We seem to be figuring things out now. Lindsay and I have fixed the house up so that we can live in it again. Carl's sawmill is just across the street so we have more than enough lumber to fortify the house however we want. There was enough firewood left in the grainery to last us this winter and some of next. We've moved most of it into the basement now. The sawmill will provide any further wood we need.
Lindsay's ability to levitate objects has been useful, particularly for clearing out the basement and bringing in firewood, as well as other things that need done. She can lift about ten times as much wood by levitating it than she can with her arms. It's made everything move a lot faster. I'm a little jealous. All I can do is see what she's doing, not actually do it. Mary's found a way to help out too. This morning while Grandma was watching her play in mom's garden in the back yard she somehow made a tomato plant sprout out of the ground. Lindsay and I were moving firewood down into the basement when she yelled for us to come see. Grandma was pretty excited about it as well. When we came over Mary bent down and cupped her hand over a spot in the dirt. Lindsay mumbled something under her breath, but I was too busy staring at the green energy forming under Mary's hands to catch what she was saying. After a few seconds Mary lifted her hands to reveal a small shoot sticking out of the ground where there had been nothing before. Lindsay's reaction echoed my own thoughts when she blurted out, "Damn!" We had a little party to celebrate the girls' abilities and have a little fun for the first time in a long time. Lindsay even participated instead of being a typical teenager and avoiding it like she normally would have. We managed to find some cake mix in the cupboards and enough ingredients to make a full cake.
Yesterday I found a battery operated radio at the mill and brought it over to listen to while we moved firewood. We were only able to find one station that was broadcasting and we could only make out parts of what was being said, but it was something. We learned that the riots were still happening in Spokane and there were warnings for people to remain indoors whenever possible. There seemed to be a group trying to maintain order, but we weren't able to make out how well they were doing.
Tomorrow's chores include moving in the last of the firewood to the basement and looking around the mill for anything that might be useful. There are a lot of tools and stuff over there that'll come in handy. Eventually I plan to have everything we need moved into the house.
Every once in a while people drive by our house hanging out the windows waving guns. No one has stopped at our place or shot at the house since we've been here, but I make sure that we are all out of sight and safe whenever I hear someone coming. We have several guns in the house, but I haven't been able to get into Carl's safe where he keeps the bullets so using the guns for hunting or defending the house is out of the question until I can get into it. I don't know what those guys think they're getting by scaring people, but eventually their gas will run out and one problem will be solved. There hasn't been any kind of supply truck, or any vehicles really, traveling into town. Only those vehicles of people leaving town and likely not coming back.
I still haven't had any time to sit and reflect, but I have had time to think while moving the firewood into the house. I'm pretty sure that we're set up well enough that we won't have to worry about anything until winter unless some of the people in town get desperate and decide they want what we have. In a few days I might try to go back into town and see if I can help anyone with their own situations, not everyone is causing trouble. I'll have to be careful not to let anyone know where we're at though. I'll just lead them to believe we're still holed up at Grandma's house. There is more to do here first before I can start worrying about anyone else.
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