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Fragile infrastructure and the exhausted mom

It’s 100 degrees out right now. High noon in New England in early June and 100 degrees. Wundgerground has a warning symbol that I’ve never even seen before — apparently parts of Connecticut are under a tornado watch. In New England. And yet most people don’t believe that global warming is real.

Our electricity has been dodgy since Saturday, the first day of this heat wave. The nice electricity folks have had it back online pretty darned quick, but the fact remains that three hours in a brick building with a long southern exposure at noon can turn deadly for a two year old pretty damned fast. (Fun fact: Did you know that heat waves kill more people than any other natural disaster?) I spent yesterday morning at the mall.

The Husband and I are — as you may know if you read this blog regularly — pretty catastrophic thinkers. We tend to imagine the worst case scenario and try to prepare for it. Which means we’ve read all these really scary, depressing, grim books about the state of the world. Which means we have a pretty good idea just how fragile the electricity infrastructure is, especially in New England, especially with an early, unexpected, and brutal heat wave.

Power outages aren’t just possible, they are probable. As the summer gets hotter, they are, in fact, almost inevitable. So we’re trying to figure out how to mitigate against them.

Alas, there’s not a whole lot we can do outside of buying a generator. Which we may be doing sooner rather than later. I hate to drop that kind of cash when we’re so broke, but frankly, I’ve got a two year old. I don’t want to have to throw her in a cold shower every half hour.

I’m also a little nervous about black stem rust, a wheat fungus that is menacing our food chain. With prices sky high as it is, the specter of a 50 percent reduction in wheat production (about what happened last time there was a large outbreak) could mean wide-spread starvation. Which means a unstable situation in many marginal countries across the globe. Which means the economy starts to buckle. Which means…

I know most moms don’t think about these things. I think I must be going crazy becasue no one else can see this stuff, so maybe it isn’t there….

But I can’t help but think about a book I once read about a German Jew, about how he and his family all laughed at the crazy paranoid types who all left Eastern Europe because of an impending sense of doom. And then I think, “I wonder if I can buy some farmland in Maine for cheap?”

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  1. June 12, 2008 at 2:08 am

    Wow… I suddenly feel much better about moving to a very small town in rural New England… one of the kinds of places where people pitch in and survive somehow, in apocalypse movies… unlike Boston, which would be toast.

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