Waving Hello from the Commonwealth of Virginia

hope_full · Heavy Crude Joined: May 27, 2008 Posts: 173

Well, I'm at 80+ posts now, so I suppose I should introduce myself.

I live with hubby in Southeastern Virginia and have been spending too much time reading about Peak Oil. Busy reading everything I can get my hands on.

For years and years, I've been paying attention to the many cars on the road and asking everyone who will listen, "aren't we going to run out of oil one day?" My first husband and I did a fair amount of long-distance driving through the years and I'd look at all the cars and all the interstates and ponder how a limited and dwindling supply of earth's rotting organic matter could fuel all these cars for all these years.

And now I understand. And now it makes sense. We're running out of cheap oil. It's like finally getting an answer to the question that I've ruminated about for years and years.

I live in the city and I'm in a big old house in an older neighborhood and am staying up at night, thinking, worrying and wondering if I need to get out of here. My husband works for the government so he'll have a job until four days after civilization collapses. Of course, like the rest, I'm hoping we can "emerge gently" from this perfect storm that's approaching.

I was in the middle of restoring this fine old house when Peak Oil came into my life. I'm an architectural historian and this house was my blank canvass upon which I'd create a masterpiece. I was busy doing research to make sure every feature of the old house was faithful and true to its historic origins. I haven't picked up a tool, a paintbrush or a screwdriver since reading about Peak Oil. It's only been a month or more, but I'm scrimping and saving every dollar. I feel almost foolish for wasting so much money on an old house, but I had no idea what was on the horizon.

I'm also staying up night wondering what the future holds. My kids decided not to have kids and then one of my kids had a wee accident and the wee accident is now seven months old and he sure is a cute little accident. I worry for my children but I worry for my sweet grandbaby most of all.

I'm not sure what stage I'm at, but I'm struggling to figure out what to do and when to do it. I do a lot of praying these days but i fear I'm doing more worrying than praying. It's all so fantastically huge and I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it. Richard's book "Power Down" is my favorite. His Life Boat analogy is perfect. We're watching the world shift in front of our very eyes and yet there's no one to talk to. Everyone's laughing and carrying on without a care in the world.

So, I keep praying and hoping for the best and wondering if I should prepare for the worst. Would love to hear from others.

My moniker says it all....I am Hopeful.

dinopello

Hi hopeful one,

I was born in Hampton and grew up in Tabb (sort of south east Virginia) if you know where that is. If you are down that way, there are some advantages such as a mighty port, train access, military bases etc. and some nearby agriculture with various crops and hogs etc. - that is the stuff left after all the sprawl. The development that has occured at least in York County has been god awful except for Yorktown proper.

Anyway, I still have friends and family down there and visit often.

Welcome to the funhouse!

RedStateGreen

Welcome.

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