A Cluster of Crises

I hope all of you are doing okay. I don’t know what’s happened this year, but it seems as if the earth was zapped with a whole lot of negative energy. I’m fine, but so many people surrounding me are dealing with various crises, such as accidents, falls, cracked bones, radiation treatments, poor health prognoses, and the death of a loved one. My only crisis is a financial one — the incredible rate increase for my already astronomical house insurance (the rates in this area are among the highest in the country — because of wind and hail damage, I’ve been told), but the solution there is an easy one: find a different insurance company or find ways to be more economical so I pay the bill and worry about next year’s insurance when next year comes.

There’s not much I can do about other people’s problems but be there if they need something. It does seem odd, though, that so many things are going wrong in such a short period of time. I hate the thought of being grateful that so far I am on the caregiving end of the situation rather than the care needing end because it seems so . . . smug or complacent or arrogant or somesuch, but I am grateful that, as of now, I am healthy and able to help where I can.

I have no words of wisdom in the situation. In fact, I’m hurrying up to get this finished so I can go be with a woman who needs help, but I wanted to write something so as not to break my blogging streak, and this cluster of calamities is on my mind.

Take care of yourself! There are enough ills in the world without our adding to it.


Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator

Feeling Vulnerable

I’ve been doing a good job the past year or so trying to keep focused on the day rather than what might happen in the future, especially when it comes to my precarious financial situation and my advancing years, but the exorbitant increase in house insurance shocked me out of my complacency, and I’ve been feeling unsettled and vulnerable.

Knowing so many people who are getting The Bob adds to the feeling of things being out of kilter. It certainly doesn’t help that one of the library books I got was about electric grid of the entire United States being destroyed, which reminds me how vulnerable we really are. If the electricity goes out, so will heat, plumbing, communication, and transportation. Which means after a few weeks, people will be dying en masse of dehydration and disease and starvation since water won’t be coming into the house, wastes won’t be going out, and food won’t be distributed to the stores. Just what I do not need to be reading when I am feeling vulnerable to begin with!

I’m not sure how I would handle such a calamity as the book portrays, but I did buy some bottled water today to have just in case. I have camping equipment, including a little stove that works with twigs and other readily available bio-fuel, and a solar powered charger, so I could charge a phone, assuming there would be anyone to call. I have learned from camping that one can keep a whole lot warmer at night if you sleep in a tiny tent inside a larger tent, and I could set up the double tents inside the house, so my tiny sleeping area would be warmed by whatever body heat I could engender.

I also have solar lights outside my house, which, if necessary, could be brought inside.

It seems surprising that a book written in the past year or so didn’t mention the ubiquitous nature of such lights. The author just talked about it being totally dark at night. Around here, when the electricity goes out, there are still quite a few lights on because of solar lighting. But then, this is a relatively sunny area; maybe other areas aren’t as accessible to solar power.

For my own peace of mind, I’ll have to ignore the vulnerable feelings of the past few days and go back to believing (all evidence to the contrary) that I will be fine. Even if it’s an illusion, it’s still important for me to act as if everything will work out. Because who knows — things could continue working out for me, and it’s possible (at least according to some theories) the belief itself will make things come true.

And if all else fails, there are all those origami cranes I am folding to ensure my good fortune.


What if God decided S/He didn’t like how the world turned out, and turned it over to a development company from the planet Xerxes for re-creation? Would you survive? Could you survive?

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