providing those folks are still there, have this baby. After that, I have a little meeting with The Genesis Brotherhood to attend. Once I’ve dealt with them, I’m going to check out Las Vegas. Antoine was nice enough to provide me with a great series of maps that will help me chart my course. And I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll go alone. I really don’t care if anybody else wants to come.
Saturday, January 24
Today was a good day.
I woke up to wanting a peanut butter sandwich like nothing I’ve ever wanted before. I went down to breakfast, and when I saw the pancakes on a griddle atop the Coleman, I started to cry. Yeah, I know! Crazy-lady alert. Right?
So Jenifer and Shari go into hen mode and rush over to see what’s wrong. I managed to blubber something about wanting my peanut butter sandwich. While those two start hugging me and saying all the standard comfort phrases like “It’s okay, Meredith”, “There, there, Meredith” and “I know, Meredith” I’m only getting worse. Partially because I’m annoyed by their comfort, and partially because I just want a damn peanut butter sandwich. A simple piece of bread slathered with gooey brown stuff, maybe even a second piece of bread slapped on top. Is that too much to ask for?
Then Antoine brought me one. AND a mason-jar of blackberry jam that he and Jamaal made from berries they picked out back on the slope of the hill. I think I used a quarter of the jar! It was the best sandwich I’ve ever eaten in my life. I’d go so far as to say it is the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Of course, that was once I quit bawling.
Like I said, today was a good day.
Monday, January 26
I pulled Jonathan and Jenifer aside today. By Shari’s guess, I am eight weeks away from B-day. I want to make it to that complex in enough time so that, even if Sam’s old friends are wiped out or have moved on, I will have time to find a spot to have this baby. That means I leave tomorrow. “Like it or not,” I explained, “I’m sticking to my plan.”
Being in that gymnasium has only served to amplify my feelings about not staying in one place. Jonathan finally asked the million-dollar question:
“ Why Vegas?”
Simple. I’ve never been. That might seem silly on the surface considering that the casinos are undoubtedly all closed. Still, they have enough juice to be broadcasting a fairly powerful radio signal. To me, that makes Las Vegas the first of the New Wonders of the World.
I actually have a list of places I want to go see: Yellowstone National Park, The Grand Canyon, and Washington D.C. And now I can.
I told Jenifer and Jonathan that I will be leaving the next day, a couple hours after dinner. The last few days, I have been adjusting my sleeping pattern so that I am ready to travel at night.
All my gear is packed on a wheeled sled that both Jamaal and Antoine rigged for me. And I tested it on the hill out back. That baby is smooth, sturdy and all-terrain capable. I am bringing my spear, a pair of 9 mm pistols (two spare magazines and 200 rounds), semi-auto .22 caliber rifle that supports a ten-round magazine (four spare magazines and 500 rounds), a three-foot machete with a leather hip-pouch, two boxes of MREs (twenty days’ worth), one case of bottled water (20-ounce bottles), along with my basic camping supplies. My sled has a harness and I can pull this load without forcing myself into early labor.
We’ll see what happens.
Tuesday, January 27
At separate times, Jenifer and Jonathan both said they’re coming. Also, Shari found me this morning. She’s tagging along as well. I guess I didn’t actually tell Jonathan or Jenifer to keep their mouths shut. I just figure it was implied when I pulled them aside from everybody and had a private conversation with them. Oh well, it won’t suck to have a nurse with me these final eight weeks or so.
Wednesday, January 28
The world is a weird place. I’m not a big believer in
Saturday, January 24
Today was a good day.
I woke up to wanting a peanut butter sandwich like nothing I’ve ever wanted before. I went down to breakfast, and when I saw the pancakes on a griddle atop the Coleman, I started to cry. Yeah, I know! Crazy-lady alert. Right?
So Jenifer and Shari go into hen mode and rush over to see what’s wrong. I managed to blubber something about wanting my peanut butter sandwich. While those two start hugging me and saying all the standard comfort phrases like “It’s okay, Meredith”, “There, there, Meredith” and “I know, Meredith” I’m only getting worse. Partially because I’m annoyed by their comfort, and partially because I just want a damn peanut butter sandwich. A simple piece of bread slathered with gooey brown stuff, maybe even a second piece of bread slapped on top. Is that too much to ask for?
Then Antoine brought me one. AND a mason-jar of blackberry jam that he and Jamaal made from berries they picked out back on the slope of the hill. I think I used a quarter of the jar! It was the best sandwich I’ve ever eaten in my life. I’d go so far as to say it is the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Of course, that was once I quit bawling.
Like I said, today was a good day.
Monday, January 26
I pulled Jonathan and Jenifer aside today. By Shari’s guess, I am eight weeks away from B-day. I want to make it to that complex in enough time so that, even if Sam’s old friends are wiped out or have moved on, I will have time to find a spot to have this baby. That means I leave tomorrow. “Like it or not,” I explained, “I’m sticking to my plan.”
Being in that gymnasium has only served to amplify my feelings about not staying in one place. Jonathan finally asked the million-dollar question:
“ Why Vegas?”
Simple. I’ve never been. That might seem silly on the surface considering that the casinos are undoubtedly all closed. Still, they have enough juice to be broadcasting a fairly powerful radio signal. To me, that makes Las Vegas the first of the New Wonders of the World.
I actually have a list of places I want to go see: Yellowstone National Park, The Grand Canyon, and Washington D.C. And now I can.
I told Jenifer and Jonathan that I will be leaving the next day, a couple hours after dinner. The last few days, I have been adjusting my sleeping pattern so that I am ready to travel at night.
All my gear is packed on a wheeled sled that both Jamaal and Antoine rigged for me. And I tested it on the hill out back. That baby is smooth, sturdy and all-terrain capable. I am bringing my spear, a pair of 9 mm pistols (two spare magazines and 200 rounds), semi-auto .22 caliber rifle that supports a ten-round magazine (four spare magazines and 500 rounds), a three-foot machete with a leather hip-pouch, two boxes of MREs (twenty days’ worth), one case of bottled water (20-ounce bottles), along with my basic camping supplies. My sled has a harness and I can pull this load without forcing myself into early labor.
We’ll see what happens.
Tuesday, January 27
At separate times, Jenifer and Jonathan both said they’re coming. Also, Shari found me this morning. She’s tagging along as well. I guess I didn’t actually tell Jonathan or Jenifer to keep their mouths shut. I just figure it was implied when I pulled them aside from everybody and had a private conversation with them. Oh well, it won’t suck to have a nurse with me these final eight weeks or so.
Wednesday, January 28
The world is a weird place. I’m not a big believer in
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