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It's been too long now. I'm really starting to get worried.
I've rung Mum and told her to get her ass home ASAP. She will, I know. But Dad is a different matter. I've told her what to do, but he can be stubborn, and won't believe us until it's too late. I've told her to try and make him come away but that if he doesn't, then to leave him a map to the farm, and come anyway. They have two cars. I can't bear to think of losing both parents.
I've dumped stuff by the front door, ready to go. Our tent, my cast iron hot plates and skillet, my entire pantry, storage containers (my 8.5 litre ones and the BIG glass jars) and rearranged things into each other as much as I could. I've also grabbed the yeast and the bread improver, and taken a few things from the freezer as well. I'm dressed in as many layers as I could put on, I haveplastic bags full of clothes, and only a couple of books, like "On Food and Cooking," so that even if it doesn't have recipes, theory should get us through. I keep thinking I have missed so much, but there's no time and no space. Our car is tiny. I expect I will have stuff under my feet, under all our chairs, down the sides, and into any spare nook and cranny we can fit. Oh gods what have I forgotten?
Mother is h ome already and doing as I told her - the pantry foods and clothes. I've drawn her a map, hoping the shakey hands won't ruin it too much. I've rung Lucretia and Foamiethegreenie to let them know we're heading down to their farm. I expect J and I will argue as we drive about our destination, but right now I want somewhere defensible first. We can check up on his family later.
Vinnie's awake. Good thing too - now I have packed the only formula tin, and put the milk into an esky with some frozen stuff so we can feed him over the next few days. He's mostly eating normal food though. Also reminded me to pack any seeds I have. I still can't believe this is all happening now.
I hear a car. PLease let this be John. I don't know if I can stay sane for much longer without knowing.
I've rung Mum and told her to get her ass home ASAP. She will, I know. But Dad is a different matter. I've told her what to do, but he can be stubborn, and won't believe us until it's too late. I've told her to try and make him come away but that if he doesn't, then to leave him a map to the farm, and come anyway. They have two cars. I can't bear to think of losing both parents.
I've dumped stuff by the front door, ready to go. Our tent, my cast iron hot plates and skillet, my entire pantry, storage containers (my 8.5 litre ones and the BIG glass jars) and rearranged things into each other as much as I could. I've also grabbed the yeast and the bread improver, and taken a few things from the freezer as well. I'm dressed in as many layers as I could put on, I haveplastic bags full of clothes, and only a couple of books, like "On Food and Cooking," so that even if it doesn't have recipes, theory should get us through. I keep thinking I have missed so much, but there's no time and no space. Our car is tiny. I expect I will have stuff under my feet, under all our chairs, down the sides, and into any spare nook and cranny we can fit. Oh gods what have I forgotten?
Mother is h ome already and doing as I told her - the pantry foods and clothes. I've drawn her a map, hoping the shakey hands won't ruin it too much. I've rung Lucretia and Foamiethegreenie to let them know we're heading down to their farm. I expect J and I will argue as we drive about our destination, but right now I want somewhere defensible first. We can check up on his family later.
Vinnie's awake. Good thing too - now I have packed the only formula tin, and put the milk into an esky with some frozen stuff so we can feed him over the next few days. He's mostly eating normal food though. Also reminded me to pack any seeds I have. I still can't believe this is all happening now.
I hear a car. PLease let this be John. I don't know if I can stay sane for much longer without knowing.
