So, I’ve decided that I don’t want this life anymore, and I’m going to run off and start a new one somewhere. I’ve been adamant about this since 2:30 this morning, when the neighborhood dogs commenced their commiserative cacophony in response to some psycho pounding on my neighbor’s door consistently and HARD, which my neighbor ignored.
I’m sick of the desert, the heat, the dust, the graffiti, the thomp thomp thomp of gangstas’ basses, the traffic, and most of all the heat. I’m thinking somewhere green (grass!), trees, woods, water, aaaahhhhh… that’s the life, right?
I can cook good- can whip up something tasty with almost nothing at all to work with. Also, I know CPR, and can do the Heimlich. I know basic first aid. So, those are some of the skills I bring to this.
Are you coming? What are the skills you’re bringing? Where are we going?
Our ceiling collapsed on top of me and today while they were repairing the ceiling I noticed the paint in our bathroom puffing up. Great, water damage in the bathroom now. :mad:
I have a valid driver’s license, fluffy kitties, half a bag of baked tostitos, and a fiance who can do some heavy lifting. I vote we head toward Hawaii.
I think Hawaii is the perfect destination. I come complete with a canine defense system, the ability to grow food and bake bread and a serious hate for cold weather.
My 13-year-old has just had his light turned out for the second time long after his bedtime, and is pouting that he doesn’t want to go to school tomorrow because he’ll be made fun of by his classmates for not knowing the Latin vocab words he refused to study over the weekend.
I spent my childhood absorbing every survival novel I could find, and have a copy of My Side of the Mountain beside me even now. I’m sure the knowledge will come in handy, wherever we go. I am tolerably good with a bow and arrow, and have the ability to tie cherry stems into knots in my mouth.
I’ve been taking pottery classes, so if we end up some place that has clay in the ground, I can make our dishware. I also play the accordion - that’s got to be good for comic relief, or scaring away wild animals, or something…
Can I come? But we have to go NOW, I’m supposed to be at work in ten hours.
My useful skills:
I can build yurts.
I can climb coconut palms. I’m pretty sure I could make coconut-shell bras and grass skirts.
I’m good at gutting fish. Most animals, actually.
I can knit. I can bring a few sheep for wool.
I can build fences.
I also play the bagpipes. (May not seem like a selling point, but it’ll definitely send those hostile natives running for cover.)
I have knives. I can kill small animals, as long as someone else catches them. I also spent my childhood absorbing survival skills. I can start a fire with one match. I can build a fire that’ll start with one match. Somewhere I have a flint & steel firestarter. I can cook over a campfire. I’ve been told I’m funny.
92º and only April? I’m with you, AtG. I can bake bread, I can light a campfire with one match and I’m bringing a short-legged hairy grey dog, a bunch of books, a laptop and Mr. Ko.
[note to toodlepip: short-legged hairy grey dog is old, tough and past her gut-by date]
