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My journal of life after the first Earth decline. A new order of normal arose. |
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This is a new world. Not the world where I was raised. My mother and father didn't survive the plague that took everyone regardless of social status, physical beauty or strength, or political association. I'm glad they are not here to see the changes. Married people are no longer married. They are bonded only until the woman reaches the end of her fertility cycle. Then she is forced to join one of the many training houses. The man is allowed to choose another mate. Mate is an apt description; like animals form bonds only to reproduce, so have we. The few people who were able to lead us and figure out a way to survive devised the plan to repopulate the earth. We need people to work the farm land and take care of the livestock. We went from the digital age of mechanized food production to the stone age. I'm sorry, that's very dramatic. It's not actually the stone age because we do have basic tools. We don't have gasoline or electricity. Those "luxuries" required people who knew how to run the plants to produce the gasoline and the electricity. The plague hit everyone. Before CNN went off the air, we heard the plague was spread through the air. Airports became ground zero in many countries. Everyone thought they had a cold, runny noses, coughing which spread the plague even more. Then within two days of the symptoms, they were dead. The deadly virus worked its way into the blood stream and attacked the muscles of the heart and turned the heart to stone. In a nutshell: 1. Plague--everything stops working 2. New world order; scientist and some military men in control 3. The population needs to be boosted. 4. Small agricultural towns pop up in the south. 5. Women are sent to Training Houses once they are no longer fertile. 6. Keeping track of families is no longer important since survival requires population to grow. 7. Training Houses are for the education of the children. 8. Men are sent to training houses once it is determined their sperm is no longer viable or are crooked. 9. Libraries are turned into temples. All the knowledge is there. 10. Families no longer exist. Children are kept together and go to training houses like school. When they are physically strong enough, they are trained to help on the farms or with the livestock. 11. Religion is almost non existent. They only pray to the universe for help and guidance. 12. All children trained in self defence and physical fitness. 13. |
| Tuesday is a junk mail day. Today, three pieces of junk mail and one catalog--the catalog was for boxes and other mailing supplies. This company sends me a catalog every quarter. The catalog goes into the rubbish bin. Actually, I should probably recycle it. Yesterday, I got eight copies of the same annual report in the mail. Probably about 4 pounds of paper. Each quarter I imagine doing something creative and noteworthy with these financial reports. So far, I've got nothing. The only thing I can think of is composting. Or maybe paper mache. But then I'd have a paper mache thing that I don't want. And now, I feel like I have to read the whole report because someone spent time gathering the data and if I don't read it, all of their work will be wasted. And what if there's a snippet of wisdom or forwarding looking information that I should know? |
| Vacation Time!! Inspiration Time!! Our vacation was planned with more care than Bush's invasion of Iraq. We used Amtrak Vacations and confirmed everything and carefully read all of our instructions. We watched the weather channel as first one and then another nor'easter attacked the cities we were planning to visit. Our trip started as the second nor'easter ended. We patted ourselves on our backs for a trip well planned. Boston was beautiful as we landed. Sun shining and air clean and crisp. Snow was gathered under trees and shrubbery, but the roads and sidewalks were all clear. Cars and people were busily going their way--probably to work. While we lazed our way with uber to our hotel, The Boston Park Plaza. Swanky is the first word which came to mind. The lobby was clean and bright, white and black dominated the decor. All the front area employees wore black suits. The lobby was full of business people getting breakfast, talking story and just milling around. Our rooms weren't ready. as expected. We dropped our luggage off with the bell desk and slugged our backpacks back on and found directions to the park. The three-minute walk to the park was invigorating. Yes, it was COLD. The snow was still abundant and the colored the wind with cold. We walked to keep warm. We traversed the park going in random directions until we decided to find somewhere to eat. Kirk said that we should find the Gramercy mall. We walked a couple of blocks and realized we didn't know where we were and which way we should go. Thank you, Uber, for coming to our rescue. The driver was very nice, I think he was from the Dominican Republic and had one of those nifty British-like accents. He expertly wove through the rush hour traffic and got us to the shopping center. It was just about 10 a.m. and the food stalls were just opening. Our first breakfast in Boston was shrimp cocktail and chowder. Kirk had a lobster roll and the girls shared my shrimp cocktail and ate most of my chowder. |
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