. We already have space, matter and energy. That should be more than enough for us.

We can start with clocks. Take out the batteries. Take them to the recycling center.

Calendars have got to go too. Put them in your recycling bin. They will make good mulch at the landfill.

No more schedules for you. Forget about days of the week, months and years. Toss out all those interminable centuries and eons.

Doesn’t that feel better?