You Can't Take It With You

Apparently the world ends Saturday. I know that a lot of us optimists thought we had until 2017 when a giant comet will hit the earth, or at the very least until 2012 when the Mayan calendar runs out, but unfortunately, no. A bona fide Christian preacher announced that the end would come on May 21.
The subject came up last week at Sunday lunch. (Sorry I didn't pass this info along sooner.) Reports of 'I knew a guy who...' sold their businesses or walked around Lynden in a sandwich boards saying 'the end is near'. This is not going to be a practice run.
One member of this gathering wasn't going to be a victim. She had emergency supplies and $500.00 in the trunk of her car, and suggested that I do the same. She told me to pack water, change of clothes, flashlight, a blanket, five hundred dollars....
Whoa! What was that? I would need a blanket? I was going to all this trouble to survive the end of the world, but my home would be gone?
So I had to make a decision. Was I going to greet the end of the world with clean underwear and a flashlight? Was I going to find a way to survive while civilization crumbled around me? Was I really going to sleep outside with a blanket and gun?
She said there was no way of knowing. It could be an earthquake or volcano. Anything. But as far as I'm concerned, a power outage would end life as I know it. No thank you. I do not care to survive in a world without hot showers.
So I am preparing for the end by eating all the chocolate in the candy drawer. Good luck to the rest of you.
Nancy Sherer