I have a confession to make. My name is Vicki and I am a list maker. I hang my head in shame.
OK. Ignore the hanging head part. I have always been prone to making lists, but in my defense, it has been because I have never had a really good, razor sharp memory. Which has probably kept me from being a world class liar. I would have too hard a time remembering which lie I told to which person. The truth, now that I can remember.
But I digress. I started thinking about list making this morning as I was busy writing yet another list. Some of the bloggers I read have been talking about perusing seed catalogs and making their seed order lists. I can't do that. I used to, when I lived further north and had a huge garden every year. Love those seed catalogs. But now I live surrounded by concrete and asphalt. Tomatoes and potatoes and carrots just don't grow well here in my parking lot. So I look to the Farmer's Markets.
A couple of weeks ago I took stock of my shelves of home canned goodies. Made a list (yeah, I know) of what was left and what I would need to replace. Did the same with my shelf full of dehydrated foods. Using those lists as a guide, I figured out what I would need to buy at the Market this year. Number One Son does Farmer's Market runs for me. I'm kind of scared to show him my list for this year. It is sort of lengthy. Which translates into heavy boxes and bags of stuff that will need to be hauled up the stairs to my apartment. So do I show him my list now so he has time to work out and build up his muscles for all of that heavy lifting, or do I wait until it is too late for him to back out.
I think there is something in the air. And not a good something. I am not the only one who is ramping up the preps. I see it on the blogs I read. I see it in the comments to those blogs. I read the alternative news sources and even once in a while on main stream news, where this uneasy feeling is being spoken of more often. It isn't panic. It is more like folks are feeling that whatever they need to do to take care of themselves, they had better not put it off any longer.
So I make my lists. And each time I can check something off those lists as done, it makes my future look a bit better. Maybe being a confessed list maker isn't such a terrible thing after all.
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