I was looking out my back kitchen door into the garden this morning as I waited for the coffee to finish and realized that I would not be surviving the apocalypse. My tomato plants are dropping almost to the ground due to all the monsoon weather we've had lately. Weeds have taken over the other two raised beds. There were no fall crops. Now, granted, this is the first time ever I've tried to grow anything other than flowers. But I think if my survival depended on my food growing skills I'm a dead one.
S.M Stirling writes a great series about what life is like after the apocalypse. A worldwide EM pulse ruins all technology and gunpowder. The people who survive are funny enough, all the RenFaire, SCA types who know how to weave, farm, make their own tools. It's a neat series for the most part, and I always thought how cool that was. Well, not the 80% of the population dying part but the rest. I realize now though, I'd be part of that 80%.
My favorite books growing up were ones like "Little House on the Prairie" and "Gone with the Wind". I always believed that I was more than capable of living that life. But as much as I might want that to be a set of skills that I have, and as much as now that I have a house, I'm slowly learning, I don't know if I'll ever be capable of surviving the apocalypse.
But perhaps there's hope. I'm smart. I pick up things quickly. So maybe if I just associate myself with people with these skills that I lack I increase my chances.
Of course, I'm a reader, so if anyone has any books they can recommend on how to survive the apocalypse, leave a comment and let me know!