Ebony's Pearls

sunfell spoke of doomers on her lj and I have to say, I'm not a Doomer, or a Peaknik, or a TEOTWAWKI, SHTFer, or even an Apocalyptic Survivalist.

I am, however, a survivalist. Small "s", nothing apocalyptic, just tooling along, getting by as comfy as possible.

I have a blog devoted to the things I consider important to surviving, and I've posted a few my entries from there here now and again. I write about how to survive auto accidents, home fires, burst pipes, laundry when the washing machine dies, and cooking gourmet foods frugally, among other things.

Sure, I talk a bit about apocalyptic stuff, too, because I think it's fun to do those things and think about zombie attacks and alien invasions and atomic bombs and all. What would we do if one or more of those things happened and how would we survive them? I mean, if Heinlein can write an apocalyptic novel, who am I to be contrary?

So I write about decontamination procedures and biological warfare and air filtration and distilling water and such, too.

But mostly, I write about surviving the company potluck dinners and changing flat tires (my method works well for me - pop the hatch, haul out a lawn chair, and sip a water until some kind person stops and changes it for me - I'd actually change the tire if I still had the hand strength to do so, but my way works, too) and hanging laundry. I talk about neighborhood associations and building community and stocking up the pantry and organizing the home and all the many little things we could do to make our lives happier, easier, and friendlier, giving us peace of mind in emergencies and - oddly enough - more leisure time than if we didn't do all this stuff.

I'm not a Doomer, I'm an everyday, ordinary survivor.