We're coming up with a new calender as a means of keeping track of time. We're using Hope's birthday as the start of the year. I believe it's spring, the beginning of spring or perhaps the end of winter.
Hope for a good year. That fits so well.
I can hear people groaning right now. The making of alcohol is one skill that wasn't lost. It's not the same alcohol as before the war, very primitive I suppose. I haven't tried any yet. I suppose one sip wouldn't have hurt, but I will take no chances with the child I'm carrying. Many people did partake of the alcohol though. The groans attest to that. There are at least a dozen people hungover, probably more. That's their tough luck.
We came to a decision today, in fact, I suppose the steriles are looking at it as law. There are easily twenty teenagers who can have children. Until now they weren't expected to "contribute", to the population. Our decision was met with resistence at first. Many people didn't want to "age of consent" to go down. But, we explained why it was necessary. After explaining ourselves, they reluctantly agreed. After much deliberation we decided that there is no set age of consent. At least, not yet. Until our population is enough then when a boy, or girl, is able to have children, they will be considered old enough to do so. Hopefully the population will be big enough before too long that we can change that.
Duty calls. I must go.
Christine
