I have decided to take some time off from blogging. There are several things that need my attention before Spring finally arrives. With any kind of luck, I should be back in several weeks. Stay safe and pray.
Saturday, March 11, 2023
There are so many who are under the assumption that bad things can happen, but if they do, it will not be in their backyard. If that's where you are, chances are pretty good you do not join the rest of us here in our way of thinking and preparing. But if by some chance you stumbled upon this blog, I highly recommend the following video.
Patara at 'Appalachia's Homestead' is a common sense video creator, unlike many who run around, hair on fire with each and every bad thing that happens. I trust what she says.
I have had a small break to refresh and recharge. My adult children have agreed to haul some food in jars to their homes. So today I am up to my elbows in canning hamburger. My son kindly brought me 40 lbs. of it yesterday.
Buckle up. Looks like the road ahead is full of potholes.
Monday, March 6, 2023
Everywhere we look, we see those with the preparedness mindset talking about 'stacking it to the rafters.' I have often said that myself. And I have meant it, for I believe things in our country are likely to be worse before getting any better. If we are paying attention at all, we can see the signs all around us.
But what happens when our food and supply storage reaches the rafters?
I am guessing that there are many - particularly those of my vintage - living in small apartments. Not everyone can have a homestead. Not all of us are physically able to keep a garden. Those of us living on a fixed income can not afford to pay for the maintenance and taxes on a house, upkeep and fuel for a vehicle and buy groceries, too.
I have spoken before about living in a very small three-room apartment. I live here for several reasons. I can afford it. It is close to my children and grands and great-grands. That is important to me. And I need to be where I can get the care I need for a couple of medical conditions.
I have now reached the place where I literally have no more room to store anything. Several shelving units are full. Cases of home canned food are stashed in every conceivable corner. Boxes holding dehydrated foods and other dry goods are stacked as high as I can stack them. I am now in serious jeopardy of looking like a candidate for the TV show about hoarders.
I am done. Well, almost. My son is bringing me 40 lbs. of hamburger to can. And I still have stuff in my freezer that needs to go into jars before freezer burn sets in. But after that I will just be replacing what I use and that is all.
My adult children have agreed to take home with them some cases of food in jars and God bless them for that. After all, this has been done for the sole purpose of making sure my family will be alright should the worst happen. And I might have convinced them that it will be easier to remove stuff from my apartment a little at a time rather than all at once when I leave this earth to join my oldest son in Heaven. That being said, I plan to stick around for a good, long while to annoy my kids. :)
I am not saying that stacking it is not important. It is very important. But sometimes we need to decide to either continue stacking or move on to other things. Right now, I am going through and getting rid of things that just are not necessary in order to make my apartment a home again and not just a storehouse.. And using time to make quilts or crochet afghans or to work on my family history so my kids and grands will know about the good, hard-working ancestors that came before us.
We all have different priorities. We do what works best for us. I am just saying that we need to decide for ourselves where we are headed and what each of us needs to do.
My one constant is prayer. Always.