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The End of the World As We Know It


Remember in December when everyone on Facebook was talking about the end of the world? 

This was kinda a big deal for the Quezada family. So big, in fact, I was shocked to discover today that I never wrote about it! Apparently, I was too busy blogging about Advent, London, and Nochebuena to have time to acknowledge the end of the world. Boooo.

Billy had been forewarning me since approximately April 1st that the indigenous Guatemalans (the Maya) had constructed a calendar and a 5,125-year-long cycle was coming to an end. The world was on its way out. 

I am always up for some good drama, so I bought right into it. I watched his YouTube research on the sounds of the earth groaning… of prophecies… and of the clear and unshakable evidence that December 21st was, at the very least, the beginning of the end.

It was exhilarating. Why I purchased Christmas presents I have no idea.

Naturally, I decided to throw a party. I assumed that the perfect celebration would be the fateful evening of the 21st. My Facebook friends, however, all seemed in agreement that awakening on the dawn of the 21st was the true accomplishment indeed.

It turned out the true drama really did lie in the evening of the 20th. Basically, I am not even exaggerating when I say it was a dark and stormy night. Billy and I were in our living room watching TV when around 10 o’clock, the power went out.

The. Power. Went. Out!

Billy and I both tried to play it cool, but that’s not really our nature, so we overreacted. Well… him more than me.

The lights flickered back on about 3 minutes later. Billy looked at the clock, calculated the time remaining until sudden death at midnight and came to a startling conclusion.

“We need water and batteries. I’m going to Kroger.”

We quickly decided on a meeting point in case things got out of control before he could return home, and he left. Left me… alone… with a sleeping toddler. I would have to fight off the zombies and get us to high ground by myself… you know, if it came to that.

Thankfully, it did not come to that. In less than an hour, he returned with batteries and 24 bottles of water, which I found surprising. This really seemed more of a “gallon” situation than individual bottles, but whatever. Sadly, the packaging was weak and bottles were rolling all over our driveway and yard. We don’t need this kind of busy work when the world is ending, people!

Back in the house with arms full of water, we began to ready ourselves for the night. Midnight neared. I’m brushing my teeth. It’s 11:50. The power goes out AGAIN!

Billy and I freeze in terrified silence. I am biting off my fingers. We are FREAKED.

Well, spoiler alert… we (and the world) survived. The power returned minutes later and seemed to be primarily storm related more than “certain death” related. Ah well… maybe next time. By the way, I still have two giant bags of bottled water sitting in my dining room floor if you’re thirsty!

How did you celebrate the end of the world?

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