Monday, 5 November 2012

Our Family Grows


 
A few weeks after our return and inspired by Debbie’s garden, I decided that we should try to start one of our own.  I picked up a rototiller; located what I thought would be a great spot to have a garden – not too far from the camp, but a place that got lots of sun.  Inexperienced as I was, I didn't check to see how deep the soil was.  The rototiller jumped and bucked, twisted this way and that, as it kicked up rocks and tuffs of long grass, so you can imagine my surprise and delight to see a black 4x4 pickup enter our compound with Debbie at the wheel and two squealing kids nearly falling out the passenger side window.

“How did you find us?  I never told you exactly where we were,” I said, wondering what magic compass she had that could find our hole in a mountain.

“You left me a note.”

“No I didn’t.  I never thought of that.” 

“I see that you were able to follow my map,” Lise said as she gave Debbie a big hug.  “We're so happy to see you.  What changed your mind?”

The Kids and I had returned to the house to pick up some things when something in the brush out back caught my attention.  I can’t be sure, but it looked like a lion.  It was quiet and soon disappeared.  I gave my head a shake, but decided the kids were staying inside until I knew for sure.  But the next morning when I stepped outside, I saw large animal tracks, bigger than I'd ever seen before, leading up to the porch.  As you can imagine, my rifle has never been so close.”

“A lion…out here?  That doesn’t seem possible, unless cougars are beginning to move into this area again. Are you sure it wasn’t a bear?” Lise asked.

“I’m not so sure it was a bear, Lise, although it is possible. If Debbie said it looked like a lion, then we're going to have to be really careful.   There used to be a wild animal farm just outside of the city where she’s been living.  I’ve been through there more than once, and they had lions, tigers and some other big cats, that don’t get along with humans or anything else that moves about.  It may have been stalking you or your kids,” I said turning to Debbie.  “On another topic, I am so glad you came.  We'll have to fix you up with shelter, and from now on, our shelters will have to be very secure.  Doctor, is it possible that Debbie could bunk in with you for a few days while we clear out another cavern for her and her children?”

Doctor Manning, who'd come out to greet our visitor was more than happy to share her room, as long as it wasn’t permanent.  Debbie's children could bunk in with the girls for the same period of time.  Debbie didn’t have a lot of things with her and hoped that we'd help her collect them later.  We'd been getting a little slack about our weapons policy, so I reminded everyone to carry their weapon with them if they walked outside the camp.  Rifles were to be loaded and ready to use at all times.

One thing that Debbie did bring that everyone enjoyed was her hens.  We had to build a pen for them with access to another smaller cave.  This way, they could roost inside at night, but take advantage of the sun and fresh air during the day.  Eggs would become a valued addition to our daily victuals. 

Debbie, with all her farming knowhow, wasn't able to do much more than grow some greens in the poor soil, but what it did produce was highly valued by the survivors.  No one had to tell the younger ones to eat their greens.

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A couple of days after our return, Lise began to get sick.  Neither of us could remember anything that either of us had eaten or drunk that the other had not, so we ruled out food poisoning.  We thought of Debbie and the possibility of her slipping one of us something, or passing on a disease, but immediately discarded the thought as we had come to trust her due to her openness.  Then I noticed that Lise usually seemed to feel better in late morning and was fine in the evenings.  It was just the mornings when she got up that she was having a problem.  I sent her to Doctor Manning, who confirmed Lise was indeed pregnant, not something that I would have thought possible, considering that I was so much older, but then I guess I may have been more naïve than Lise regarding that possibility.

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Slim didn't long live up to his new name, but began to fill out almost immediately.  I had to control his rations or he would have grown into a house.  Once he became used to his new life, he happily trotted from house to house greeting everyone in our small neighborhood, his entire hind end swinging back and forth with each swish of his tail.    He seemed happiest when his cold wet nose was pressed against the back of my leg when I wore shorts, reminding me of Sparky.  He'd frequently look up at me as he heeled at my side.  He was so tall, that I could pet him without much trouble by just bending a little as we walked.  I drew the line at his sleeping in our room when the weather was warm as he had an odor that permeated everything in the cavern, but at the same time, I began to worry about what else was lurking outside our shelters during the night.

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About a month and a half after our trip, Lise began to get sick again, but this time, Doctor Manning was not happy.  Carol imposed complete bed rest for Lise.  It was no use.  She lost the baby.  It was a terrible time for her, for she'd so much been looking forward to giving me a son.  Why she thought a son would mean more to me than a daughter had more to do with her heritage than mine.  Having had a couple of daughters already and knowing how much easier they were to raise, and how they loved their daddy, I would've been just as happy with a girl.  Carol decided that we would locate the nearest hospital and find an ultrasound machine to have a look inside.  Locating the technology and some emergency power to use it was no problem, but fixing Lise was.  Carol was not a surgeon.  Yes, she could probably remove an infected appendix if she had to, but she wasn't ready to tackle much more than that.  In Carol’s opinion, Lise would be unable to bear children.  I'd heard that story before, and in most cases it was true, but occasionally, the doctor was wrong.

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