Jacob Pelley is a stock trader who professionally blogs over at WallStreet.io. He was inducted into the Rich Dad Education International Hall of Fame in 2012. His writing is inspired by a lifelong love of tabletop gaming and science fiction. Jacob is married with two children and resides in Fresno, California.
Will is sick. I don’t know much more than that but Beth sounds really worried. We were all sleeping when she came on the two way radio. Even with the volume low, it woke all of us up. Mom got to the radio first and dad told all of us to go back to bed. Dad stayed up but made so much noise, I couldn’t hear anything mom and Beth said. Maybe he does know we can hear everything.
My parents whisper at night to each other. I don’t think they know I can hear them. Last night I overheard dad say he hopes Will and Beth survive long enough for the Robinson’s to get them. I dreamed that our family was the ones to go looking for them. We found the flag they used to identify their shelter but Will and Beth weren’t there. Instead, there was a pile of bones. I know it’s just a dream but I can’t get the image of that pile of bones wearing the scarf I’m making out of my head.
Mom caught me destroying the scarf I’ve been working on for the past week. I couldn’t tell her about my dream. She is still upset about David. I lied and said the yarn was to loose. The truth is there is no way I’m ever giving that scarf to anyone. I can’t stand the idea of anything being made with the yarn I used for it so I cut it up. The pieces left are too small for anything. I got into trouble for being wasteful. I don’t care. I’ll wash all the dishes for a week, it was worth it.
I want to make something for Will and Beth. I’ll give it to them when we meet. The Robinson’s are in the same town as Will and Beth. I think they are only a few miles away from each other. They have offered to take Will and Beth in. Dad insists that no one leave their shelter for at least another two weeks and all the families have agreed. The Robinson’s will be the first to open their shelter and go out.
Dad spends a lot of his time on the two way radio talking to the other families and trying to find other survivors. Besides the three families we knew of before, today he found a brother and sister who holed up in a bomb shelter at some school a few towns over. I guess the guy is the same age as David. His name is Will. His sister is 14. Her name is Beth. Even though they are both older than me they don’t know what to do since they have no survival training. They got really lucky with the bomb shelter which already had an old two way radio that still worked. Because they don’t have a lot of supplies they have gone out to look for food and water. Will said that there is fire everywhere. Many of the buildings and homes have burned down. Smoke is in the air and blocks out the sun. I feel really bad for Will and Beth. They don’t have anything but each other.
It’s only been a few weeks and already the close quarters are getting to me. I don’t think I am the only one either. Lily and Courtney seem to be extra sensitive lately. There is nowhere to go to get away from everyone. I miss fresh air. I miss sunshine. I miss . . . everything. There is only so much to do down here. Mom used the shelter as a storage so she has more stuff here than anyone else. Lily at least has her slate to keep her busy. All I have is old board games and a deck of cards. Not that I could even get anyone to play with me. Lily doesn’t want to be bothered, Courtney is taking care of the garden, and Brooke is busy drawing on everything. Mom doesn’t seem to care that Brooke drew on the walls. She actually told me it made the place look better. I tried reading but the books down here are mostly non fiction about people that no longer matter. It’s hard to care about what people did fifty years ago when you don’t know what is even happening to the world outside of the shelter.
I’m so mad at Lily! Crocheting isn’t easy at all. You have to hold your hands just right or the yarn becomes too loose or tight and holding them that way makes the muscles cramp. I’m suppose to be making a potholder but so far all I can do is a bunch of loops in a row. I keep trying to add a second row and it isn’t working. I don’t know how mom and Lily do it. Even Courtney can crochet. I guess I was doing other stuff with David while they were all inside learning to sew and crochet. I really wish I could be doing stuff outside again. It’s only because I am stuck down here that I have to learn this stuff anyway. I don’t even know what good a potholder can possible do anyone at this point. We don’t even have pots anymore. Most of our meals are not even cooked. When they are cooked, mom or Lily use the camp stove and cook in a cast iron skillet.
I was so proud of myself when my mom agreed that I could learn to crochet. I asked at dinner last night. today I woke up ready to put away my needle and thread only to find out I had been tricked. Now I have to sew and learn crochet. I blame Lily!
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My fingers hurt from poking them with the needle. Lily said I will get better and won’t poke myself as much. She is crocheting scarfs and hats for everyone. Crocheting looks so much easier than sewing. I was thinking I would ask if I could learn to crochet instead of sewing. Then my fingers wouldn’t be as sore. Plus, I could make all the stuff crocheting I could make sewing. I will be sure to point out to my mom that if I knew how to crochet i could make a blanket, clothes, and dolls.
I hate class! I thought we would be learning history or geography. Nope. My mom is making me learn to sew. Sewing takes forever and you have to be so careful that your stitches aren’t to big. My stitches were too big. My mom pulled them out and made me redo them six times. Who would have thought making a handkerchief could be so hard. I don’t know why I need to know how to sew anyway. My mom says it’s a good skill to have. She said once I learn to sew I can make lots of things. Then she pointed to the quilt I sleep under and said that it was handmade by her mother. She pointed to the clothes I’m wearing and said she made my shirt. She pointed to Brooks favorite doll and said Lily made it. It’s not that I don’t think lots of things can be made from sewing, I just don’t see why I have to know how to do it. My mom didn’t agree with me.
My mom was out of bed before everyone else this morning. She made breakfast for us like she used to. We even ate as a family. Then she announced that we would be having class today. Any other time I would have been disappointed, but not today. If mom was going to teach class today she must be feeling better. It would be nice to have a routine again. My entire life had been routine, even stuff like E.D.D’s were routine for our family. Routine meant normalcy. This past week had been anything but normal.