I think this is the middle of April at least that is how I remember things today. I am still in the basement and hear absolutely nothing through the door and windows. I am not sure if everyone is still inside to avoid the radioactive fallout or there was only a handful of us who made it. Now that it has been almost a month’s time I am sure my husband and daughter are gone. That was all the family I had left, now I am certain they didn’t make it past the initial blast. I have not yet mourned, there is too much else to worry about now to take that luxury. I have counted and recounted the food down here and it will be hard, but I can make it at least another month before I need to worry about hunting down more food. Maybe I will be rescued by then? Maybe the enemy will capture me before I have to worry. But then I don’t even no for sure who the enemy was… the airwaves have all been silent. What if I am all alone forever? I don’t want to think about it. I think maybe by day 45 I can venture upstairs and see a little more of the world. I would practically kill to listen to some music, it is so quiet.
It is time to scan the windows for signs of life. I have to do that now as I can see the light fading already. I have to hold out hope there is someone good still left out there. Until tomorrow…
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fallout
There are times I wonder if I should have been born at a different time (I would have fit in with the hippies of the 60s I think) but in reality it is a different place where I should have been born. Don’t get me wrong I love my hometown and have no desire to move. But I think I should have been born Italian. I love pasta! Spaghetti, lasagna, mac and cheese, fettuccine, the list goes on and on. I like tomato sauce, meat sauce, pesto, even a little beer cheese sauce. I could eat pasta every meal and never get bored of it. In fact it is time for dinner now… oh, how I wish massive amounts of carbs was actually good for you.
I had kind of a light breakfast this morning, but at least I had something. In the past I have struggled, and the local food bank kept us from starving. I can’t thank them enough. I know this time is hard for many who are out of work. I had a friend who, a few years ago, was not only out of work but homeless too. I couldn’t fathom how bad it was wondering from day to night where your next meal would come from. I helped him out as best as I could from about 4 states away. He relied heavily on the homeless shelter for a while. Not a bad deal, doing chores around the shelter in exchange for dinner and the occasional sandwich at lunch. Now with so many out of work the food banks need to be as fully stocked as possible. Food is such a precious commodity that everyone should be able to get. Take a minute and think about that when you fix dinner tonight. For that reason I am grateful to have food to eat.
There was once a comedian that talked about diet having a die in it… that is how I kind of look at dieting. I have tried more than once to hop on a diet trend, but the problem is as soon as you say I can’t have it, that is all that I crave. So, over the years I have adapted a little here and there and although I am no where near where I want to be on my weight, I have held even and not gone up. My meds cause weight gain so I am happy to stay even.
I grew up in a household where you got rewarded with food. Birthday dinners were always your choice, you ate when you were stressed and depressed. Even when we were sick there were special meals or treats – like ice cream for a sore throat. I learned well and still turn to food for comfort… but it doesn’t really work.
I eat and I regret. I then try to cut back a little. Add more fruits and especially vegetables. I don’t cut out sweets, only cut them back. I tried to eliminate them but then I tend to binge on them in a frenzy to get that comfort food rush.
I have a very bad relationship with food. As I have heard it said before diet IS a four-letter word! So, I will eat in moderation and when my body lets me, I exercise a little to stay as healthy as I can. What do you do to try to eat right?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – diet
The vacation was over and David was headed home. He was unlocking the door to his apartment and thought he smelled something odd. It was not a pleasant smell, but maybe the neighbors were just cooking some exotic new dish and the odor was only unfamiliar. Then he swung the door open and got a whiff of something strong. Trying not to inhale too deeply he stepped inside and closed the door. The smell was sickening and he had to find its source. He approached the kitchen and found the smell was stronger. Then he realized the gentle ticking of his wall clock could not be heard. He tried the light switch and nothing happened. It was then he realized all the food in his refrigerator had spoiled. He knew he should have had a friend check in on the place while he was gone for a month. He would never go on vacation again without leaving his key with someone. A freezer half-full of meat and groceries wasted, he was glad it hadn’t been fully stocked.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – whiff