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Are You Prepared?

November 2, 2011 By Michele Leave a Comment

One thing we’ve been working on around here is emergency preparation.

One teacher I follow on YouTube said this about her stash: These are my earthquake-fire-emp-mayan calendar-bible apocolypse – economic disaster – zombie apocalypse supplies.

To which I say, “Exactly.” You see, you never-ever-ever know what can or is going to happen. Never.

Right now, I think the country is on a dangerous, teetering precipice. It could all go really really good, or really really bad, really really fast. In addition there are a ton of spiritual teachings about times we seem to be in, everything from ultimate natural disaster, to Biblical end times, to human enlightenment. And finally, I live in southern California. Can anyone say “earthquake?” And believe me when I say – that’s not fear speaking. In 1989, I remember watching the footage of the Loma Prieta quake. I remember the 1994 Northridge quake.

But the kicker for me was the 1987 Whittier Narrows quake. It was an experience I will never ever forget. It happened at 7:42am on October 1st. It was a 5.9 whose epicenter was a mere 15 miles from us. Three days later there was a 5.6 aftershock. One person died when he was caught in a landslide. One person died at CalState L.A. when a concrete slab fell on her. There were 5 more indirect deaths.

I was in 7th grade. School started at 7:50am. My first period was P.E., so I was in the locker rooms under the gym, changing my clothes. Because of the time, pretty much everyone was on campus, but not in their homerooms yet. When it hit, I was literally standing on one foot trying to put on a sock. At first, I sincerely thought I was going to pass out, ’cause the room started spinning. I though, “Oh God – how embarrassing.” Then the tiles started falling off the showers. Then the lockers started falling into each other like dominoes. I got hit in the head by one. We ran out, and ran over to the football field. That was a bit difficult, as since we weren’t in our homerooms, the teachers didn’t have any attendance rolls yet to determine if anyone was missing. I had no shoes or socks on. Another kid from my class (also changing for PE) had no shirt. We sat on the field and watched aftershocks come through like ocean waves. When parents started coming and the group was smaller we were moved to the cafeteria. I remember when we moved, Mr. Kissell, my Algebra teacher, carried me. I was barefoot, and there was broken glass everywhere. We watched, as hazmat crews came, looking like astronauts, due to all the spilled chemicals in the chemistry labs. We watched as people in hard hats came and taped off parts of the school with caution tape due to structural damage. One boy broke his leg after falling down the stairs. When the group was just a few of us, they moved us to the office.

Finally, my sister-in-law came and picked me up. She just had a feeling I was still there, and popped in to check. That was around 2pm. I burst into tears. I had spent all day there with no sign of my parents. When she took me home, my mom was there all nonchalant. “Oh, you mean they closed the school?” “Oh, you mean the lack of electricity, phones, and major earthquake wasn’t a CLUE?” First, she went out to check on my grandmother, then just went home, figuring the school would take care of me. I’m still bitter. We have had a couple of emergencies at my kids’ school, and I have been right there, front and center, every time. I never ever want my kids to feel the way I did that day. Abandoned, scared, and worried that my family was dead. Because why else would they not come and get me? It had a profound effect on me.

Then, of course, there was the Station fire, which started in our hills and turned into the largest fire disaster recorded in Los Angeles County.

My point is… Be prepared. Have a meeting place, both near your house, and away from home. Have food. Have water. Know how to turn off your water, gas, and electricity. Have a solar or crank radio so you can hear what’s going on. Think about what you would need to cook with, bathe with, etc. if you have no utilities. Have a pack ready for evacuation. Educate yourself. Prepare yourself.

We have two emergency 3-day, 4-person backpacks. One at home, and one in the truck. Food/Water, blankets, first aid kits, gloves, tools, glowsticks, emergency radios and more. I’m slowly building my water supply and freeze dried food supplies. We’re pretty prepared now for 2 weeks. I want one more week, and then I’ll start preparing for more long term. Bulk food that can be made without power sources, seeds, and more in case something REALLY bad happens and we’re on our own for longer. One problem we have in our area is that if our water gets cut off due to damage or something, we can’t drink the water here in wells. JPL’s rocket testing in the 40’s and 50’s contaminated our ground water. They’re cleaning it up but they anticipate another 30 years before that’s complete. So – we’re definitely stocking on water, as we don’t have a local source other than what comes through the tap. These are the things I’m talking about. Think. Prepare. Prepare for your local area, your local/personal needs.

Are you prepared?

NaBloPoMo – Yeah, We’ll See

November 1, 2011 By Michele 1 Comment

I decided to participate in NaBloPoMo this month. We’ll see if I can hang.

I simply have stopped writing about my life. I know it ebbs and flows. After all, I’ve been writing my life online since 1995 (archives here go to 2000). Of course there are going to be times that I don’t write. It’s hard though. Lately, I’ve been extremely introverted and in a very personal headspace. Big thoughts about my place on this earth, my spirituality, my faith. This is a good process, but for a whole host of reasons, I haven’t wanted to share it publicly. Because the process takes up a lot of my mindspace when I’m not doing the mundane work of a family, or working, I’ve felt drained and unable to write about anything.

Well, NaBloPoMo requires me to write each day – so here I am. Here’s hoping it helps.

How to Know When They’re No Longer Babies

November 3, 2009 By Michele 1 Comment

Kids grow up by increments.  Little by little.  But I think, now that I’ve been through two, I know when they’re well and truly no longer babies.  It’s not walking and being a “toddler.”  It’s not pre-school.  It’s not that all imporant Big Boy 5.  Not even the start of kindergarten.

It’s when they’ve lost both their front teeth, and both front big teeth come in.  That’s when they truly become gangly little smelly boys instead of you seeing that little baby inside.  They’ll always be my babies…  But they’re not babies anymore.

I’m doing NaBloPoMo, are you?

Friday Wound Check

November 21, 2008 By Michele 1 Comment

There’s no real reason for today’s title.  Except that I need to take Logan to the ER today for a wound check.  I like how it sounds – like he’s been through a war or something.  Anyway, I’ll be doing that today after school.

I also have a meeting to Discuss Things with Joseph’s teacher/counselor/Special Ed teacher…  I raised a stink about his therapist putting anything into his IEP, you see.  Because his mental health issues have never been in his IEP – that’s always been the other half of the whole therapuetic package, as opposed to part of the educational portion.  So essentially, I don’t want it in the IEP under my authority, because that’s basically ME saying for the state to spend X amount of dollars on his mental health care.  While yes, I think it’s still necessary, and has been incredibly beneficial to him, I don’t have that kind of authority.  And frankly, I don’t want a bill for years of therapy down the road.

When I raised the red flag, it took a bunch of emails and phone calls for them to realize that no, I’m not backing out of therapy, and no I’m not throwing a monkey wrench into his progress.  “If our services are no longer needed, all you have to do is say so.”  NO!  I’m saying I don’t have the authority to spend the state’s money!  Talk to his social worker!  He does have that authority!  Everyone finally got it.  Except that then the school, and the people who do his therapy realized that no one has heard from the social worker for a year and a half.  Which is…  Odd.  But they’re finally working on figuring that portion out.  In the meantime, we’re updating his IEP.  Which, of course, requires a meeting.  Even though they have the wording.  But it requires yet another meeting.  To discuss things.  Even though there’s nothing to discuss, except for the fact that they need to add the words they already have to the IEP already on their computer.

That’s the one thing I really hate about the education process for my son…  All the fricken meetings.  I absolutely get the IEP update meeting held once a year at the end of the year.  Beyond that, people, I only need parent/teacher conferences.  guarantee you all this meeting will be about is for me to sign the changes into place on the IEP.  Come on.  They could have left it with the secretary at the front for me to sign.

I hate meetings.

Only Us

November 20, 2008 By Michele Leave a Comment

You know…  People think I’m exagerrating when I say weird crap happens to us.  I’m not.

Like how every time my parents go out of town, something happens.  Or anytime I want a vacation, something happens.  It’s true.

So, let’s see.  This week – all I wanted is a vacation, before I started concentrating on my home, and my business.  I sound like a barking seal, so I’ve spent most of this week heavilly medicated.  Joseph’s IEP blew up with the state so I have a big meeting on Friday to try to fix it.  And last but not least (it is only Thursday) stitches.

This is the last week at after school care (my vacation remember?)  If there’s a problem with after school care, they usually call my husband first, rather than me, because Poe is the one who goes and gets them.  Fine.  Yesterday, Poe called me.  It’s always bad when someone leads with “He’s OK, but…”  Turns out that Logan was running on the playground, tripped over another kid, and landed face first on the asphalt.  Could he please be picked up so that we can determine if he needs stitches?  So I rush to get ready, and rush to go get him.  And yeah, the open wound on his chin looks like it might still need stitches, especially since they can’t get it to stop bleeding.

First stop – Pediatrician’s office.  But it’s 12pm.  And therefore closed for lunch for another hour and a half.  So, I took him to the hospital instead.  $75 copay later, and two stitches.  He was very very brave.  He cried though all the numbing injections, but he didn’t thrash around and need the papoose like we did when his eye needed stitches.  I didn’t even cry!  And I was holding his hands, and because of the angle, I saw every.little.thing.  And I didn’t pass out.  Because of his heart, he’s also on the pink antibiotics as well.  Can’t have an infection, you see.  Still have to figure out how get a wound check done tomorrow, and still go to the meeting for Joseph.

The doctor said he could go to school today.  I just can’t send him.  He’s 6 and in Kindergarten.  All I can think about is him running and falling on his stitches.  Besides, I’ve had stitches.  It’s going to hurt today, and he doesn’t need to be at school getting through that.  I’ll send him tomorrow – against my better judgement – ’cause it’ll be his last day at afer school care, and he’s going to want to say goodbye to his friends.

He’s still asleep this morning, which tells me that this is a good decision.  Normally, he’d have been out of bed an hour ago trying not to bug me but bugging me anyway.  I might snag a picture later for posterity.  Boys like documentation of their boy wounds.

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