I had a 2 week old baby and a sick 2 year old. My husband had worked swing shift the night before and we're west coast. So, we were sleeping. The phone rang, we let the machine get it and listened to "some crazy old woman" (later found out it was my dad's mom--oops!) ramble about a bombing on the East Coast. Figured it was some whack job, back to sleep. We had no television so didn't really get the impact until later in the day, getting on line. Honey went into work and I remember nursing my baby, searching on line for some why, some reason, with this complete sense of unreality. The Red Cross put out a call for blood and I called my midwife to see if I could donate since I hadn't lost hardly any blood with the delivery, but she didn't want me to.
The little gas station in our podunk town immediately hiked the price to something like $5 a gallon, and I remember folks were filling up! That station later got boycotted if I remember right and I think went out of business. Overall, my life was pretty un-affected............no friends or family lost, no day to day effect...........but that sense of surrealism continued. And that's when I started prepping.
The little gas station in our podunk town immediately hiked the price to something like $5 a gallon, and I remember folks were filling up! That station later got boycotted if I remember right and I think went out of business. Overall, my life was pretty un-affected............no friends or family lost, no day to day effect...........but that sense of surrealism continued. And that's when I started prepping.
