Tuesday, August 16, 2011
11:43 AM
So, Edgar comes home from work last night and tells me that a bunch of guys at work are thinking of bugging out. "Bugging out?" What the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean, come on. This is northern Ontario, when has bird flu, or swine flu, or even anthrax ever touched us way up here? I'm pretty sure that all germs freeze to death as soon as they cross the big lake. We never get affected by anything up here.
Doesn't matter, he tells me. He didn't go to work this morning, no matter how much I argued with him. He just keeps insisting that this time, it's different. He's in the garage right now, packing up all our camping gear. Where did my rational, reasonable husband go and who is this man?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
1:30 PM
This is insane. I think Ed has officially lost his mind, and he's told me to start packing, just what's necessary. What does a madman consider necessary, anyway? I need books; the kids need toys, but I'm pretty sure that's not what he has in mind. Time to just go along with it, I suppose and pack for a long camping trip (books included).
Thursday, August 18, 2011
3:25 PM
Ugh, it's been so long since I wrote in an actual paper notebook, my penmanship looks like my fifth grader's.
Anyways, we're not the first to think of leaving town. Bill Jensen and his wife, the Hoskels, MacNamaras, and four other families I don't know. Ed says they're from Long Lake. Our favourite camping spot is suddenly rather crowded. At least there are other kids here for Jason and Daniel to play with. The thought of trying to keep those boys entertained would probably drive me around the bend, and I'd be as crazy as Ed was acting before we drove up here. He seems to have calmed down considerably now, thank god.
We brought 20 gallons of gas and a generator, enough blankets and dry socks to keep the entire camp toasty, and if the fishing is good, the food should last us a couple of weeks. Not sure what the game plan is after that. Hopefully somebody brought a decent radio with them.
He's probably going to shit bricks when he realizes that I made entire layers of books underneath all the cushions in the motorhome. Somehow, I suspect that charging my ereader is not going to be a priority.
