This morning I mowed the lawn
When I had finished I sat drinking a cold glass of water wondering whether mowing the lawn was such a good idea. I suppose I crave some normality in this new world. At the same time I will be sending signals out that I am here. Do I want to do this? Surely in all of the stories about the end of days there are zombie hordes roaming the streets looking for fresh meat. I haven't seen any zombie hordes yet and I'm not sure they would stop to admire my garden. This set me thinking. What if there are others? Will they be looting and pillaging or will they try to continue with some sense of normality? I guess I'll find out in time.
So far I have not wandered too far from my home. I feel safe here but I need to explore a little further. My car still works fine (I washed it after I mowed the lawn) so I have the means to go further. I guess I am a little worried about what I might find. Tomorrow might be the day to take the car out.
I think I have already begun to adapt to this new type of existence.
Yesterday, I phoned every number in my contact list. All the numbers rang and rang and nobody answered. I have tried to listen to all the radio stations I can think of. Some have music playing but I suspect this is a prerecorded loop as there is no DJ to break things up. Others just give out a very flat digital whine. It's almost worse than listening to nothing. The television is similar to the radio. Some channels are broadcasting, while others aren't. The news stations have a screen that reads 'We will return shortly' or words to that effect. I don't suspect that they will ever return.
My thoughts have started to turn to survival. For the moment electricity still flows but I guess that once there is a power cut it won't be coming back on. The milk in the fridge has started to sour. I realise that I need to stockpile canned goods. I also realise how sheltered my world has been. Never have I had to fend for myself. Never did I expect life to take this turn.
I think I need to move from my house to something with more space. Perhaps something with a basement to store my food supplies. I can't really bear to leave my house. The memories pull on me like the moon pulls on the sea. But I have to be practical. I need to have a plan and be ready. I need to adapt to the new normal.
Tomorrow I will explore.
