Monday, December 26, 2011

I had a brilliant rambling put down in virtual space and lost it as the net crumbled under the weight
of everyone facebooking about their holidays.Clearly, this was an ominous sign. And it was a sign
that matched my mood. I want to prep. I have a garden to plant, chickens to buy, more veggies to
dehydrate. The list is endless. The addition of a new canine has slightly altered my plans for the
back yard, but spring is just around the corner and the world is fraying at the seams, time to get
busy.

~MH

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

pics



The kids posing with my zombie apocolypse tree.


I know, right?

~MH

What's next?

Isn't that the BIG question. I've been chatting up a fellow
doomer at work, sharing some ideas about weaponry, timelines,
dehydrators, alternate currenices. What? ya'll don't have a
fellow doomer at work?

We have a few examples to see how collapse has happened elsewhere.
Germany, Africa, and more recently Argentina. And even more recently,
the Middle East. Social media helped spark movements and bring down
dictators, and cause more wars and more bloodshed. Argentina is
probably the best example:

http://ferfal.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-ammunition-to-choose.html


I pointed my coworker torwards ferfal's blog. In a nutshell, life
is harder, inflation and crime rampant, utilities spotty, and
food and medicine scare. I suggested to my coworker that he buy
enough ammo for his and his children's lifetimes.

Back to the timeline, I don't think we have ten years, probably
not even 5... we can expect the unexpected. We can assume that
change is around every corner. And if we get tired of being
flexible and having good attitudes, there is always someone
younger and hungrier and willing to do more for less. We can
all be replaced. I walk into work with a smile on my face almost
every day. I insure us, you won't hear any grumbling from me..

On to prepping. I took a week off from dehydrating and I felt so
darned guilty. I was ill, working, working, working and I finally
ran out of stuff to do dehydrate. I hate doom-guilt. So yesterday
after washing up my recent finds from my fav charity shhop, I went
to Aldi's, determined to feed my dehydrator. I bought massive
amounts of produce. I pickd up the kids and we chatted. I told
them I had bought oranges, apples and pears. "PEARS? We want pears!"
One of the lads even asked for a pear in his lunchbox. Now, how
cute is that?

Gotta go feed the dehydrator.
MH