My Stepmother Nags the Apocalypse

July 27, 2012 § 17 Comments

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My dear stepmother, Beatrice, married my father near the end of his life. She is in her early 80’s now, lively and sweet.  Her blond hairstyle ends in a flip, and that flip designates a determined good cheer.

Little did I know that my stepmother has been quietly preparing for the end of the world.

When I visited Beatrice in Arkansas this week, she and her son, Peter, drove me out to the middle of the woods in a secret place, just off a dirt road that runs through a conspiring forest, where I met the other son, Justin, who was hard at work on a sustainable off-grid house – no running water yet, no bathrooms. No air conditioning.  The floors and walls half complete.

“I just want to have a nice home in the country,” Justin tells me.  “But my mother and brother are preppers.”

Preppers are people that believe one thing or another will soon tip civilization into imminent peril.  (The list of culprits is long, and includes solar flares and Kardashians.)  And they are getting out while the getting is non-apocalyptic.

I won’t argue whether they are right or wrong.  I will simply admire the effort.

Peter the engineer, super smart and quiet, makes suggestions which Justin, the contractor, cheerfully ignores.

“You can’t have both a small, pie-shaped landing and a narrow catwalk,” Peter tells me resignedly, in some kind of engineer’s code that means a short, sharp scream in the middle of the night followed by an ominous bumping sound.

Apparently one wild man weekend, Justin went off-blueprint and constructed the perilous marriage of the catwalk and pie-shaped landing despite his brother’s warning.

In turn, Beatrice makes constant suggestions to Peter that he respectfully, lovingly, dutifully ignores.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” Beatrice tells Peter as he winds through the mountains.

“Yes, mother,” he answers, then turns around to make eye contact with me in the back seat as we discuss the stock value of gold and Coca-cola.

“Please bring me my suitcase,” she tells Peter after we arrive at the house and are sweltering on the second floor in 89 degree heat.

“Yes, mother,” he says.  He remains in his chair. He’s an engineer. He knows a yes, even an insincere one, will bear the load of a request longer than a no.

And I love them. I love the fact they have a gate that a loose-jointed zombie can limbo under, but that gate has five locks.  I love the fact that Beatrice wants a “happy” color for the walls.  But more than anything, I love the fact that the apocalypse may undo civilization but it will not undo the way of mothers and sons.

2013

Beatrice:  Peter, paint the walls yellow.

Peter:  Yes, mother.  (He paints the walls black)

2018

Beatrice:  Peter, put out the fire.  You’re attracting radioactive Kardashians.

Peter:  Yes, mother.  (He throws a log on the fire. A Kardashian dives out of nowhere. Privation has taken their famous body shape but not their ravenous need for light.)

2024

Beatrice:  Peter, don’t let the zombie in.

Peter:  Yes, mother (He lets the zombie in, who makes it as far as the catwalk/landing before he loses his footing and plunges to his death.)

And now, a final scene.  The three of them are fishing, the battle of Armageddon in the distance, a low pressure system moving in (one bad for fishing, one good.)

Peter:  Justin, did you make the canoe out of cedar, like I told you?

Justin:  Sure I did, Peter.

Peter:  It looks a lot like Styrofoam.

Beatrice:  Peter, move back. There’s too much weight toward the front.

Peter:  Yes, mother.  (he moves forward)

You’d think their Styrofoam boat would tip over, but it doesn’t.  You’d think Armageddon would ruin their fishing, but it doesn’t. Maybe it doesn’t even come at all.  What I’m saying is, some things are going to fall apart. And some things are going to hold together. Til the end, and the end of that, and the end of that too.

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§ 17 Responses to My Stepmother Nags the Apocalypse

  • Jed says:

    You rock the words.

  • Stefani says:

    Oh my, the end. I want those last three sentences in a wall tapestry.

  • I think this is my favorite post yet.

  • markonit says:

    This is so sweet! But I have to tell you, if there is a Zombie Apocalypse, I think it will start near Little Rock!!

  • Michele Wilhite says:

    Kathy, no one can amuse me like you! It’s great to wake up to a smile! Beatrice , Peter and Justin sound like folks I’d love to know too.

  • Kitty says:

    I’m a Prepper, you’re a Prepper, he’s a Prepper, she’s a Prepper, wouldn’t you like to be a Prepper, too?
    Sorry. I couldn’t help that. I live with an ad guy.
    The question is, “What the HELL are you doing in Arkansas in July, girl?”
    People are going to start thinkin’ you’re crazy, or somethin’.

  • K says:

    Great insights into human nature. And inspires me to plant a garden. Thank you, K!

  • Marcella says:

    Sublime! When’s the movie?

  • cousin bridget says:

    I must meet these smart people. I too am a prepper have beeb since hurricane rita wiped out my home and temp set my world on fire. Bella was a baby My job at the hospital wouldnt allow me to evacuate not that i could anyway bc IT take five hours to go 20 miles during a evacuation then u run out of gas ext ext. My husband was a police officer and his job wouldnt let him leave either. So we had no choice but to stay and ride it out. The after math of no water for four weeks or power for six and red cross couldnt get to us for three weeks made it seem like hell. Especially in the hottest month on Louisiana. Since that time I had a Scarlett Ohara moment and vowel my family would never be caught off gaurd again. Yes I have excessive water storage and food and yes ammo bc we also were almost taken over for the little we did have …glad i married a cop at that moment of terror. And yes i have now a yard full of free range chickens two goats to which one is a milk goat and lots more but when I lay down at night i have the feeling that no matter what happens be it mother nature gov disaster war or whatever my kids will not do with out… So again id love to meet her they sound like our kind of people. Now im off to bed laying on top a make shift mattress which is layers of rolls of toilet paper….lol love u kathy

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