if he tried to figure it out and screwed it up, it wouldn’t be good to have little Markie Junior running around the mine with no diapers and three years to go until breakout.
So she did some calculations and decided she needed 220 cases of each of the four sizes of Pampers, thirty baby bottles, and seventy cases of disposable bottle liners. And although Mark hadn’t thought of it but should have, she added baby powder, diaper rash cream, baby food and powdered formula to the list as well.
Hannah had found that Amazon sold pretty much anything except the kitchen sink. Actually, they probably sold that too, but she never really checked.
So she logged on and ordered 50 cases of each diaper, and all of the other items. She made a note to herself to order the rest of the diapers in three or four more shipments over the next couple of weeks. She had everything shipped to the feed store, and didn’t want to burden Bryan all at once. Or the UPS driver, for that matter.
She also ordered twenty cases of heavy duty paper plates, twenty cases of hot cups, twenty cases of cold cups, and ten cases each of disposable knives, forks and spoons. This was a decision she made on her own without consulting anyone else.
Her logic was sound, of course. It always was. She was a scientist, after all.
Buying and using disposable products in the mine would save a lot of work. Washing dishes for forty people three times a day would get old very quickly.
It would also save a lot of water. And water, along with diesel fuel and food, made up the three essentials of their survival.
And finally, using paper products would give them a lot more burnable items to use should they ever run out of diesel.
Once all of her ordering was done for the night, Hannah went back to her current project.
She logged on to the National Weather Ser vice website and researched historical weather data for Junction, Texas.
The records dated back to 19 07, long before there was a National Weather Service. A disclaimer on the site stated that information on weather prior to 1972 had been collected from local Farmer’s Almanacs. Thank God for farmers, Hannah thought.
The project was a tedious one. She went to where she’d left off the night before: June 2, 1945. The low temperature in Junction, Texas that day was 72 degrees. The high was 91. There was rain that day.
Hannah recorded all three items of data into a logbook. Then she went on to the next day, June 3, 1945, and did the same thing.
After two hours she had finished with 1945 and had made it halfway through February, 1946 when Mark came in and kissed her on the back of the neck. He asked if she were almost ready for bed.
She thought that would be a good time to wrap things up. Besides, looking at all those numbers was starting to give her a headache.
Mark noted her progress and said “Have I ever told you how brilliant you are?”
“Not nearly enough.” She said.
Shortly after she’d started this project, Mark had asked her what she was doing.
She explained to him that once they broke out of the mine, and started growing their own crops, that they would need someone to forecast the weather. To tell them the optimal time to plant, what the chances of rain were each day, and how hot or cold they could expect it to get.
“I’m going to be the weather girl.” Hannah had said.
She explained to Mark that in the old days, before TV weathermen and Doppler radar and nationwide weather alerts, farmers used their own records and records of the Farmer’s Almanac to keep track of weather data.
“Let’s say it’s March 15th, and it’s sunny and bright and 78 degrees. You want to know if it’s too early to plant our corn crop. So I go back through the records and discover that in the last fifty years,
So she did some calculations and decided she needed 220 cases of each of the four sizes of Pampers, thirty baby bottles, and seventy cases of disposable bottle liners. And although Mark hadn’t thought of it but should have, she added baby powder, diaper rash cream, baby food and powdered formula to the list as well.
Hannah had found that Amazon sold pretty much anything except the kitchen sink. Actually, they probably sold that too, but she never really checked.
So she logged on and ordered 50 cases of each diaper, and all of the other items. She made a note to herself to order the rest of the diapers in three or four more shipments over the next couple of weeks. She had everything shipped to the feed store, and didn’t want to burden Bryan all at once. Or the UPS driver, for that matter.
She also ordered twenty cases of heavy duty paper plates, twenty cases of hot cups, twenty cases of cold cups, and ten cases each of disposable knives, forks and spoons. This was a decision she made on her own without consulting anyone else.
Her logic was sound, of course. It always was. She was a scientist, after all.
Buying and using disposable products in the mine would save a lot of work. Washing dishes for forty people three times a day would get old very quickly.
It would also save a lot of water. And water, along with diesel fuel and food, made up the three essentials of their survival.
And finally, using paper products would give them a lot more burnable items to use should they ever run out of diesel.
Once all of her ordering was done for the night, Hannah went back to her current project.
She logged on to the National Weather Ser vice website and researched historical weather data for Junction, Texas.
The records dated back to 19 07, long before there was a National Weather Service. A disclaimer on the site stated that information on weather prior to 1972 had been collected from local Farmer’s Almanacs. Thank God for farmers, Hannah thought.
The project was a tedious one. She went to where she’d left off the night before: June 2, 1945. The low temperature in Junction, Texas that day was 72 degrees. The high was 91. There was rain that day.
Hannah recorded all three items of data into a logbook. Then she went on to the next day, June 3, 1945, and did the same thing.
After two hours she had finished with 1945 and had made it halfway through February, 1946 when Mark came in and kissed her on the back of the neck. He asked if she were almost ready for bed.
She thought that would be a good time to wrap things up. Besides, looking at all those numbers was starting to give her a headache.
Mark noted her progress and said “Have I ever told you how brilliant you are?”
“Not nearly enough.” She said.
Shortly after she’d started this project, Mark had asked her what she was doing.
She explained to him that once they broke out of the mine, and started growing their own crops, that they would need someone to forecast the weather. To tell them the optimal time to plant, what the chances of rain were each day, and how hot or cold they could expect it to get.
“I’m going to be the weather girl.” Hannah had said.
She explained to Mark that in the old days, before TV weathermen and Doppler radar and nationwide weather alerts, farmers used their own records and records of the Farmer’s Almanac to keep track of weather data.
“Let’s say it’s March 15th, and it’s sunny and bright and 78 degrees. You want to know if it’s too early to plant our corn crop. So I go back through the records and discover that in the last fifty years,
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