Saturday, May 16, 2020

I feel a need to keep my journal going, even more now. It is...hard at best. I never imagined life would be this way but it is and we must bear it as best as we can, remembering the world we came from and do our best to reconstruct it when it is possible.

We have the roof joist installed and canvas on. It will be some time before we fashion a roof but for now, this will do. Still a dirt floor, not any amenities, and I feel like we fell into the third world, or maybe back a century or two in time, but it is still more space than a thirty-foot camper. Gary wants to stay in the camper and give my family some room. I have tried to persuade him to join us. He is part of the family now, but I think he just needs some privacy too.

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Cassy went to town. Some of our perishables are running low. Bread, milk, eggs- she was not able to get much but she was able to buy some chickens, so the eggs are cured. While in town, the news is not good. It seems there has been a basic break down of government essentially. Washington DC is sealed off and most of the communications are starting to be an on and off affair, depending on staffing. The states have been left to fend for themselves. On our state level, Nashville has been sealed for a week, and briefings are coming intermittently from Governor Lee from a safe location. I know the utilities do not have much longer before they will be down and then our solar power will have us a nice target on our backs to people like we met the other night. And give enough time, will the break down continue? Will the Stanleys or the Mitchells become our enemies or will they become tight allies or God forbid, targets.