I live in the Pacific Northwest, not far north of Seattle. Lately there have been several articles telling us to expect the ‘Big One’. The 9.0+ earthquake when the Cascadia Subduction Zone finally cuts loose and all hell breaks loose.
I mention this because my heart just fears this happening. All I can see is my 150+ year old Wedgwood shattered on the floor and my EAPG glassware that was my grandmothers in shards.
With a 9.0 earthquake not much is going to survive (not to mention the Tsunami that is going to finish anything that the quake didn’t take care of). Insurance or not, it can never replace those things that I love and have chosen to surround myself with.
Secondly, of course, I fear zombies and I’m sure this quake is going to be a direct link to a zombie problem.
Getting prepared for the zombie problem is a piece of cake. Don’t go out at night, carry a gun and a baseball bat and practice my sprinting and climbing. But the antiques…?
That is a much more difficult problem. I could store them away and they would have a much better chance of being safe but then why own something if I cannot enjoy it? Still, it was a tough choice.
For me, I choose to enjoy them and admire them. I choose to pick them up and run my fingertip across a rim or a design and not have them locked away in a box somewhere.
After all, there is no guarantee they would make it even if packed safely away so I figure…enjoy them now. Love ‘em now and let tomorrow take care of itself.