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Dear Diary, It’s Me, Jessica: Chapter 15 (Book 2)
By the Author of Dear Diary: It’s Me, Jessica
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Dear Diary,
It’s me, Jessica.
It was not a heat dome but it still was hot! Mom’s window thermometer read well into the upper eighties. At night, we got some relief when the temperature would fall into the lower seventies. Mom, Samson, and I still slept in the basement, where it was cool enough that I actually needed a light blanket.
For the next few days, Mom and I watered and weeded the gardens as soon as the sun was up before the days heat set in. Samson watched us from the front porch.
The garden was doing well. Joanne kept a gardening journal with the first and last frost dates, when to plant seeds for a continuous growing season up to the first frost date and even a few root vegetables could continue growing after the first frost. She kept the journal going back over a decade. The frost dates fluctuated but Joanne came up with a average she said was pretty reliable. Mom had hand-copied the last three years of the journal for herself so she wouldn’t have to ask Joanne every year.
Later in the afternoon, we would prepare the supplies, pick vegetables that were ready, and can them on the outdoor grill for the winter. While we waited for the canning process, we would eat dinner. Mom also had some of our first-picked vegetables fermented or still fermenting in canning jars in the basement. We would add another batch to ferment in the basement after dinner.
Sam and Joanne came for dinner. They brought a freshly slaughtered chicken. Joanne put fresh herbs in the cavity, seasoned the skin and under the skin with spices. We would slow cook that in the outdoor oven, covered in a cast iron Dutch oven with some chicken stock. A ham guy came, with a dry-cured and smoked ham. He had traded one of the farmers the use of his solar array to charge a smartphone and a small speaker.
“One thing I have noticed is a number of people still want to listen to their music. So, I have been able to trade food to charge up their devices!”
Rae, Joan, Kathy, and Allison brought a big salad of cabbage, chard, green beans, and cucumbers. HAM guy suggested adding some of his dried and smoked ham to it too,
“Liven it up!”
While we waited for the chicken to slow-cook in the oven, we sat in our camp chairs or at the picnic table.
I told them about the water wheel construction, how Jack was doing, and other things going on at Four Corners.
“They going to extend the South gate to enclose the water wheel?” Rae asked.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Would make sense if they did with all the work they are putting into it.”
“As a saw mill, a lot of cut wood lying around for a force to walk up and take. Then if your Dad and Nate can make it modular, which between those two I am sure they will, as a grain mill, could be a lot of processed grain laying around for the taking.”
“Good point, Rae. I will mention it to Sean if he has not already thought of it.”
“Well,” HAM guy started in his camp chair, “I heard a bit of interesting news today. Rumor has it there is a nuclear power plant somewhere in the Northeast, on one of the Great Lakes, that is still up and running.”
“Is that possible?” Sam asked. “I thought without outside inputs, if they did not SCRAM the reactor, it would melt down.”
“I said the same. According to my HAM friend, the reactor was built during the Cold War with the idea that, in the event of a nuclear exchange, without a direct hit, it could stand on its own. Then, after the earthquake and tsunami and incident at the Fukushima Dai-ichi Nuclear Power Station in Japan, the US Nuclear Regulatory Commission mandated additional redundant systems. And all those nuclear engineers, technicians, support staff, and even the janitorial staff live in the immediate area of the reactor. It is in their and their families’ best interests to make sure the reactor does not melt down. So, the rumor is, there is a town in the Northeast that has power. True or not,” he shrugged. “I dunno. Could be a rumor to get people to try to this ‘town’ in the Northeast only to perish during the trip, or if there is no town, no power, die in the harsh Northeastern winters. Eliminate resource competition.”
“Chicken and biscuits! That is just plain evil!”
HAM guy shrugged again, “After seeing how many people are willing to trade food for a charge off my array, I would not put it past for some to attempt to make that kind of trip if they thought there would be running water, heat, A/C, refrigeration, a stove and oven that works, lights, watch a movie.”
“Ease and comfort, Rae,” I said to her. “Didn’t you see that first hand when you were taken by those slavers? They used you for all the menial work and some of the hard physical work.”
For a moment, Rae’s eyes flashed in anger. Before I could open my mouth in apology, she raised her hand, “Honey, that was not directed at you.” She looked down and paused before she looked at me, directly. “It was directed at those who did that to us. To me. I know you meant no harm, and there is truth in your words. I just was not expecting it.” She sighed, “But you are right. And I can see the point you are making. Ease and comfort. What a thing to risk your life for, for what might be just a rumor.”
Entry two
Mom and I were just finishing up on the watering and weeding of the gardens before the heat of the day made it too miserable to work outside when Dad, leading some of the men from the community, the engineering students in formation with the youngest even in the formation. As they marched up, Dad called for the formation to halt. Dad then, very unlike him, ordered them to left-face to face him as he simultaneously right-faced to face them. After a pause, he dismissed them. They all went to their respective homes to see their family, have a proper meal, and to sleep in a proper bed that night.
As Dad walked up to us in front of the one garden, Mom asked, “What was that?”
“Yeah, Dad, you almost sounded like Jack giving orders.”
“I just might have picked up a thing or two at militia training… and from Jack.” Dad then winked at me. I smiled.
After Dad removed his backpack, we went around back to sit at the picnic table to drink water while he updated us on the construction of the water wheel.
“We got all the main supports for the wheel, the wheel itself, the transfer case to the outer edge of the wheel to power the axles to the end power point to power the saw mill or the grain mill done. There were only a few minor tweaks Nate and I did not anticipate, but we did very well in our planning. Nate and I made the decision to send the engineering team back home for a the weekend to be with their families and have a a real good meal with them, sleep in a real bed and not a bed roll on the ground. Even with the heat, at night, near the river with the breeze, things cooled off enough to sleep comfortably. During the day was hard but we managed with lots of water breaks in the shade. There were a few complaints from some of the engineering students, but most of them took the task and the conditions in stride. By the third day, those who had complained stopped. I later heard some of those senior students and militia members of the group had a word with those who complained. Hence the end of the complaints. Not sure how I feel about that but things went even more smoothly afterwards. As Jack would put it, ‘They policed their own.’”
“Next Monday we will take the student engineering group back and finish the saw mill and the grain mill modules. I am looking forward to it.”
Entry three
Katie and her Nomad group had camped out in a meadow not far from us. Several of those in our community offered to let them use our hand-pumped wells for water. With the heat, she made the decision to stay put and wait for cooler temperatures. She did not want to risk losing any of their livestock to the heat. In exchange, she would bring fresh eggs, sheep or goat cheese, and, once, a freshly slaughtered and processed lamb. We also traded with her for vegetables.
“We trade for vegetables and fruit whenever we can,” Katie said as Mom, Dad, and I shared a glass of wild mint tea with her on the picnic table.
“Sometimes we can forage for them, but there have been times we will go a week or two without a single thing.”
“We found scurvy to be a problem,” I mentioned.
“Us too. We have been fortunate to come across apple orchards and wild-growing berries. We will spend a few days harvesting what we can, feeding ourselves and the livestock. Stock up on what we can for immediate use in the next few days. And if the weather cooperates, we dry as much as we can, but we can not dry a lot unless we stay for a few days and have good weather. In this weather, it is hot enough, but with the high humidity, we are having limited success.”
Dad’s eyes narrowed. He was clearly thinking.
“Look out! Dad has an idea,” I declared.
“I might have an idea,” he said almost at the same time. “I can get a few mirrors, depending how big they are, I cut them all to the same size. Then, I make wooden frames to put them in and attach hinges to the frames. Then link them all together to form an array, concentrating sunlight in a single area. Then with a simple sheet metal backing, it will make a solar dryer. Depending on how many mirrors I can find, that much sunlight could dry fruit and vegetables in less than thirty minutes. If I can find a metal box, could might even be able to cook with it. A solar oven.”
“You can do that,” Katie asked.
“If I can find the materials, sure. I will do what I can to make it portable, too.”
“This man is a treasure!”
“Oh,” Mom replied, “I know. But when he gets an idea in his head to fix a problem, there is no stopping him!”
Dad spent the whole weekend on the project. He found enough mirrors that people in our community donated or in some of the abandoned houses to make a mirror array to concentrate sunlight in a four foot square area. He made it so it could be easily assembled and disassembled in just a few minutes. It kinda looked like a flower on a wooden stand. One mirror in the middle with four others around it, like adjustable petals.
“For drying fruits and vegetables, you set it up like this,” Dad demonstrated to Katie and the rest of the Nomads Sunday afternoon. He put a piece of sheet metal up against a tree, and set the solar array up at an angle to the sun, directing the sunlight at a spot on the sheet metal. “You will have to adjust it every fifteen minutes as the sun moves for maximum sunlight efficiency on the square. I tested it out on several vegetables and even in this humidity, it worked. Thinner slices are better. Beets, carrots, and potatoes turned out like fried chips. Super sweet too. Just don’t get in front of it, or you get a bad sunburn. May I have a piece of raw meat, about a pound or so?”
“Sure,” Katie responded and motioned for someone to get her a piece of raw meat.
Dad had found a sheet of galvanized sheet metal. Using metal shears, he cut and then bent the sheet into a box, fastening the edges with pop rivets. Dad turned the solar array so it was facing in the direction of the sun and put the metal box in front of the array. He then put the piece of meat in it, then adjusted the petal mirrors to focus all the sunlight on the box and the meat, about a one-foot by one-foot area. After two minutes had passed, the outside of the meat began to steam. A few minutes later, the meat began to brown. Slowly the meat turned a dark mahogany brown. Dad turned the array away from the sun and downward, saying to wait for ten minutes for the meat to finish cooking and rest. He then took the piece of meat to one of the Nomads’ outdoor kitchen tables and used a cutting board and a sharp chef’s knife to cut the meat into thin slices. He then offered us to take a slice and try a piece.
The outside was seared to a crust. The first half inch was done. The next inch and a half was medium rare. The very center was rare.
Diary, it was delicious!
Katie and the Nomads were very impressed. For the solar array, access to our water, and the outdoor oven, Katie traded us for a horse! I now have my very own horse!
All I need now is a saddle and tack.
Entry four
The next day, Mom and I were shelling peas on the picnic table when Dad came out the sliding glass door.
“What are you doing here? You left with the engineering group early this morning,” Mom exclaimed.
Dad frowned as he sat down next to Mom.
“There must have been a serious storm upstream from Four Corners. The river began to rise and run even faster then normal. We all moved back from the river but it just kept rising and ran faster. The water wheel was spinning very fast. Then it began to wobble. The wobble grew worse. Then it just fell over into the river.”
“Did it wash away,” I asked.
“Don’t know. Might not matter. After this setback, back to the drawing board. That might not be a bad thing. We can build it again with flooding in mind.” He sighed. “Might have to get some supplies from the building store where we got the concrete from and had to shelter from that tornado. Or make a trip to the city.”
Diary, if the heat does not break soon, I don’t know how I feel about that.
About 1stMarineJarHead
1stMarineJarHead is not only a former Marine, but also a former EMT-B, Wilderness EMT (courtesy of NOLS), and volunteer firefighter.
He currently resides in the great white (i.e. snowy) Northeast with his wife and dogs. He raises chickens, rabbits, goats, occasionally hogs, cows and sometimes ducks. He grows various veggies and has a weird fondness for rutabagas. He enjoys reading, writing, cooking from scratch, making charcuterie, target shooting, and is currently expanding his woodworking skills.
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