Is it the autumn of civilization?

I love this time of year. I adore my husband, all seven
of our children, the briskness in the air and the turning
of the leaves. It's the season for cool walks, high school
football games, candy corn, bonfires and amazing beer. In
short, I'm having too much fun. Being with someone
who understands me only adds to my delight. I keep pinching
myself, wondering when I'll wake up from the very best day
dream of my life.

Today I had a break from the twins. And without their voices
calling and demanding nearly constant attention, doom stopped
by for a visit. I read the news, it wasn't good. It's time to
prep (again) in earnest. The window of opportunity is closing.
We don't have much time left. Our military points to 2012, to
2015, as the start of difficult times. Our civilian government
has no plans at all, save the status quo and weird currency
games.

Today, my poor hubby came home from work, and I gave him the
"time is running out and I'm really worried" talk. He listened.
I talked about oil, food, electricity, the 1970's, the need
for chickens, a garden, a doomstead, and water. He took it all
in, and then said he had too much on his plate now to deal with.
I countered, that I needed to start buying extra food and he
woulnd't notice the difference in the budget. I also needed
him to know my heart and my concerns.

A few hours, 40 ice cream cone cupcakes, a little finger
desplintered, a bath and bed time for the little ones later,
I'm making plans.

~MH