Michael and I are finally up to date with the Walking Dead and have recently started watching Fear the Walking Dead. Now, I'm going to tell you that the last season of Walking Dead was HARD for me to watch. It wasn't really all that scary, so I don't even know what the deal was. I think it might have had something to do with the idea that I knew something bad was going to happen at some point. It created so much anxiety in me, I could not sit still on the couch nor could I take deep breaths. I mean, it seriously stressed me out. Fear the Walking Dead is four times worst than the Walking Dead. We were maybe in the middle of episode two or three (I can't remember) when I looked over at Michael and said "I cannot watch this." and I meant it. I don't know if I can continue watching this with out Xanex.
After the first zombie encounter, I made Michael pause the show. I turned to him and said "If we ever we have to hit someone with a car three times to keep them from coming after us and that someone still continues to try to come after us, we don't turn the car around and go home. We calmly drive to Costco and max out the credit card. Then we go right on over to Home Depot and max out that credit card. Only then do we go home." This led to a discussion about zombie proofing the house and if the house could with stand a zombie apocalypse. Honestly, I'm not so much worried about the zombies getting in as I am of other living people because if I've learned anything from WD, it's that the living are so much more horrible than the undead. So really, the question we should be asking is can this house be made safe and protected form zombies and people? And you know what? I think it can. I think with a little fortifying here and there and a better fence around the backyard, we could probably live out a pretty decent life in the apocalypse. Any way. I do realize that a zombie apocalypse is unlikely. Our apocalypse is going to be an environmental apocalypse when the ice caps all melt. At least we won't have as far to drive to the ocean.
I still feel like it might be obvious to be thankful for the roof over your head, but today I'm going to be thankful for the roof over my head. I remember there was a time when I thought I would never be in a place in my life where I could afford to buy a house. Yes. I do know that when I purchased my house, it was so cheap that it would have been a stupid move not to buy this house. But all of that doesn't change the fact that I am thankful for this house. It may be small and we may be battling a clutter/space issue at the moment, but it's ours and it's not falling apart at the seams. We have a very large backyard for gardening and chickens and a crazy dog. We have a garage that protects our scooters and bicycles from the weather. And we have a basement that I'm sure I will have better feelings for once we clean it out (sohelpmegod, this is happening in the Spring). I am thankful for this home.
I am so many words behind on my daily number count for NaNoWriMo. I have been writing here and there. I just haven't been writing enough here and there. I am thankful for a commitment free weekend where I can spend some time playing catch up with my word count. I am thankful for the bike ride I was able to get in this week as well as the scooter ride. I am thankful for the one egg that we seem to be getting every other day. The weather is getting colder, so we'll probably see less eggs. I am thankful for a silly cat who lays in the bathroom sink in the mornings while I get ready. I am thankful for a goofy soft puppy who lays against my hip while I type. I am thankful to have the best dang sister-in-law who celebrated a birthday yesterday. I am thankful for you.
Here's to another week of surviving and a spectacular Thankful Friday.