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It seems as though lately it's always about to rain, raining, or wet from having just rained. It falls in sheets, in a steady frizzling drizzle, in bursts with the leaves turned sideways and inside-out, showing off their silver undersides. The ground is dark with water, rivulets run from every rooftop edge and corner. If waterdrops were diamonds, I'd be a rich woman...they're hanging from every leaf and faded summer bloom.

And yet, it's a gentle (if annoying) constant patter of water against our lives. Nothing like the thundering gales that are battering other parts of the world. We have no flooding, no gale force winds, no empty grocery stores where water is scarce in bottles, though abundant in places it usually isn't.

The other night, I answered the phone to find someone on the other end taking a (I assume) public service survey. He wasn't Swedish, and consequently I had a hard time understanding him, though he spoke Swedish perfectly well. Without lips to read, I struggled to grasp the entirety of each sentence and had to ask him to repeat himself several times. His questions had to do with my knowledge of the Swedish government's state of readiness for an emergency...did I know there was such a policy? If not, did I know where to find out about it?

What do you mean? I asked. Like if the infrastructure of society shut down in the wake of a long would I, and my family, be able to manage? Without electricity, without power, without water, without food. I have no idea, I answered. Did I know what the Swedish government's recommendations for survival were in the event of a national emergency? No, I said. A week? A month?

What I really wanted to ask was, why? Are they expecting one? A disaster so enormous that my family and I would need to be able to survive for an unspecified length of time. Like a hurricane in Texas? In the Caribbean? In Florida?

I suppose if we lived in a place where such occurrences were a fairly frequent reality, I would be better equipped, or at least more knowledgeable, in how to deal with them. Maybe I'd be more of a gardener, prepared with my own vegetable patch. Maybe we'd have a well for fresh water. Maybe we'd have a storage room stacked with rolls of toilet paper and bottled water. I don't think I'd want to live in a place where I had to be worried at least once a year that my home and belongings and life might be irreparably destroyed by a natural disaster that I knew in advance was a consequence of living there.

Even though I lived in the Midwest for a great part of my early life, where tornadoes are something you just live with, it was always something that happened to someone else. Is that how people who live in the path of hurricanes feel? Even though, year after year, they are proven wrong? It doesn't just happen to someone else, in far-off Bangladesh or St. Thomas or Cuba, wherever. It happens to them.

I have friends and family in Florida and all along the east coast of the US. Every year, I worry about them in the wake of that year's slew of storms and hurricanes. Just because I made the (oblivious) decision to live in mostly-natural-disaster-free Sweden, it doesn't excuse me from worrying and empathizing with the rest of the world when disaster strikes elsewhere. And, I mean, realistically speaking, how long WOULD I and my family survive without the infrastructure of society holding us up? Probably not very long. My husband is super-handy but even he can't make food out of nothing and growing our own would take preparation and time we probably wouldn't have. And I'm a graphic designer, for crying out loud. Not exactly survivalist material. I'd be Darwin-awarded in a minimal amount of time, I'm sure.

It's supposed to be partly sunny tomorrow. I sure hope so. A little ray of warmth and brightness could really help lighten the mood!
mood: calm
music: September—Cry For You


"If waterdrops were diamonds, I'd be a rich woman...they're hanging from every leaf and faded summer bloom." I love that image - beautifully articulated.

We have rain as well, but ours falls mostly overnight, which suits me as I'm a homebody in the evenings anyway. I love to listen to the rain outside while it's cosy and warm inside.

What a weird survey. I'm guessing it must be something to do with Myndigheten För Samhällsskydd och Beredskap. I have a couple of acquaintances who have a whole bunker of stuff in the event of a national emergency, but I'm not really prepared at all. I guess I just hope to get wiped out in the first strike and not have to think about it at all.

Sounds like a plan to me. Anders said, before you could look up a lot of that stuff in the phonebook but now everything is online and if the power and electricity are out, you're screwed.


Well, we live a stone's throw from Sweden's biggest steelworks. Apparently our apartment is deemed too close to SSAB these days and should never have been built. If the steelworks blows up (accidentally or through Uncle Vlad's attack) then we would be instant toast. Suits me.

Anders is absolutely right. What would all those people who rely on their smartphones do - as I'm sure that communications would be a priority to disable. Most of them have never seen a book. L-G's grandson refers to me looking things up as "book googling". Nope ... I'm all for staying in the toast zone.

Oops... that was me above. I forgot to log in :)

Your comments about survival, I am afraid, made me giggle, because I was thinking back to the thoughts I had in my early years of being rejected by a lot of guys, who were looking for younger, thinner, bigger boobs, longer, blonder hair, etc., which was "Just you wait until the revolution, when I shall become a goddess." You see, my boobs would remain small and so on, BUT I can not only hunt and kill game if needs be, but can dress out a deer (or moose), build a smokehouse to take care of the meat, can start a fire from pretty much nothing, know how to forage and preserve, tan hides and much, much more. Ray and I have already been working this summer, preparing for a possible "wolf winter". So much of this comes from being born to Depression era parents, I think.

Haha! Well, Anders was a Scout and a Scout leader, so he would probably be fine, actually, except for the rest us dragging him down :D


I learned a few things in the years we lived in disaster prone areas. Baltimore showed me that I should run to the grocery store and buy all the bread, milk and toilet paper available -but I always laughed at that. I've learned that I should fill the bathtub with water. I even have a list of survival items that I should have stored. But mostly I just learned to be okay with possible outcomes and not worry.
Love, Lizardmom

You're much more positive than I am, mom! :D

From Megsie

I think that is the scariest part! No gas, no food, no power? All of the things we depend on for our lives to click along would be gone. Jeff's sister lives in Floridia, and it was scary to think of her stranded. But she still has power, and it wasn't that bad I guess. She's lucky. We have no provisions stored away. AND we have a 13 year old boy who doesn't stop eating. We would all die for sure.

So lovely to read your words! xo

Re: From Megsie

He'd probably eat you! hahahaha! We're still waiting to hear about my uncle and cousin's homes (they were not in Florida when Irma hit). My other friend is good, lots of rain but didn't lose power.

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