Sweetie and I were sitting in our usual places a few nights ago, just listening to the wind when I asked him, "What are you thinking?" I know, typical female question!
Once again, we discovered our minds run along the same track. He said, "I think we need to double up on our preps and work our butts off these next couple months."
We've often said we'd like to complete X number of projects this year due to our health issues. And now, with my Dad here, much of our time is scheduled around how he's feeling or what his appointments are. To top it off, Sweetie has basal cell cancer on his right temple and will have surgery next month.
So the past week or so we've exhausted ourselves with fencing, fire wood, vehicle repairs, prepping and small remodel/repair projects in the house.
Today, I'm paying for it big time. Dad and I went for our second walk of the day and he had to finish it by himself. I sat on the side of the road and waited for Sweetie to pick me up. As I watched Dad shuffle down the road I thought, "We're really in a pickle if he trips..."
His mental faculties are so mixed up lately that he usually can't figure out how to operate his cell phone and I didn't have mine on me. Not a good situation but fortunately he made it home (about 800 feet) and got Sweetie.
So I'll couch serf until this bout of the drunken sailor syndrome passes and get back to work soon, I hope.
In the meantime we have 12 more cases of vegetables, a six-bottle case of Corn oil, 20#s each of white and wheat flour, and four flats of tuna fish to stash someplace. Next week when our cash is replenished I'll do more shopping. I haven't started a garden yet as we still have temps in the low 30's at night. I wish I had a crystal ball to know what the growing season's weather will be. Sweetie says it will be a cold, windy summer. Thus far that's been our Spring weather.
Well, keep prepping folks. Treesong