2050

The year 2050 is a time of old-fashioned ways. This highway once where cars traveled is now a road for horse and buggy or buckboards galore. Gas is no longer viable due to global warming getting worse. Power grids are failing, and we are now going back to kerosene lamps and fireplaces for heating and light. If one is lucky one can still find batteries to use if one still has various kinds of lanterns for light. I find myself doing most of my work during the day and usually going to sleep with the chickens.

My days usually go like this now. Getting up and dressed when the sun shines through the window and heading for the kitchen to make coffee and oatmeal for the one thing that I was able to keep and afford was my microwave that now runs on batteries that I stockpiled during the panic. I only use this appliance for breakfast and supper. My work is mainly writing articles sharing my knowledge of the past and after writing and typing my manuscript on my old manual typewriter I head out to the local library or if volunteering at the local school I take to the office where they can send it off for schools and libraries are the only places that still have some forms of tech.

My other normal chores of the day range from the ordinary housework and yardwork and praise the Lord that my parents showed me how to use a sickle-bar mower and that my yard is very small. I weed and trim so that my flowers and vegetables are to get taken over. Since, it is just me these chores keep me busy till supper and after supper before the sun sets, I read and do some writing for the next day. By then it is so dark there is nothing else to do but go to bed. This future year is one where one has to do for oneself on their own with little help from all the tech that used to be common back in the early 21st century. Remember this is a journal entry written by an old man in his late 80's.