Might want to spend the this week picking up last minute needs
- Thread starter Bud
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Yup, battery updates for the necessaries. I need to find & download my SW radio station list & laminate it. Might do a maintenance checklist for Hol, in case I become incapacitated in the near future. Documentation is a prep! I TRY to keep manuals & reference books all in the same place but rooms keep getting repurposed around here.
You know, back last summer, I was working diligently, to prepare us for all foreseeable, scenarios.
Food, water, riots, nukes, civil strife, you name it, I was working on a plan.
Then my wife left unexpectedly, now I just plain don’t give a shit.
I prepped us for everything, now I’m alone.
Left with a bad attitude and no desire to capitulate to anyone on any level.
Still trying to work through things, but right now, I’m ready for Gog, Maygog or any other asswipe that strolls into my line of fire.
Food, water, riots, nukes, civil strife, you name it, I was working on a plan.
Then my wife left unexpectedly, now I just plain don’t give a shit.
I prepped us for everything, now I’m alone.
Left with a bad attitude and no desire to capitulate to anyone on any level.
Still trying to work through things, but right now, I’m ready for Gog, Maygog or any other asswipe that strolls into my line of fire.
Traded some fiat to a tangible today. seriously, that was my intent. Mostly. Got it off the trailer, thanked my son for picking it up with me (I needed his truck) Saw him on his way, then I eased out on the dirt road where I live, flipped everyone of the forward lights on and ran for the County hardtop a mile away and I hit sixty on the short straight away. Tried to do a power slide into a reverse turn, scared the living hell out of myself, and when I quit gulping air and trying to release the death grip my buttocks had on the seat cushion, I stopped, and conducted a proper (and safe!) three point turn, looked for any headlights through the trees and hammered it again. None of the neighbors will ever believe it was me. “That nice old man? Isn’t he almost eighty years old?”
