My power went out this morning. My writer’s mind always runs rampant during these times……….creating scenarios for the blackout of the end times.
Maybe it’s because I have seen two bombings in real time now in life…..One in Yugoslavia and one at the Twin Towers……
I see the Empire State Building from my bedroom window in Jersey. Those evacuation plans are ludicrous……you cannot even make it down the shore on a sunny Saturday…….just imagine Garden State Parkway during a nuclear annihilation.
I worry about my refrigerator food……yes, we have a generator, but you need gas. You need batteries. If the nuclear wind blows down my street, how will I keep a pack of dogs inside….no open windows, no fresh air, no food. I don’t buy canned goods in abundance, my survival pantry is minimal, at best.
I have seen people fight over a loaf of bread in the Jersey supermarket during a 12″ snowstorm……my mind conjures images of gun toting maniacs banging on doors and windows, breaking in for a can of beans.
The power was out for about 20 minutes…….long enough for the apocalyptic novel to be composed in this writer’s head. My husband, he went and took a nap……mind clear of any worries……….
Sigh………..the writer’s mind………..
Maybe I will buy an extra can or two or three of beans today……….
Peace,
Shirl
