“OK, thanks for coming over this morning,” Grant said. “I wanted to go over a few business items while we’re all here. I guess it’s no secret that things are kinda going downhill back in the city. Things will be rocky for a while. We will have to count on ourselves for food and security. I hope this is temporary; it probably will be. But we can’t count on things just getting back to normal. Therefore, I propose that we treat our mutual survival as our jobs. Just like our former work jobs. We should put the time and energy we normally put into our old jobs into getting food and taking care of things here on Over Road. If things get better, this will have been a great big adventure we’ll tell our grandkids about.” Grant smiled. He wanted to be positive. “Is everyone OK with what I’m talking about here?”
Most people slowly nodded, including Lisa. He didn’t know about the text and pictures of their trashed house. Lisa wouldn’t tell Grant about that. It would be one more thing for him to worry about and she didn’t want to worry him.
Grant had to get buy-in from the group on the big picture. It was time to go into the details. He had been thinking about them for quite some time.
“OK,” he started, “sounds like we’re all on the same page. Now that we have a full picture of how many of us are out here, we can start talking about splitting up duties like guard duty and food. If it’s OK with you guys, I’d like to put Pow in charge of the guard duty.” Everyone nodded.
“Chip,” Grant continued, “I consider you part of the Team, so you’ll be doing that kind of stuff, too.” Chip grinned. He was in his early sixties and was being treated like one of the young guys. The guys on the Team nodded, too. They liked Chip. Everyone liked Chip.
“John, Mark, Paul, and I already know the drill,” Grant said. “Could one or more of you guys get with Pow and the Team and go over the guard duty details?” John and Mark nodded. Grant wanted to make the three of them feel like they had something to add to the Team. He wanted them to be integrated to the extent possible, even though they weren’t tactically trained or as well armed as the Team.
“John knows how to fix things,” Grant said. “I’m sure others do, too, but I’d like John to be in charge of things like that.”
Grant remembered Paul and his welding and machine shop skills. “Of course Paul knows welding and other heavy machining. John and Paul can be the fix-it crew.” John gave everyone the thumbs up sign.
“Speaking of Paul,” Grant said. “He’s on guard duty right now. With he and John doing all the repairs, those two probably shouldn’t be in the guard rotation,” Grant said, looking at Pow. Besides, Grant didn’t say it, but John was a little old and Paul was, well, totally out of shape. They wouldn’t be the best for guard duty.
“We’re doing OK on food,” Grant continued. “The Colsons have plenty of steaks.” He didn’t want to say “deer” because the kids wouldn’t eat them. “So I’d like Tammy to be in charge of the nightly group dinners.” She nodded. “Mark and John can work on getting plenty more dinner material out there in the forest and the beach.” More nodding.
“If my ‘job’ is hunting and fishing, I’m OK with that,” Mark said with a big grin.
Grant looked at John and said, “Yes, John, that would be hunting and fixing things for you. Double duty. But Mark will be the lead on hunting and fishing if that’s OK.”
“Hunting, fishing, and fixing things is what I’m doing during my retirement anyway,” John said. He gave the thumbs up again.
“Mary Anne is a gardener and canner,” Grant said. “So is Eileen. I bet you two can team up to make sure we have lots of good stuff.” Both ladies smiled. They were glad to be part of this. It wasn’t all about guns. There were roles for everyone. People can’t eat guns.
Grant continued, “It’s not like we need to start gathering food and preserving it right now. I have plenty of stored food and can share. Most of you do, too. But Mary Anne and Eileen should start thinking about what to grow and preserve now, and then we can do it in the summer and fall, if things go that long, which would surprise me.” That was a lie; Grant fully expected this to go a full year; and probably several years.
Mary Anne said, “Like the apple trees. We can get all the apples in the summer and can them.”
“Exactly,” Grant said. “We’re at the planning stages now. Thank goodness this thing hit in the spring. Maybe you can find out if you need some canning supplies. We’ll figure out how to get some in time for canning later. That kind of thing.” Grant had been thinking about canning apples since he came to the cabin and saw the wild apple trees. Now it was time to get those wheels in motion.
“Drew, I need someone to keep track of all the stuff we have,” Grant said. “An inventory. Who has a generator, who needs prescription medication, that kind of thing. This is more important than it might seem.” Drew was glad that there was a role for a retired accountant.
“We’ll continue to have breakfasts here for a while,” Grant said. “We have quite a bit of pancake mix. But at some point, we’ll be switching over to other things.” Grant knew that the pancake mix would be running out in a week or two. Breakfast for about fifteen every day would exhaust even the best cache of food. He didn’t want to say that because it could cause panic, but he wanted to introduce the idea that he couldn’t keep doing breakfast for fifteen every day. “We have lots of biscuit mix,” he added. Introduce the idea that things will run out, but remind them that there were substitutes. He wanted to balance lowering their expectations while also instilling hope.
“Lisa is in charge of medical things, of course,” Grant said. What Lisa didn’t know was that Grant already had a plan for her to be the Pierce Point doctor. In fact, being able to offer an ER doctor to the residents was a key part of his plan to build up Pierce Point as a solid defensible and sustaining community. But, he needed to ease her into that.
“Knowing Lisa like I do,” he smiled at her, “she will be helping with absolutely everything when she’s not doing medical things. So I guess her second job out here is ‘being Lisa.’” She smiled at him. She was glad that Grant appreciated all she did in addition to her doctor job.
“I’d like each of you to talk to her about any medical conditions you have,” Grant said. Everyone nodded.
“Manda,” Grant said, “you have a duty, too, and a very important one. You will be taking care of Cole. He doesn’t need full time attention, but you need to be around him. You will be helping with lots of miscellaneous things. So will Cole, but you’re in charge of him, OK?”
“Of course, Dad,” Manda said.
Grant looked to see if Paul’s five-year old daughter, Missy, was there. She was. “Tammy, do you think Paul would mind if Manda looked after Missy, too? I think Missy and Cole could become friends.” What Grant didn’t say is that Missy, at age five, had roughly the same language skills as Cole, at age thirteen.
“Sure,” Tammy said. “With Paul doing his job out here and me at the power company, Missy could use some looking after, especially now that there are…” she almost said, “criminals roaming around” but she didn’t. “There are more things going on,” she said.
“Tammy,” Grant said, “is a special case. In addition to the dinners at her place, she has a traditional job. At least I think you do, right?”
“As far as I know,” Tammy said, “I’m still working at the power company.”
“Well, go to your job,” Grant said. “Lord knows we need the power to stay on. Could you still coordinate the dinners? You can ask any of us, including me, to help you with that.”