Thirty-five years after the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant in Ukraine exploded in the world’s worst nuclear accident, fission reactions are smoldering again in uranium fuel masses buried deep inside a mangled reactor hall. “It’s like the embers in a barbecue pit,” says Neil Hyatt, a nuclear materials chemist at the University of Sheffield.
Thirty five years ago, on April 27, 1996, a DAY after the disaster, I was outside with my son, who was playing in the grass, while I was on the patio listening to AFN, the military radio station for Hahn AFB and we were living in Argenthal, Germany when the announcement came. I was pregnant with my youngest son at the time. As I sat there watching my toddler run around, the warning alert came on the radio, and an urgent voice told of the nuclear meltdown, and said to stay indoors, and especially to say off the grass, due to fall out contamination. A DAY after!
I was horrified. And for all these years, I’ve wondered about that exposure. Maybe that’s why my hair turned curly in my fifties eh? 🙂
We drank raw milk from the farm down the street. We were warned not to do that either. Too late. So even though I’m a world away from Chernobyl now, that headline certainly struck fear into my heart.
I was down another pound this morning! So motivating! But I won’t have time to walk this morning as my mom’s coming over at 10. I might try and talk myself into a walk this afternoon around 3, but it’ll be in the upper 70’s and the thought doesn’t thrill me. But I’ll surely gain TWO pounds back after pizza.
Yesterday I stood in the garage for a bit contemplating finishing the quilt on my longarm. Of course I walked out five minutes later. I’m positive this has been on my frame for a year now. I promised I would finish it right after Christmas, and that was six months ago!