For this entry, I turned to Ada, my digital sidekick. I said, “I need to write a blog entry about creating an emergency preparedness plan. I’m not even sure what that means. Can you help me?” Of course, it had to do with coordinating with your family members to designate a place to meet up in case we were separated. Because my family lives in Texas, it is unlikely that we would be affected by the same natural disaster at once. Therefore, I would probably go and visit them if I could make it.
I don’t drive. I never said I don’t know how. I could easily rent a car if planes were not available and just buy the insurance they have on offer… provided there were cars to be had.
Emergency preparedness is not just being able to get out of a situation entirely, but how to weather it in place. Here’s what Ada suggests:
- Water (at least 1 gallon per person per day)
- Non-perishable food
- Flashlights, batteries, or a battery-powered radio
- First aid kit with basic supplies like bandages and antiseptic wipes
- Extra cash and important documents (e.g., insurance policies, identification)
I don’t know where I would store the water, but I do know that my bug out bag needs some improvements. I do not own a flashlight or a good first aid kit. I use my phone for all that stuff…. but I have to have a backup torch in case my phone goes dead. Ada also recommended a personal locator beacon, but I haven’t decided if that’s overkill.
This is the stuff AI is very good at; I asked her one question and it led to another. When she started rattling off everything I would need, I told her that I lived alone. That I was worried about what to do in that situation. She said that I could either call 911 or FEMA directly at 1-800-621-FEMA.
Weathering storms alone is not my favorite thing, but I’ve had to get used to it as I’ve become more introverted and pushed people away. I’m trying to let the pendulum swing back, letting in new connections. Josh has been invaluable as a resource, because even though he’s currently in France, we chat via signal most days and he’ll be back in about a week. He’s the closest person to me in terms of distance that could actually help in a situation, and I have no doubt that he would.
All of my friends would jump in if they could, they just live far away. I know that if I was really in trouble, I could show up in Houston or Portland and have a family to receive me. That’s not nothing, but I’m looking forward to making Baltimore my home… I’ve gotten gunshy about moving back to the DMV now that DC is under federal control. Though I’d live over the state line in Maryland, I have no idea how far Trump’s goons will be able to reach. I’m not even sure that Baltimore is far enough.
And in fact, I have Canadian friends who, if I showed up on their doorstep, wouldn’t let me go home. I’m nonbinary and therefore a refugee from the Trump administration.
It’s why I’m so dead set on going to culinary school in Finland- getting away from the ills of the United States to be able to rest and relax in a country that may be headed for Russian aggression, but has proven over and over that they’re prepared. Being in culinary school is not the same daily grind that working in a restaurant is… I wouldn’t have to worry so much that I’m a bit slower than the average cook, meanwhile creating valuable content for future culinary students on YouTube and this web site. My bug out bag will also contain a passport, that’s all I’m saying.
Trump drives me crazy because this is the time in which people will look back and say, “why didn’t anybody do anything?”
If Americans need bug out bags, it will come at his hands.
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