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Weld spatter burns pepper arms that prop up a head that aches like poverty. The flies buzz by like maverick pilots and cause one of the arms to lash out in an annoyed ballet. Coffee and water stand on a stained Formica battlefield cooling and warming in unison.
Both becoming unpleasant.
The murmur of patrons drone along with the piped in pop creating an audible equivalent to the cranium ache. Eyes peer at the empty other side of the booth, the ceiling painted in nicotine, soft water spots on sparkling new silverware and an ashtray as empty as an insincere eulogy. The server strives for an Academy Award with his customers’ two booths up.
Eyes close
Eyes open
Breathing is measured as nothing happens at this spot, on this planet as it spins, hurtling through space.

The world has ended so...what's for dinner!

Hey everyone! Today's post is sharing another blog that a friend of mine writes. She is a fellow Zombie Squad member from ZS:20 - Chicago and she is doing something very smart and worth your time if you are a prepper! She is trying recipes using food from her disaster surplus to find out what makes a good meal in the post apocalypse world.

I think this is something that many people overlook during disaster preparation. Many people, myself included went out and bought a case of MRE's, some bags of Rice and beans, cans of fruit, tuna, and beef stew and a couple cases of bottled water and called it good after tossing them in a closet. Few people ever rotate their stock or actually try eating some of the items they are depending on to save them in the event of an emergency. I expect them to be thinking that if they get hungry enough, they'll eat anything. This is not only needless additional stress in an already stressful time but potentially dangerous and possibly lethal if you happen to have an undiscovered food allergy. I look forward to trying several of the recipes myself as I adjust my food stores. Please check out her blog HERE and be sure to share it with everyone you know.

Comfort from strange places

When I was diagnosed with high blood pressure it was difficult trying to get the blood pressure medication dosage correct. The first few months I spent roller coasting between high and low pressure as my body adjusted to this new chemical and I struggled to remember to take the pills consistently and continuously. I would feel better then I would start feeling like I did prior to treatment which I will explain some other time.

At some point during the 2nd week a concerned lady who I worked with named Donna asked how I was doing. She knew I was trying to control this condition and was very worried by how I looked. I told her what was going on and she wondered if the dosage was lowering my pressure too much and “Bing” on went the light. I wasn’t sure about the dosage but I thought I knew what I could do to feel a little better. I trudged upstairs to the employee cafeteria, dropped in a quarter and two dimes, and punched the buttons that would tell the machine to provide me a “large” cup of black coffee. As soon as the light went out, I took the cup and sipping it went back down stairs to try to get some work done. I finished the cup about 10 minutes later and with in 20 minutes I felt better than I had in a long time. I don’t know if it was the caffeine of just a placebo effect from feeling so crappy but that cup of coffee helped me smile with relief.

I know the reputation vending machine coffee has and I am guilty of mocking it myself but the coffee that comes out of the machine at Dueco Inc. in Waukesha, Wisconsin is one of my own special security blankets. If I’m stressed or bummed, or pissed about something, $.45 and a trip to the Dueco Lunch room goes a long way to help out. Considering what some people spend for comfort food or chemicals to change their mood, I think I lucked out!