There are limits to how much stuff can be packed into a three room apartment without becoming a candidate for a show on hoarding. After spending the weekend canning the meat and produce from my last grocery order, I have not only reached that limit, I seem to have exceeded it.
On the positive side, should disaster strike, my family will survive for a considerable length of time on my preps. And that is the whole reason we prepare, isn't it.
I will continue to fill in any gaps in my storage, but the time for canning and dehydrating marathons and huge grocery orders has past. I am quite literally out of room.
There are limits on paying much attention to the traditional news sources. As I checked the news outlets this morning it occurred to me that we no longer have news reports. We have opinion panels. And the opinions we hear are mostly based on whether those who believe their opinions matter are Trump supporters or Trump haters. Where is Walter Cronkite when you need him?
There are limits on how much virus propaganda I can listen to. Apparently the first virus didn't scare the population badly enough to get us all hiding in our closets, so now those who want control are trotting out a shopping list of virus variants. Monkey pox anyone?
There are limits to the amount of abuse I am willing to listen to if I choose not to take the jab. Each person should have the choice to make without government officials telling us we will kill Grandma if we refuse. Well, I am Grandma. And I believe in personal choice.
And while we're at it, there are limits to number of lies coming from the mouths of our elected officials and bureaucrats that I am willing to put up with. They do not represent us, even though we pay their salaries. They work for whatever special interest can line their pockets.
I am so done with it all.
We seem to have forgotten that we have actual lives that are to be lived without interference. It is easy to get caught up in the hype and I am just as guilty of that as the next person. But my limit has been reached.
I have prepared for the future as much as is possible in my circumstances. I have made decisions based on what I believe as an adult who still has brain cells that function. I will not comply with ridiculous orders and mandates and threats from those who wish to have complete control.
But I will hug my Grands and their parents. I will spend as much time as possible with those I love. I will sew quilts and crochet afghans. I will scrapbook my collection of old family photos. I will research my family history. I will read good murder mystery novels. I will bake cookies and bread. And occasionally I will nap
In other words, I choose to live the years I have left on my own terms. Which is exactly the way it should be.