Monday, February 22, 2010

The Best Way to Start the Day!


Other than waking up next to the one you love, is to have homemade waffles! The picture above is the last waffle made this morning on the Toastmaster waffle iron my paternal grandmother used! My cousin's wife was going to donate it to a thrift store a few years ago but said I could look through the pile first. When I spotted grandma's waffle iron I knew I'd struck gold. Cousin's wife was getting rid of it because "it's old."

Kinda the same thing they do with people except now karma's caught up. They're "getting old" and that's not going over well!

Aging is inescapable unless you die young. So why not savor each stage of your life? Unless you believe in reincarnation, you're not going to be young again anyway. And frankly, who says you'd return as a 16 year-old with a Barbie doll figure or some other fantasy? Personally, I wouldn't want to repeat most of my former years. If given the option, I'd like to live another 50 years to enjoy the life I have now. That's not going to happen so, despite disappointments, mistakes, frustrations or other impediments, I try to make the best of today. Besides, a life not challenged is kind of dull!

Well, time to enjoy that last waffle. Have a great day. Treesong

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Thrift! That's What We Need More Of!

Had this comment from Paywithammo: "We got a taste of deflation yesterday when we paid $1.69 per pound for ground beef, 80%. Picked up 20 pounds and a new case of quart mason jars...just wish those jars would deflate in price too!"

At $1.69 per pound, I would've been in line behind him filling the grocery cart! Then, I'd cook it up on low heat and can, can, can until the job was done. We don't have a chest freezer and I'm not interested in relying on electricity anyway, so canning or dehydrating is the way to go.

I want to raise a couple hogs, beef cattle and chickens but Sweetie says just buy more canned meat. I say, by the time we paid for what we'd get from raising our own, we could have paid for and raised at least twice as many animals. But, it's the work involved in raising animals that he's concerned about. I see his point. It would be ME doing most of the work as he has little energy. Ah well, keep smoking with your 50% dead lung tissue! Yeah, I'm a bit frustrated with that today.

This time of year I'm anxious to start working outside. I go to bed dreaming of a greenhouse, square-foot gardening and firing up the kitchen wood stove to can our produce. And then I realize all the work involved because I have no greenhouse or square foot garden beds made, or stove installed anywhere. Cooking outside with no shelter over the stove is NOT happening this year!

Oh to be young again and full of energy. But, we'll press on regardless. Around here that means I go outside and start the project and he comes out and tells me how it's supposed to be done. Before you know it, the job's done and he's exhausted again.

Which leads me to a little lecture. Don't expect to maintain a homestead if you've been neglecting your health. Don't expect that you'll always be young, strong and able to overcome every adversity. Aside from accidents, poor health has a way of sneaking up on us "invincible" humans. No amount of money or machinery will solve all your dilemmas - manpower is still required! Have a big tractor with a front end loader? Well, it needs fuel and maintenance and someone who's capable of driving it - anytime it's needed. Think there will always be someone else around to repair it? Will the parts always be available? Will you always have the money to pay for parts and fuel? Got any idea how heavy one of those tires is? I do!

This brings me to the subject of groups. Nice if you can find one to bond with but it's not going to happen for everyone. So, among other things, that means you work smarter, not harder. Though I think you'll wind up working harder anyway - especially after certain comforts and conveniences fade away.

If you're still in the planning stages of a "retreat" I say you're probably too late. Not that the country's going to hell tomorrow but, it takes lots of time to set up a semi-self-sufficient homestead. Most people will never do that anyway. Too tied to city living, commuting to jobs if they still have one and owing the banker or wanting conveniences. Believe me, I understand. Been there, done that, got the memories to prove it. Personally, I don't think it's worth it and often think of how much further along we'd be if we'd both made different choices. But, that was then; this is now.

Guess what I'm really trying to impress on you is this: Do something everyday that prepares you for what's coming - i.e. the final death throws of life as we've known it. Start living now as though your choices were more limited. So what if you can still "afford" dinner out, a movie and maybe a few beers at the local hangout on the way home? What good is that if you'd be standing in line at the grocery or gas station if disaster is forecast or has already struck? There are other kinds of entertainment that do not require buying anything!

Life is a matter of choices. The ones you make today influence those you're able to make tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day...

For example; My father, bless his heart, gives us $300. He claims it's his entertainment money every month!!!! Frankly, I wouldn't doubt it. His says it'll cover the extra gas we consume driving him around. It has but believe me - I can squeeze 25 cents out of a nickel. So I rearrange appointments and combine trips to consume less than $300. Every cent of the remainder goes for preps.

My father's also used to eating out. It's a social activity for an elderly man who can do little physical work, doesn't want to cook anymore and has seen most of his peers die. I make sure either someone pays for our meal or Sweetie and I order the least expensive item and share portions, i.e. one order of fries instead of two.

The problem with many people who complain about not being able to prep is they still want to maintain the status quo. Somewhere in the recesses of their gray matter, they cling to the idea that satellite TV and weekend "relaxation" and yearly vacations and other activities are "normal." Forgoing TV, barbecueing at home and discovering their own neighborhood is associated with deprivation and sacrifice - something most Americans still don't fathom - especially if they see their neighbors still "consuming."

Tell people how we really live and they roll their eyes. Hanging clothes outside is something they "don't have time for." Really? In the time they sat there looking at me like I was nuts I've hung a load of clothes on the line.

Explain "when it's yellow, let it mellow; when it's brown, flush it down" and they're afraid to use your toilet. And we do this NOT being hooked up to a public sewer system.

Recite last week's supper menu: red beans and rice, soup and sandwiches, tuna casserole, country ribs, chicken and two imaginative meals made of leftovers and they wonder how you still breathe! What's wrong with leftover pork mixed into the leftover beans and rice? Leftover chicken, peas and carrots and a handful of flat noodles and some seasonings were made into soup to accompany peanut butter sandwiches. Side dishes were a little tuna casserole, a dab of green bean casserole (from the baked chicken meal) and a fruit tray made from one orange, one apple and two bananas. The left over mashed potatoes were mixed with red pepper flakes and an egg, shaped into patties and fried in butter. I served those for breakfast with fried eggs for the guys.

Yesterday I made a 13x9-inch pan of lasagna. It was supper last night, will be again and three portions are froze for another meal. We're having left over soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. When the soup seemed a little thin I added the last of the beans and rice to it! Tomorrow we're invited out for supper.

I once had a mother-in-law who made "seven day soup" once every other week! All week she saved her leftovers by freezing most of them. On day eight she mixed everything in a soup kettle, added some seasonings and that was supper for the week! Obviously, she grew up in the Great Depression. Her basement was a warehouse of canned and dried foods; her garden was mammoth and her home was furnished 1950's era. She and her husband had NEVER had debt. Never. She owned six house dresses, three pairs of women's slacks, three blouses, two sweaters and two pairs of shoes. They had used the same dishes and silverware since their marriage in 1928. Everything was used, reused and worn out before being disposed of. No wonder they were able to be debt free. And no wonder, that at her death, having outlived her husband by 17 years, she bequeathed over $1M to her children and grand kids. Today, one grandkid's in prison, one's on welfare and one's had her home forclosed on while she makes $12/hr. and her hubby makes $20/hr. Their father, my ex, lives on a GM retirement but has payments on everything: home, cars, ATV's, tractor, motorcycle, boats. Hmmmm........wonder why they're all broke?

We could sure take a lesson from people who lived through the Great Depression!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Further Musings

In no particular order, my gray matter pondered these subjects today. Maybe others but I can't remember.

My 81-year-old father's either bored or intent on slimming me down. We went for three walks today. Three! He's also requested that I keep a walking record on the calendar. My thighs are aching so something was accomplished! I told him he should sleep well tonight. He said, "If you don't, get the flashlight and go for a walk!" Sheesh!

Ever notice that Fox News anchors often refer to the President as Mr. Obama? Guess I'm old school. I thought the President - no matter what ass he is - is always referred to as President... But then, I've called him any number of names, so I guess a more relaxed or precise use of describing the President is a reflection of today's society.

The President's created the Fiscal Responsibility and Reform Commission to recommend ways to fix the national debt. Basically he wants to quiet detractors and find a scapegoat if any recommendations are enacted and don't work. It's a limp idea from a President who promised no tax increases on those earning under $250,000/year. Anyone with a pea brain realizes you can't pare down our colossal deficit/debt without real cuts in spending and increased taxes. The day the big politician in the White House listens to any humanoid with a functioning brain is the day all politicians submit to a lobotomy.

Some guy piloted a plane into an Austin, Texas office building. The news said he'd set his house on fire earlier in the day and was pissed at the IRS. Surprise, surprise. A woman professor in Alabama shot her fellow co-workers. Every week it's another violent reaction to someone who feels marginalized, ignored, pissed off, supremely religious or mentally ill. Add to this the newscasters who "analyze" and recycle soundbites until we're ready to smash the TV! We have a multitude of electronic media, "reality" TV shows and other forms of instant gratification to anesthetize us. Insanity in business, government, education, medicine and entertainment is the norm but it's labeled and packaged to appear otherwise. Shock and awe have to be constantly stretched in order to continue the status quo. How else would they make MORE money? Disagree if you like; I won't shoot you in the head for your different perspective.

I'm revising my will. Have decided if people want to treat me like shit, Fine. In their delusional state they think that no matter what my stuff is their's once I check out. I have a different idea.

I've been watching the Dog Whisperer. Cesar Millan does magnificent things with dogs - and people. He says he rehabilitates dogs and retrains people. If even a small percentage of people would retrain themselves - to do for themselves, to examine and question and discover, imagine what a different world this would be. Maybe that's a pipe dream but I'm not 100% pessimistic. Really, I'm not. If enough couch potatoes watch the Dog Whisperer maybe there's hope!

Time to put the clean dishes away. At the dinner table tonight I said it was time to load my imaginary dishwasher. My Dad asked what model it was. I said, "It's a model Suzann." Neither he nor Sweetie got the hint. Maybe I'll use paper plates for a week, or better yet, give us all serving spoons and eat out of the pan(s) placed in the middle of the table. Hmmmm...

The Wally World Whiff

Quoting in part from Karl Denninger:

"Hmmmm.... Sales by U.S. stores open at least a year fell 1.6 percent in the three months ended Jan. 31, the Bentonville, Arkansas- based company said today in a statement. Wal-Mart had projected sales to decline no more than 1 percent. The retailer reduced prices on laptop computers, along with turkeys and cranberry sauce for holiday meals, as job losses crimped demand.

"Price deflation is hurting sales" was one of the comments they made. Price deflation eh? I can confirm this is everywhere. Places that I don't expect to run sales at all are. Big. 2-for-1 (what is called "bogo" in the business, or "buy one get one"), 70% discounts and other similar schemes. The local Publix food retailer has, over the last couple of months, stepped up big with the discounting in what is pretty clearly an attempt to keep people in the stores."

Locally, I can confirm this is the case. Shoppped at three grocery's and one discount $ store within the last few days. Stocked up again because extra funds were available and bargains lined the aisles!

As usual, I advised a couple family members do likewise. Alas, my oldest son is "stocked up with Schwan's," my youngest son has just moved and "has no room for groceries right now," and my youngest sister just got a new job so she "won't be needing the food pantries anymore because I have a job and I can shop every week."

So much for my influence on any of them. One way or another they're all fine in la, la land and I'm the crazy kook living in no man's land.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

American Prepper Network

If you haven't poked around on the American Prepper Network, given them a look. They're running some contests now, which makes it all the more worthwhile. Click the emblem below to find out more.

The Hermit's Cabin

If you follow this link you will find two photos of Bill Mattila's cabin atop Brockway Mountain near Copper Harbor, MI.

http://www.pasty.com/discuss/messages/313/893.html

This post is nine years old now and the message board no longer operates. Also, I heard a few years ago that Bill's cabin had been torn down. The trail to the cabin is posted so I have not been there myself since 1990, I believe.

Enjoy, Treesong

Monday, February 15, 2010

Why We Chose the Upper Peninsula

A comment from my previous post asked why/how we chose living in the Upper Peninsula.

First off, we'd both lived here before, so we were familiar with the overall area. Sweetie once owned a farm near Sault Ste. Marie - the area I call flatland - and yearned to return. I'd owned four homes - all in Houghton County - and most of my immediate family lives here.

This tie made the decision easier, though we investigated all areas of the U.P. except the flatland. After a few trips, we discarded anything along US2 from Manistique to Ironwood. When Sweetie was an OTR trucker he'd ventured as far as Baraga County to our south and that ended up being our second choice. We reasoned that it was close enough to family while still offering plenty of seclusion.

Ultimately, the Man Above and Karma influenced our decision. With any piece of property we'd looked at, there was always something holding us back - even after we'd saved the down payment. Either the location lacked something, the price couldn't be negotiated, or another offer was accepted. Since buying here, we've driven buy places we once were attracted to and every time we look at one another and say: "Our place is better."

If you look at a map of the U.P. you'll notice what I call the bunny's ear jutting out into Lake Superior. Any land beyond the Portage Canal has always been my favorite. Guess it has something to do with my childhood history. My Dad was career Coast Guard and we were stationed on islands or coastal lighthouses around the Great Lakes. My mother spent many an afternoon driving back roads, exploring old mining ruins, deserted farms, beaches and two-track roads. She'd pack a lunch and load us kids in the station wagon or Surburban and off we'd go. Between living off the beaten path at lighthouses and exploring the north woods as a kid, I developed an appreciation for solitude and seclusion.

If I ever won the lottery, I'd buy the largest track of land, the furthest from anyone within the U.P. that I could find. I'm aging now and accumulating ailments besides the MS and Fibromyalgia, so my dream is probably not wise, but I hold fast to it nonetheless.

I was fortunate to meet the Hermit of Brockway Mountain years ago. You can Google him and read about his solitary existence in a one-room shack with wildlife for companionship. He's venture into Copper Harbor for supplies and learned to survive with his wits and determination.

His life wasn't easy or ideal by any stretch but people were in awe of him. He made his own path and to hell with the rest of the world. Doesn't that sound appealing, given the way this country's deteriorated?

Finally, never look at real estate once and make an offer! I'm eternally grateful we didn't buy certain places. Make repeated visits and consider locations you DON'T think you'd be interested in. We found our home because I suggested we "just go for a ride" after an exhausting day of looking at properties. Two years previously, we'd driven within three miles of here and turned around. We'd also seen this listing online and said I'd always said: "It's too far out and we can't afford it anyway!"

Even after purchasing there will be things you'd like to change - like us wishing we had different neighbors. Fortunately, we're stubborn enough to make our stand here and a GOOD FENCE will communicate more than any words.

Whether it's a city block, a country road or a township, it takes time to acclimate oneself to the area and it helps to keep that in mind.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Ever Consider Moving to Michigan?

How about the Upper Peninsula of Michigan?

NO?

Well, give it some thought. We've got lots of water, woods, foreclosed homes, vacant storefronts and people getting by on part time jobs, multiple jobs and gardening, hunting and fishing.


And, if you're willing to forgo freeways and 24/7 shopping, this is the place to be. Better still, if you prefer gravel roads, dead end or two track access and homes that haven't been remodeled since the 1950's you'll have your pick. Seriously.

The way I look at it, sooner or later we'll all need to lower our standards. If you believe in peak oil, and you can't afford thousands and thousands for solar and wind, then a woodlot looks mighty attractive. If you're among the millions of people who are either unemployed or underemployed do you really think our "economy" - which relies on paper pushing instead of manufacturing based here - will recover? Do you really expect all those lost jobs will return? Sure, someday "new jobs" will be developed. So? Someday could be 20 years from now.

If you've lost interest in McMansions and malls and living in "the right neighborhood," maybe a simple framed home with a few acres, outbuildings and an old orchard would suit you.

In the late 60's and 70's lots of "back to the landers" flooded into the Upper Peninsula. Many still remain. They've carved out lives on old farms, cabins deep in the woods, and small homes near town. Through perseverance they've created good, satisfying lives. Visions had to be altered, changes adapted to and sacrifices made. Their contributions include enhancing the arts, establishing co-ops, preserving coastlines and woodlands, community building and charity - to name a few.

And yes, we have snow. This winter may enter the record books as the least snowfall in years.

But, the weather could be worse. We don't experience hurricanes or tornadoes. Flooding is minimal. Air conditioning isn't an absolute necessity.

There are plenty of negatives too. But you'll find them everywhere. And sometimes there's opportunity where others think there's none.

Besides, we'd like some self-sufficient, prepper/gardening neighbors to band together with!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Red Beans & Rice


Yesterday, I started soaking 1-1/2# of pinto beans. Changed the water three times before draining it and placing the beans in a pot. To this I added water, turned the burner on medium and simmered the pintos for two hours. The smell of cooked pintos intoxicates me. I could eat them plain but I'd promised the guys I'd make MY VERSION of Red Beans & Rice.

I don't measure ingredients or follow recipes so cooking is an adventure - usually a delicious one! There are probably as many versions of Red Beans & Rice as there are cooks but the once constant in my version is pintos. Here's a rough approximation of mine:

1-1/2# dried pinto beans, soaked for 24 hours. Chang the water three times while soaking. Drain pintos and place them in a huge pot, add water until it rises one inch above the beans. Let simmer for two hours, checking often and adding more water as needed. In a separate pan, saute one large chopped onion, one finely sliced large garlic bulb, and about a cup of diced, raw salt pork. I add about a cup of the pinto liquid to the saute pan about three minutes into sauteing the onion, garlic and salt pork. Place a cover on the saute pan, let this simmer a few minutes and turn it off. In another pan cook 3-4 cups of Jasmine rice according to package directions. Then add rice and onion/garlic mixture to the pintos and mix well. I season the beans with one tablespoon of red pepper flakes and 1-1/2 teaspoons of cumin.

I prefer my Red Beans & Rice "dry", meaning I drain most of the pinto liquid from the pan before adding the rice and garlic/onion mixture. The pinto liquid is reserved and heated at serving time in case anyone wants their beans "wetter."

At other times I have used black beans, Jacob's cattle beans and kidney beans. Sometimes I'll add leftover diced pork chop or cooked, sliced pieces of brats. But the original version listed above is my favorite. I've used regular long grain white rice but, Jasmine is my favorite and usually reserved for this dish.

The versatility of beans and rice allows for plenty of experimentation. So don't be afraid to create your own recipes.

We were all invited to dinner last night courtesy of my oldest son. After his whitefish dinner he looked at me and said: "You know, I used to think it was kinda boring growing up on beans and rice but lately I'm craving them."

I smiled and said we were having Red Beans & Rice today. He asked me to save him some. Made me feel kinda good.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Dear Hermit Jim

This is a public pronouncement concerning Hermit Jim.

I LOVE YOU!

You are my kinda man. If my Dear Sweetie passes on before me, look out! I'm coming to see you - and...ah hem, well, the rest we'll leave to our imaginations.

You are thoughtful, humorous, kind, cantankerous, resourceful and just plain cute. I've never seen you but, I have a vivd imagination and looks don't matter anyway!

Your Farmer's Almanac's post about finding true love inspired this public pronouncement. Now, the rest of you gals stand in line. Behind me!

Other Blogs

Lately I've made a point of reading other blogs not listed in my blogroll or desktop. First, it's time consuming! One minutes it's 8:30 a.m. and the next, after a couple potty breaks and coffee refills, it's 12:14 p.m. and I haven't accomplished a thing. Except widened my horizons!

Not every blog I've read holds my attention and some bloggers have viewpoints I disagree with. But isn't that to be expected? We're not homgenized, cookie cutter creatures afterall. Along the way I always learn something and, for me, that's the main point.

I'm not so narrow minded and self-anointed of my own lofty opinions that I fear or discard other perspectives.

When I let my fingers wander through various blogs and their links, I read more than one entry. If I'm not willing to do that, I've shortchanged myself.

Blogs provide me with virtual human contact. I get to know people's dreams and aspirations; their perspectives, fears, frustrations and disappointments. I discover their talents and often try their recipes or am inspired to begin a new project.

For those of us who live in seclusion - whether by choice or circumstance - reading the blogs provides us with information, companionship, entertainment and diversion. I list diversion because sometimes peeking into another person's life refreshes me; sometimes it informs me; and sometimes it reminds me of how fortunate I am.

Blogging gives countless people an opportunity to be heard - despite our government's best efforts! People connect with others of similar lifestyles and/or perspectives. We share information, triumphs and tragedies. Blogging provides a sounding board when there's no one around or no one who cares to listen to us.

So today I applaud each and every blogger - whether I've read you or not!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Our Wood-burning Stoves

The picture to the left of our Sears Prosperity Kitchen Range elicited a few comments and why not? It's in perfect condition and I'm determined to hook it up this year - either in a small addition to our kitchen (where the current deck sits now) or by converting our storage shed to a "summer kitchen." I'd rather have the addition to the house because the stove could be utilized year round. On the other hand, if it was in the summer kitchen I could do all my canning there. But, it wouldn't be accessible in the winter! Besides, I'd like to make the shed into a potting shed, then move it next to the garden and attach a small greenhouse to it.

Several times before we moved here and twice since, I tried to sell the stove and had no takers. That's a sign that it belongs here. Now, to get Sweetie inspired to install it someplace! When I suggested we just "hire someone" to do the work, he acted like I'd given him the kiss of death. But, as his health declines and he's able to do less, I think it's the best solution.
Llast fall I fired up the kitchen range twice while it sat on the utility trailer. Looked a little strange but what the heck? It was fun and the dinners were great!

Our primary heat is provided by a Timberlane woodstove. It's heats a bit differently than our previous stove but we've made the adjustment. Just had to learn it's more tempermental with regard to the draft. This stove was absolutely free.

The Sears Prosperity was $400 and worth every penny - even if we haven't used it much yet. Well, time for dinner. Take care, Treesong

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Just Sayin'

"Behind the deceptive words designed to entice people into supporting violence- words like democracy, freedom, self-defense, national security- there is the reality of enormous wealth in the hands of a few, while billions of people in the world are hungry, sick, homeless."

- Howard Zinn

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Prepping On My Mind

Yesterday we rearranged kitchen cupboards, which led to reorganizing them, which led to re-examining our preps, which led to my mind thinking of why we prep.

A recent visitor (the father of one of my grandkids) asked, "Why do you have so much stuff?" As usual, I said, "We like to be prepared for just about anything. We don't like being dependent on the 'system', nor should you."

He scoffed at my response and said, "I live right next door to a grocery store. I can always get what I need." Really, I asked? "Then what about the time you were out of work and broke? What about the time it was closed due to the blizzard? What about..."

Those were just nuisances, he said. Not something that happens often.

I wanted to scream a few choice words and explain a bit further but it's pointless talking to some people. He needs a few more "nuisances."

Today, while making my February shopping list, I thought of the prepping/preparedness scenarios most likely to affect us.

The weather: thus far, our winter's been unseasonably warm and we've plowed snow about six times. But what if we had 300 inches of snowfall, numerous blizzards and the roads were blocked more often than plowed?

Our income: Fortunately, Social Security continues to deposit to our bank account and we immediately pull it out. But what if the SS check didn't show up for one month, three months? What if our bank account was frozen?

Our vehicles: Our Blazer, Ford pickup and Crown Victoria all run reliably. The two fords are licensed and insured and we both have driver's licenses, so we legally drive. The roads are maintained well enough to drive 10-20 miles to a grocery store. But what if our vehicles weren't road worthy or a road has washed out? What if we were unable to drive due to an illness or injury?

Price increases/availability: Thus far we can afford to purchase food and it's still on the grocery shelves. We supplement with nearly 100 quarts from our garden - in a lean year. We plan to increase the size and yield of our garden. But what if hyper-inflation takes hold and we can't afford to buy food? And what if the garden doesn't produce well?

The answer to all of the above questions is: WE'D STILL EAT!!!!

We'd also be able to heat and cook without electric or propane. We'd have running water from our 17' well. We'd wash clothes in the Maytag or with the portable washer I've mentioned before. We'd read, play cards, build puzzles and sew/quilt. We'd watch TV, listen to the radio or CDs or be online too - if we chose to run a generator. And we'd have the fuel for the generator!

Without a massive EMP, the plague or a nuclear event, life as we know it would continue. How many people can say that?

We live in a lightly populated area which is basically the end of the road. You don't pass by here to reach another city or look for work. The nearest freeway is nearly six hours away! Maybe you'd come here to paddle across Lake Superior but there are shorter routes. So we're unlikely to deal with roaming masses of people who may plunder and kill. Any thing's a possibility. But, is it likely here? I doubt it.

Given our resources, location and level of preparedness, we're in better shape than most people. So, why not continue down that path?

Friday, February 5, 2010

If I Had It To Do Over Again...

Sweetie was the chauffeur today for our lunch outing with Dad and his lady friend. After a delicious meal and lots of laughs she suddenly grew wistful and said, "Ah, if I had it to do over again..."

Her comments so inspired us that we followed suit. The rule was to not use any statement already said.

Sweetie: "If I had it to do over again, I never would have started smoking."

Dad: "If I had it to do over again, I would have told more people, more often, how much I loved them."

Dad's Friend: "If I had it to do over again, I would have worried less and laughed more."

Me: "If I had it to do over again, I would have spent less on junk and prepped more."

Round two:

Sweetie: "If I had it to do over again, I would have reported more income so I'd have more Social Security now."

Dad: "If I had it to do over again, I would've listened more to my mother's advice."

Dad's Friend: "If I had it to do over again, I would've cared less about appearances and more about playtime."

Me: "If I had it to do over again, I would seek better counsel."

Round Three:

Sweetie: "If I had it to do over again, I would have stayed out of the bars."

Dad: "This is getting difficult. I would've done the same thing."

Dad's Friend: "You guys are cheating. But, I'll add this: I would've dumped more alcohol down the drain."

Me: "This is getting gloomy! You'd think alcohol's to blame for all your problems."

They all looked at me and said, "To a large extent it was." Thankfully, they stopped drinking long ago and dessert arrived!

Later, my Dad said he'd once spend most of a day thinking about "If I had..." and it changed his life. He stopped being angry, stopped drinking, stopped getting even, stopped procrastinating and started focusing on what truly mattered.

Today, the man who was booted out of the Navy; saw plenty of time in the brig during his first Coast Guard tour; spent years in the bars to avoid problems at home; and wrecked four vehicles and six utility poles while driving drunk, has redeemed himself. Everywhere he goes he's either recognized or soon makes a new friend.

Sweetie's history is similar though he claims he shouldn't be alive and the reason he's not in prison is due to "a paperwork error."

Dad's friend was known as a drunk who mixed beer in the pancake batter, the gravy, the soup and "anything else" while caring for six children and a crippled husband. Today her husband's long gone, her children and grandkids and great grandkids adore her. She's an active, vibrant, humorous woman who's always ready to lend a hand or a shoulder. Many, many years of her life were sheer hell but you'd never know it today.

And then there's me. How quickly life has flown by. One day I'm a size 10 thirty-year-old who's "smart, successful and well off" with the wardrobe, job, cars, home and condo to prove it. The next thing I know I'm ill, overweight, homeless, broke and alone. Thank God for mercy, grace, forgiveness and another sunrise!

Today, let "If I had to do it over again..." be your guide to forgiving yourself and others, creative solutions, unimaginably possibilities and clarity.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Email: How to Fix the Economy

Maybe some of you've seen this. Sure makes more sense than the same old "solutions."


This is from an article in the St. Petersburg , FL Times Newspaper on Sunday. The Business Section asked readers for ideas on "How Would You Fix the Economy?"

Dear Mr. President:

Please find below my suggestion for fixing America 's economy.

Instead of giving billions of dollars to companies that will squander the money on lavish parties and unearned bonuses, use the following plan.

You can call it the Patriotic Retirement Plan:

There are about 40 million people over 50 in the work force.

Pay them $1 million apiece severance for early retirement with the following stipulations:

1) They MUST retire. Forty million job openings - Unemployment fixed.

2) They MUST buy a new American made CAR or TRUCK. Forty million cars & trucks ordered – American Auto Industry fixed. Chevy, Ford and Chrysler turn a profit

3) They MUST either buy a house or pay off their mortgage - Housing Crisis fixed-no more foreclosed homes.

It can't get any easier than that!

If more money is needed, have all members of Congress pay their taxes...

If you think this would work, please forward to everyone you know.

If not, please disregard. Then shoot yourself!!!! 1 job opening

Monday, February 1, 2010

We Smiled a Lot

We're exhausted from yesterday's birthday party and the emotional tension of the past week. But, we smiled through it all which made someone rather frustrated. Oh well.

Later, driving home, I thought of what my sister-in-law's shrink advised when she's either upset or contemplating doing something stupid: Ask yourself "what purpose does this serve?" I've been repeating the mantra when I find my mind wandering, wondering, dissecting and overly thinking. "What purpose does this serve?"

Believe me, that question stops you cold whether you're the one obsessing or the one listening to the drama.

In other news: we're adapting to my Dad's routine - which he's determined to keep - because he claims if he stops, he'll "lay down, then stay down!"

I say good for him but we'd better get ourselves in shape to keep up with him.

Every Monday he'd visit an aunt at the local long term care facility; pick up his Meals on Wheels; visit another friend who'd recently had a stroke; then build puzzles and walk the dogs at my youngest sister's until 4 p.m. On Tuesday he'd have lunch with one of several friends; do his shopping and bill paying; then drive out here for his overnight stay. At 4 p.m. Wednesday he'd drive home, take a nap, have his supper and "be bored" the remainder of the night. Thursday through Saturday he followed similar schedules. On Sunday he had pancake breakfast at a neighbor's followed by a few cribbage games, an afternoon nap, then supper at my other sister's.

We've maintained his entire schedule except for Sunday. Either it's the secret to his longevity or he's trying to revitalize our lives.

Today we finished his schedule in record time so Sweetie said, "Guess it's time to head home." Dad replied, "What? We're not stopping someplace for lunch?"

We did. The food was great. I know he didn't pay the bill. I don't think Sweetie paid the bill. And I can't recall if I paid the bill. On the drive home I fell asleep in the back seat. The guys are napping now. The words on this screen are blurring. The sofa looks mighty comfy.

Time to curl up. Treesong

Saturday, January 30, 2010

What' the Point?

Since my last post our family relationships have become viral. As when my mother was ill, old wounds and skewed perceptions have festered, then spread despite various precautions and interventions.

Have you ever felt someone was angry and not known why? Have you asked and been told, "I'm not angry, you are."? Has that person's behavior spread the infection so far that you all quarantine yourselves?

And then, along comes a child's fifth birthday party! Instead of feeling joy we're dreading it. Instead of a celebration we fear a standoff with some family either not attending or texting to see when others have left.

I'd like to wake up tomorrow and realize my fever's broken and I'd been hallucinating!

Thankfully, today we're invited to my oldest son's for lunch. It's a welcome diversion from the "sick room" feeling we've experienced. By Sunday afternoon maybe we'll feel well enough to weather any attacks on our immune system!

I can tell you this much: If families can't get along now, what the hell will they do when it REALLY matters?

Monday, January 25, 2010

Things Are NOT Recovering

Other than shopping monthly, reading the blogs or watching TV, I wouldn't realize just how crappy the economy is. Truly, I wouldn't because I don't interact in it or rely on it like the mainstream.

I'm not a nine to fiver; I don't dress for success, chase the almighty dollar or watch the clock. I don't have massive debt, creditors calling or late notices in my mailbox. In that regard, I'm really, really fortunate.

But today, via email and phone calls I got a peek at how horrible it's become locally. My son, who bought three foreclosures to rehab into rentals, called with this news: one house had been vandalized of work tools and lumber; another house had squatters hiding out in the attic!; and, as he came in the front door of his home, someone carryied his 32" flat screen TV out the back door. It was the ONE time he hadn't left his pit bull and Golden Retriever home. And believe me, they don't let anyone in the door! What a Monday!

Then my youngest sister called. She'd been out walking her dogs and found a young girl (maybe 8-10) picking through a garbage can! She wasn't in school and said her family had no heat. I've never heard of such a thing in this area. Never. Not picking through a garbage can. Most malnourished kids go to school because they qualify for the school breakfast and lunch.

Then I emailed a friend who'd been laid off from her counseling job. The agency had lost its funding and closed with a two week notice. My friend will be fine. Everything she has is paid for. She has savings, grows a garden and cuts her own firewood. So I asked, "Out of curiosity, how much do you think the economy affected your practice?" She said: "One Hundred Percent."

Without violating confidentiality, she said every single client's concerns/problems could be traced back to the economic downturn, though she had a different term for it: the "Shit can system."

I'm sure her terminology is due to the frustration she and her colleagues felt after losing their office and its affect on their clients. Imagine, day after day, hearing the horror stories of people whose lives have skidded to the bottom rung. Drug, alcohol and physical abuse. People losing their home, cars, jobs, savings, health insurance, status, security (or at least the perception of it), marriages and relationships. Children acting out, being teased and getting depressed.

Regardless of race, religion, or age, people everywhere are being affected by the downward spiral of "the economy." Sometimes its not as noticeable. Sometimes people aren't looking - too busy being entertained and pacified - but what happens at the top (think Washington, DC., the Fed and Wall Street)trickles down. Always has and probably always will.

It's the middle guy and the little guy and those who are nearly invisible who are most affected. It makes me mad as Hell to see this deterioration. And it makes me more determined than ever to push back, to practice local charity and prep like Hell.

With regard to charity, I don't "donate" to any organized, tax exempt group. I don't trust it and feel I have an immediate affect working one on one. My sister discovered who the young girl's family was. Tonight I packed some food to deliver there tomorrow. I also called a friend who operates a free store. She has access to heating funds, clothing and will lend a hand.

My youngest son has a girlfriend who's struggling. She works 30 hours a week for $7.60 an hour. She has a five year old daughter and lives in a trashy mobile home she rents for $100 a month. I've never been there but my son says,
Think Appalachia." My son keeps her van running and I give her one box of food a month enough to feed them for a week. This gal gardens and cans and goes deer hunting so she's tough but still she needs a little help.

These are my charitable contributions. If anymore were expected of me, well that's another post.

We're monitoring the weather reports because snow and single digit temps are on the way. We have three out of town medical appointments this week. Not looking forward to the road conditions! Have a great week everyone.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Some Progress




This is a Charles Wysocki puzzle Dad and I just completed. The scene reminds me of what we should all be striving for: self-sufficiency. This place has everything but a lake or spring but, who knows, maybe they're hidden from view! What more could we desire? A fruit tree, garden, farm animals, outhouse, well, sturdy home, woods to supply the fireplace and plenty of fresh air!

Dad opted out of our excursion yesterday so we ran errands. Our first stop was the lumber yard for twenty 2x6 treated planks to expand the deck area at the front door. We recently added a used storm door courtesy of one of my son's foreclosures. Prior to this project, which Sweetie completed in two and a half hours - we had three steps to the front door with no landing before entering the shed. With no room to manuever this made access difficult and dangerous.

Come spring we'll connect the "new" decking to the existing deck and eliminate one set of steps. In the meantime we built a 4x8 foot platform, snugged it against the house and reattached the steps and handrailing.

At the Habitat ReStore we picked up new bread and pizza pans for 50 cents each and 4#s of 16 penny nails for 50 cent a pound.

We were gone three hours and checked in on Dad once. We also stopped at my oldest son's where I delivered the message intended for my family members on Tuesday: "Grandpa's wondering if you've all forgotten him. He asked me to check if his phone was working because he seldom gets a call." That got his attention.

As we were leaving he asked what we were having for supper. I told him roast and he pulled one out of his fridge. Seems we were on the same wavelength in that regard.

"If you'll prepare it, I'll get Bryan to pick me up," he said. How could I refuse? We had a great gabbing around the table as we devoured two beef roasts, sweet corn, french bread, Yukon Gold potatoes, broccoli and peach and blueberry pies.

Telling my son about Dad's "wondering" guaranteed the message would travel thoughout the family with maximum impact. The family listens to him because they know we're close and he's able to best "explain" me!

Tonight my youngest sister is coming for a visit. Tomorrow Dad's invited to feed scraps of wood into the stove at my youngest son's while he finishs drywalling. When completed, this rehab will be off grid and he'll stop paying rent.

So onward we go. Hope you all have a great weekend, Treesong

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Returning to Normal?

A little at least. I usually take a walk every morning. I'd slacked off for a month and began again just prior to Dad moving in two weeks ago. Since then I've been out trekking four times. This morning I resolved to head out no matter the weather, my frame of mind or anything short of an ambulance being in the drive.

It was a little slippery but I had my cell phone in case I took a spill and couldn't get up. Wouldn't that bite?

The forecast for Lake Linden calls for a high of 25 but it's already 32 here at our paradise. Gotta love that lake effect warmth and half the snowfall!

Another real estate sign has popped up in the neighborhood. Seventeen acres that sold last year is up for sale at twice the price. Just over 500 feet of inland lake shore - but the DEQ won't permit building within any reasonable distance of the shoreline due to some wetland areas. Will be interesting to see if anyone bites.

Yesterday we watched the political race in Massachusetts. The Democrats had better pay attention. The Republican winner has an opportunity to take his message - and the underlying ramifications of it - and create a new momentum that puts all politicians on notice. The people are sick and tired of not being represented. There was much made of the Dems arrogance, their poor listening skills and the runaway spending. Today, what little news we listened to, talked of various "spins" regarding the Massachusetts race.

To put it bluntly, the time is ripening for a revolt by the people. And our so called representatives had better change course. Last night one news commentator essentially said the people are ready for a revolution. I seldom listen to the news so it was surprising to hear this.

Well enough of my limited political observation. I hate politics! Good thing I live in the boonies. If I were in Washington I'd likely be arrested.

We're working on a puzzle again today - cheap entertainment. When it's finished I'm going to post a picture of it. You'll see why - soon, I promise.

Monday, January 18, 2010

People & Their Perceptions!

Well, life is always interesting, especially when it comes to people!

As usual, family opinions and perceptions are in overdrive now that Dad has decided to stay here for the winter.

From their perceptions, we live in the hinterlands at the End of the World; we're weird, "don't do anything," and are only interested in his money. What a few of them forget is it's HIS money and he's already doled out nearly every cent he had saved to ALL of us, them included.

And then there's old wounds, old prejudices and old judgements and a few of them cling so much to them that they can't operate in the present - for Dad's benefit. Oh well, they're the losers as far as we're concerned.

In two weeks he's had two phone calls and one visit - despite me reaching out in order to keep Dad "in the loop." Today I was nearly brought to tears and then got pissed. My Dad asked me to call his cell phone to see if it was still working!!!

Tomorrow, we take him to his house to pick up a few things, drop him off at my youngest sister's (if she remembers), then take him to his doctor appointment. You can bet I'll ask her and any other family member I see if they've forgot about him.

It's a sad day when family can't get beyond their judgements and absurd fantasies about "What they're doing to Dad" and just spend time with him.

Two nights ago my sister-in-law emailed her husband and told her about Dad. She also sent him my email to her concerning him. In it I was upbeat and informative and attached a picture of Dad. The A-- wrote back to her and said, "Well, isn't she cute!" This was followed by a barrage of criticisms and accusations, some from when our childhood!

No wonder he trains snipers! Goes straight for the juggler and ignores the the elderly, ill man.

Sorry for the rant but I can't and won't sit here and bitch to my Dad about the jerks. Maybe tomorrow I'll be back on track regarding prepping and homesteading, etc.

Friday, January 15, 2010

A Hole In Our Preps!!!

Sooner or later we had to discover it. Thankfully, it was something small - a supply of night light bulbs!

And being the bragger that I am (concerning how prepared we are) Dad had to add his two cents. "You're kind of low on ink pens." And we are.

And now, after a whirlwind week of doctor appointments, grocery shopping and various other excursions to Consumer Land, we have no appointments until January 19th.

"Well, can we stand nearly five full days at home?" I asked no one in particular.

"The question should be can the three of us stand one another for five full days at home," said you know who.

"Oh, the cats will keep our attention on them instead of one another," said Sweetie.

And so it is.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Since January 10th

Dad had his return appointment with the "bone doctor" on the 12th. He no longer wears his sling and received a cortisone shot, instructions for arm exercises and an admonishment: no shoveling, no lifting. The doctor refuses any surgery and employed a lot of humor to communicate to Dad that staying with us was a wise choice.

Today was his regular VA Clinic appointment for a B12 shot and blood draw. On the way to town he said, "Well, I think maybe I better stay with you guys for the winter." Sweetest words I've never heard in a long time. No more concerns about him climbing nine steps to his front door, falling, or being lonely.

My brother, who's in Jordan, was told about Dad's fall, etc. and said he'd call Dad. That was three days ago. No call yet but that's par for the course. My sisters and children are a bit stunned that he's decided to stay here because "he's always on the go." I said everyone eventually slows down and Dad left home every day to have company. Duh!!!

Yesterday I said I hoped he wasn't bored to death here but he said he was bored at home "with no one there." So as far as we're concerned that's settled.

This family doesn't communicate with one another so I've called everyone - including my ex - and told them, "This is his home too. You can visit him anytime; you can pick him up anytime/anywhere; you can call him on our line or his cell but he's made his choice!"

Believe me, it will be an adjustment for all of us!!!

On a lighter note, even our cats are making the adjustment. Kitty Kitty's taken on the role of "this is my house" while Dad's cat, Oreo, who's never gotten along with other cats, has tried repeatedly to befriend our cat. Quite the role reversal we were expecting. Even at his house Oreo would never accept other visitors, let alone cats!

We placed Oreo's litter box and food dish in a location out of sight of Kitty Kitty but Oreo has decided to use our cat's possessions. For two days, Kitty Kitty sat on an ottoman glaring at Oreo whenever she did this. Today, she placed herself between the two locations and growls whenever Oreo approaches. Not to be swayed, Oreo gradually approached Kitty Kitty and sat down nearby. She'll remain there for several minutes while our cat protests, then walks away, only to try again later. Maybe persistence will wear Kitty Kitty down. Time will tell!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Jessie Ventura, Hoarders and Other Thoughts

First, I didn't mean to give the impression that I'm complaining about my Dad being here. Far from it. He's always been nearly our only company so appreciate this time with him and his reports to my siblings that "he's being spoiled."

His stories are interesting and varied. Today he talked about a potato farmer in Posen, Michigan; his time on the icebreaker Mackinaw; his memories of living in Detroit during the Depression; and when he first asked a girl to dance!

Today, we did our monthly shopping and Dad was along for the experience. I spent $189.43 which included two 10# bags of chicken, three large packages of pork sirloin chops, two packages of brats and three packages of chicken gizzards. Everything else was dry goods, four 34.5oz. cans of Folgers for $6 each; some canned goods and fresh veggies. As usual, I noticed the price increases: butter up by 50 cents; potato chips up by 25 cents; hamburger was $2.79# and 2# of carrots were $1.76. The "on sale" meats were real shockers: beef roast $3.49 - $4.29# depending on the cut; there was a $1.22 per/pound difference on sirloin pork chops between Walmart and Econo Foods. So once again, we'll eat less meat and more soups and casseroles.

My oldest son was here visiting last night and someone mentioned Jesse Ventura's Conspiracy Theories. Surprisingly, my son said he watches the show and agrees that most of what's presented is "probably true." Of course I had to say, "How can you think those stories are true and not prep like we do?" Silence filled the room and it seemed that a light bulb went off. Tonight he was back out here to do some electrical work. On the drive back to his girlfriend's workplace he said he was awake last night thinking about what I'd said. I simply said, "Well, keep thinking."

We have another reason for appreciating this place - lake affect. It's always 10 degrees warmer here in the winter and 10 degrees colder in the summer and the annual snowfall is less. Sweetie has plowed the drive about six times this winter and three of those were "just to play" in two inches of new snow.

And then there's the TV show Hoarders. Any of you watch it? The few episodes I've seen are a reminder of my youngest sister - during most of her life. Medication and counseling has helped some. My mother was a hoarder but not a messy one. When she ran out of storage she just bought a warehouse, and then another and another. When those were full she bought old semi trailers and parked them in the field. She's been gone since 1997 and there is still stuff to clean up.

I can see a larger garden and maybe an chicken or cow in the near future. And come spring we'll begin to accumulate firewood! I'll feel better when we have three years worth stacked.

If the price increases continue - which they will - well, I just can't imagine the pain it's going to be for people. And if you're a prepper don't your appreciate all those items bought at lower prices?

Well, time to do the dishes. Take care, Treesong

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Having Another Person In the House...

We've learned that three adults take up space! We're developed certain habits that don't fit with an elderly, injured person in residence. I've been relaxing on the sofa but Dad has taken that spot and throughout the day we play musical chairs. Part of this may be that he's trying to get comfortable and part may be that he's used to sitting in one place at his house or my sister's.

Our supplies have served us well. We've utilized the raised toilet seat, urinal, bath bench, spare sweatpants, T-shirts, socks, flannel shirts, extra large bath towels, medical supplies, two bed quilts, two lap quilts and a pillow. In the kitchen I rearranged a cupboard so Dad could reach his favorite coffee cup and cereal bowl.

And, with one more person here we've notice how quickly the food is used. Not complaining, mind you, because most is restocked from our pantry. But if we had 1-4 more people here full time - WOW!

Overall, this experience has revealed our need to organize things differently. Easier access is the key to a smooth running household but we tend to pack things in boxes and stuff them out of sight. Fortunately, there was no emergency but searching for things raised my blood pressure!

Friday, January 8, 2010

Companies Destroy Unsold Items

Got this elsewhere on the web:
"This week the New York Times reported a disheartening story about two of the largest retail chains. You see, instead of taking unsold items to sample sales or donating them to people in need, H&M and Wal-Mart have been throwing them out in giant trash bags. And in the case that someone may stumble on these bags and try to keep or re-sell the items, these companies have gone ahead and slashed up garments, cut off the sleeves of coats, and sliced holes in shoes so they are unwearable."

If this isn't the most wasteful, stupidest thing I've heard TODAY. The corporate nitwits ought to be forced to wear these items.


I was reading the entire article to my Dad and he said during the Depression potatoes were thrown out but first dyed purple to discourage people from eating them!!!! In other words, if you're not going to buy a product - regardless of the reason - then we'll make sure it's completely unfit just in case you think you're going to get it for free.

Knowing me, if I had discovered bags of new items intentionally damaged I'd be remaking them into usuable - just to spite the bastards. Just curdles my blood.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Our Hospital Visit

WE abided by my father's desire to wait until today to go to the hospital for his injuries. Had I thought they were life threatening he would have been taken directly there after arriving at our house.

Anyway, Dad woke up three times this morning: 6:30 a.m., 8 a.m. and 9:45a.m. After eating his oatmeal and having his pedicure (which he sorely needed) we went to the hospital. Arrived and 11:30 a.m. and left at 4:15 p.m. He was seen by a very nice new doctor who immediately realized he was #1, forgetful; #2, in denial; and #3, in need of 24 hour supervision, at least short term. Long story short, he has a torn rotator cuff which cannot be repaired due to his age, his pacemaker and his overall health. He also has a severely sprained left foot, a fractured rib and several other bruises. The doc did say the bruises had "developed at different times due to different mishaps."

Dad came home with his right arm in a sling for a week and an air cast on his foot. Given those two situations he realized he could not stay alone and promptly said, "Well, I guess you get your wish to have me stay with you awhile." I told him we were happy to have him and would never consider NOT caring for him.

Tonight he called my two sisters and gave them the news. His middle daughter lives five miles further from town than he does so she'll check on his cat, collect his mail and shovel his steps. The youngest daughter lives in town, works part time, is unreliable, always broke, etc. Last night I called to tell her of Dad's fall. She said he could stay with her so she could "keep my bills paid." As usual she wants another lifeline. If she had a million dollar lifeline she'd be in the same condition within a month, maybe less.

We never crossed the bridge from Hancock (where the hospital is) to Houghton where Dad's car is parked. Didn't want to give him any opportunity to change his mind and attempt to drive. We offered to pick up clothing and his cat before coming home and he said, "No, I'm not moving in yet."

So, we're thankful he's okay and here with us. He sees the "bone doctor" Jan.12th and hopes he can have the cast and sling removed.

So, I've decided the next several days will be a good "test" for all of us. As usual, Thanks to all of you for your comments.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

More Trips to Town

The best laid plans always get changed. I gave this place a thorough vacuuming while Sweetie picked my Dad up at my son's business. He had convinced by Dad to leave his car there and come home with him for an overnight stay.

As Sweetie pulled up to Dad's car my Dad just sat there. Long story short, he had fallen while shoveling snow at his house. He managed to get off the ground and in his car but had to drive one handed! Though in obvious pain, he refused medical treatment, so I inspected the damage when they arrived. As far as I can tell he has a dislocated shoulder and bruised ribs.

I placed my hand on his good shoulder and said, "Dad, we really should get you seen by a doctor." In a flash, his good arm flew up and smacked me. His anger was evident in his choice of words so I backed off. After that shock, we sat down and focused on our cat's antics. Finally, my Dad said he'd go to the doctor when we bring him back to his car tomorrow. Stubborn Norwegian, as usual.

He took a nap, completed a word search puzzle and is now laying on the sofa. Of course, all I'm thinking is he shouldn't live alone anymore.

Just yesterday he told Sweetie he has to figure out where to get two suppers a week because his Meals On Wheels are for five days. My father refuses to cook - which is probably just as well. Every morning he microwaves some instant oatmeal, has a banana, then leaves the house. Almost every day he stops at my sister's and about half the time she remembers to ask if he's hungry. When she doesn't ask, he doesn't say a thing. This is the sister who is forever broke, accesses food pantries and spends foolishly. He stays at her home until 4 p.m. then goes home to his microwaveable meal, his cat and television for company. We've pleaded with him to move in town to senior housing but he maintains he'll be "carried out" of his house be the undertaker.

If it weren't for him seeing a doctor tomorrow I'd try to convince him to stay here another day. We've repeatedly offered to have him stay here for at least the winter but he refuses. It's a frustrating and sad situation and we all dread the day when one of us finds him dead. But, I'll probably be the same way if I live to be 81.

So, instead of hibernating, Sweetie and I have decided we'll visit him at least two evenings a week (26 miles one way) and have supper with him. We'll also call him more often. He'll know what we're up to but that's just something he'll have to tolerate.

Another thing that concerns me is my Dad's thriftiness. He is by no means poor. Yet, he keeps the thermostat on 65 and dresses accordingly: a long sleeved T-shirt, flannel shirt, TWO hooded sweatshirts, windbreaker, plus a cap on his head. He wears long johns year round and jeans; 3 socks on one foot and 2 on another and keeps his legs wrapped in a blanket. And still he complains about the high heating bill. When we offer to pick him up he claims he doesn't want us spending the money. Sweetie made up an excuse as to why we'd be in town two days in a row to get him to agree to accept the ride out here.

His rent is an unbelievable $180 a month plus utilities. He has well water, satellite TV, propane heat, phone and electric. His 2007 SUV was bought for cash. He has no credit cards and about $3000 a month in income!!!! His thrift is part of the reason he gave each of us our inheritance early. That's been a godsend for each of us but I'm just livid that he continues to live this way.

He jokes that coming to our house is like a "warm vacation" because we're the only ones who heat with wood and it's 75-84 degrees in here. Today he said he came to the "sanitarium" for treatment of his injury. A little dry Norwegian humor but I still worry about him.

Even worse, my idiotic, arrogant brother is his executor and has his power of attorney. When he comes home in March he'll spend two days with my Dad and the rest of in the bars. If his siblings express concern for our father he says we're upset for nothing. He was the same way with our mother until the doctor called him and said she had three weeks to live. Four days before she died he showed up. Typical ass that he is.

Guess this has turned into a rant. Oh well.

So we'll no longer hibernate and our fuel bill will increase. Like they say, sometimes life gets in the way.

Monday, January 4, 2010

God, I HATE Going to Town!

A trip to town was necessary today. One more opportunity to witness morons in action.

Sweetie had to have a tractor tire repaired, but found out the tire is trash. Guess who's trying to figure out where we'll get $400 for a new one?

I still had $41.11 remaining on a Shopko gift certificate. Most people that would be excited but I'm so accustomed to doing without or paying barely nothing that 60-70% off doesn't impress me. Besides, there isn't much we need. While Sweetie sat in the truck I shopped: one puzzle book to keep at our house for my Dad's use - $2; a pizza cutter and metal measuring spoons - $6.50; a package of underwear and two pairs of socks - $9; and finally, canned cat food and paper towels - $13.80. The last 12 roll pack of paper towels lasted six months and the cat food was 13 cents per can more than usual. Just kills me. Total thus far: $31.30. I hit the junk food aisle and got chips, peanuts and Diet Coke. Final bill: $43.90. Figures. I get a gift card and go over the limit. I think they're designed that way. Oh well, it was the thought that counts.

And then, I stand at the checkout. I'm third in line and something goes wrong with the register so we all move to another aisle. I'm now fifth in line as two people in a hurry step in front of me. I smile. Gotta keep that holiday spirit, right?

I smiled again when she bumped my cart and said it was "two damn cold to be shopping." Well, I agree - if you're a 90# waif who has bare feet slipped into open-toed heels; has four inches of her midriff exposed (including the belly ring); and is wearing what appears to be a bolero for a jacket! Sheeeesh! Yah oughta be comatose.

Finally, I exit the store - in time to see her fall on her fanny.

After I dump a bag in the back of our truck, I open the door and Sweetie's laughing so hard he needs his inhaler. Ms. Bolero jacket had fallen again and slid part way beneath her car.

I tell Sweetie maybe she'll stay home the rest of the winter. He says we could have been rich if we'd had a video camera. For the next 12 miles he enterains me with stories of his parking lot people watching - all either inappropriately dressed or sliding into other cars.

Our last stop was a tour of two foreclosed houses my son just bought for $5000 each. Both are in need of some work. One home sits on half a block and the original portion is over 100 year old square logs that were preserved by siding and drywall. He's installing insulation, new cabinets and fixtures in the kitchen addition. The second house was full of trash, mattresses, assorted clothes and a few dirty dishes. As we walked through it I pulled open a kitchen drawer and found silverware that matches what we have. Home it came. My son would have thrown it out. Upstairs we got a bookcase Sweetie will use in the garage and three pairs of men's sweatpants. Two pair appear to be new. On our way home I called someone who's looking for bunk beds. My son's house has a red metal set that doesn't needs a home.

So, it was a profitable and entertaining day but I'm glad to be home. The weather is getting worse and the drivers were careless. We saw two accident on the way to town and three on the way home.

Oh, that we never, ever had to leave here, especially on days like this. It's about 10 degrees, the wind is about 25mph and it's been snowing all day.

Well, time to fix supper. Take care, Treesong

Saturday, January 2, 2010

2010

Woke up today thinking, "What a year it was!" We managed to move, survived a few disappointments, miss some friends and family who have passed on, and our hearts are still beating. Overall, we made progress and that was more evident when we stopped at our old place and spent a night next door at Sweetie's mom's vacant house. That night I was reminded of how we struggled to stay the course and believe that our goals would eventually be met; of how we didn't let any naysayer discourage us; of how we just persevered.

And so, in 2010, we'll do the same.

The fedgov can create more debt; the congress critters can pass more laws; prices can increase or decrease; wars will continue to be waged; the elite will suck the lifeblood out of anything they view as profitable; and the masses can continue to stick their heads in the sand. What matters is what we're committed to; what we're willing to do to survive. We're certain of our path, persistent in our pursuit of it and happy with the choice. That, my friends, leaves us in better shape than most people.

Time to curl up on the sofa and bask in fruits of our labors. Happy New Year, Treesong

P.S. Emmie J Driskell left a comment with a bunch of squares with an occassional group of letters. Hmmmm...

Friday, January 1, 2010

SOOOOOO Thankful to Be Home!

Hello 2010 and all you preppers/bloggers/readers out there.

We drove 1250 miles in three days, slept very little and enjoyed seeing Sweetie's nieces and nephews, despite the death of their mother and his oldest sister. And miracle of miracles, we had dry roads for all but the last 150 miles!

We came home to about 2 inches of new snow so there was no need to walk in 400 feet or plow. What a blessing for two tired folks.

Kitty, Kitty, who's not much of a lap cat, has blessed Sweetie with her presence. Our dog Lady has remained in HER recliner and the wood stove is peculating away. All is well in our little world.

Being away for a few days and white knuckling our way through 4-6 lanes of traffic gave us an appreciation of our little home. As we were introduced to various mourners, we were always referred to as the "hardy folks who drove all the way from the UP." That caught people's attention and the questions about our location, how much snow we have, and how cold it is soon follow. As invariably happens, we met transplanted Yoopers or people who are related to them. Even the funeral home director's wife grew up 15 miles from us. When I asked her maiden name I discovered she's the sister of my lawyer. Small world indeed.

Some of you are familiar with a grocery chain called Save-a-Lot. We stopped at one in Gaylord on our way north. Every spare space in the car was utilized. Our poor dog had to squeeze between the step ladder we picked up at Sweetie's mom's vacant house and stacks of canned goods. Our bed pillows cushioned the area for our dog and the luggage was re-arranged in the trunk so two sets of shop lights could squeeze in. Canned soups and veggies for 59 cents a can; crackers for 89 cents; coffee for $4.69; and great deals on meat were a huge savings compared to what we pay here.

One of my three nephews leaves tomorrow for Afghanistan. I'm not happy about that and pray that he'll return safe and sane. He joined the Marines after high school and loves the discipline and camaraderie. In that respect it's been a good experience for him. But, I don't support the "war on terror" and I think we're in a quagmire. It troubles me that my young nephew has no comprehension of the politics surrounding our presence there - or in Iraq - and has been thoroughly brainwashed. He no longer thinks (not that he was ever taught to) but just reacts to instructions. And yes, I understand that a soldier's duty is to follow orders. But we have millions of young people coming out of high school with no ability to think or analyze and many of those are prime targets for a military machine. So there's my political rant for the day.

Well, it's time to take a rest. I've been going non-stop since we got home at 4:15p.m.

Thanks to all of you for your comments. Keep prepping, have perseverance and hope for 2010. Treesong

Monday, December 28, 2009

Another Middle of the Night Call

Sweetie's oldest sister died at 2 a.m. and one of her daughters called us at 5 a.m.

He's taking a nap now, exhausted, and dreading a 10 hour drive to Brighton, MI. I'm not sure I even want to look at the weather map. The roads here are icy, the temps have plummeted and the wind is howling.

He had a doctor appointment this morning, then we picked up a prescription, used a gift certificate and had lunch with my Dad - and gave him his Christmas gift. We ventured out Christmas day to drop off a few things and headed home before the weather worsened so we saw very few people. It was another quiet day at home which is fine.

Right now, we're on autopilot. In 10 months he's lost three family members. In eight months I've lost four friends. It seems all we do is pack and drive; stand in line, hug and shake hands; unpack and wonder what day of the week it is.

For the New Year I'm going to get a new address book. When I made out Christmas cards there were so many names crossed out it was depressing.

I have no energy today and find myself wishing I were sitting on the beach in Florida! Must be getting old or insane, as I've never like Florida.

Yesterday I was going to post here about New Year plans and thoughts on what we have learned here in 2009. Maybe another day.

Keep warm, safe and be grateful for your family and friends. Treesong

Monday, December 21, 2009

Government's Purpose

Government's sole purpose is to perpetuate itself. Plain and simple. If you think they're serving us in anyway, well, you've been hoodwinked.

Sure, they provide a standing army for our "defense" and they regulate business, utilities, banking, trade, food production/distribution, medical procedures and medications, highway safety and maintenance, and ...

You get the idea.

And through all their various agencies, policies. guidelines and mandates we're supposed to consider ourselves fortunate that our government cares about our well being.

In reality, they create programs, agencies, laws, regulations, task forces, focus groups and studies to justify their continued employment. Government doesn't shrink and though it may experience "cutbacks" most often there are realignments. A job or program may be cut somewhere but there's always another one created to take it's place.

Along the way, some situations and various needs are met but the status quo is maintained. Surveys, studies and reports will be found to prove that real "change" and improvement have occured. And the "change" so often promised by government is a tenacle that spreads further into the private lives of its people.

More laws and regulations generate more duplication, confusion and complications. One program shuffles paper and passes info to another agency which utilizes your statistics to "prove" the need for more government funding - and the whole circus continues ad nauseum.

And of course, various restrictions and "guidelines" must be met to "qualify" for various programs. But people, being human, find loopholes so those who have no genuine need are served by the program. Among the excuses these people use is, "if the government is giving it, I'm taking it." Hell, I've felt that way myself.

People are sick of entitlements and freeloaders. Yet really, the government encourages it. They are, in my opinion, masters of illusion, deception and plain old bribery. Need 60 votes for the Health Care Bill (a laughable, ironic name)? Just offer incentives and exceptions to certain Democratic senators and the "deal" is done. Harry Reid said as much today. It's just politics after all and some people are better players than others.

So government operations give us the best example of how to conduct business with them.

As an example, the government offers the commodity food program to seniors who meet income guideline. If you fall within those parameters, take advantage of it. So what if you own - free and clear - one million dollars of real estate; drive a 2009 Ford F250; and your only "income" is a paltry Social Security check - thanks to your late husband. Never mind that all recent sales of real estate "assets" have either been funneled through the kids' bank accounts or the cash is under your mattress. The qualifications for the program are "income" not assets, dear.

In other programs, assets and income matter and they're tracked vigorously. An example: a friend, who lives on $530/mo. in Social Security, struggles to pay property taxes, utilities, truck and homeowner insurance, and occasional repairs. She qualifies for $184 in food stamps. Like millions of Americans, she struggles to pay her propane bill. In the past, her children have helped her out but all of them are laid off work and stuggling themselves. She contacts the Human Services Dept. for help to fill her propane tank.

She's told she has too many assets. What are they? Her late husband's 18-wheeler, a tractor and an 80 acre hunting camp that she's been to once in her life. She was told to sell an asset to pay for her propane. Yeah, right. In this economy who's looking for the machinery, truck or camp? Not many and besides, it takes time to sell things. But the "regs are the regs" she was told.

Sooooooooooooo...a friend offered to "loan" her the money to pay her propane bill. My friend tells her caseworker this and in turn is told she must declare the "gift" which is considered "income." This additional "income" will eliminate her food stamps for the coming month because there's this pesky little provision that says she must spend the "asset" within the same month she receives it.

And they wonder why people give up, get disgusted, no longer trust the government, or just go out and shoot themselves or someone else.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

What I've Noticed

I made a trip to town by myself today. A rare event and a bit nerve racking as the first 9 miles were ice covered roads. Once I reached clear pavement I pulled over to check out the strange noise coming from the back of our Crown Vic. Chunks of ice and slush were solidly packed and one part had partially dislodged itself causing a "clunk, clunk" sound. A little work with the shovel and the scraper handle and the mess was removed.

Eleven miles later I arrived at Walmart's nearly empty parking lot at 9 a.m. I'd expected lots of shoppers the weekend before Christmas but this was not the case. In fact, I was the only car on the road for the first nine miles and afterward met only four others until I reached the Portage Lake Lift Bridge.

Inside Walmart four checkout people waited for customers and 2-3 had someone in line. I asked one of the checkout people "What gives?". She claimed "the rush had slowed."

I leisurely covered nearly every aisle in this rare opportunity to wander and peruse products. In the grocery section there were a few notices of products no longer available due to shortages, pumpkin among them. I noticed low inventory of other products, one being the shelf stable milk. A stocker told me they have been carrying less of it due to low sales. They had also eliminated one brand. This irked me. I buy 12-18 boxes every month and others buy multiple boxes per visit but apparently this doesn't translate to strong sales. I read somewhere that Walmart was eliminating products and trying to appeal to customers with more disposable income but I think they'll lose customers in a lot of communities.

Two local grocery stores seem to follow the opposite logic: stock variety but small amounts of each. So, if I'm looking for variety I know where to turn. If I'm stocking with price in mind I go to Walmart. Wish it weren't so but I do. I really, really miss Save-a-Lot! The closest one to us is Sault Ste Marie.

More obvious is the sagging support for local charities. Many are behind in their fundraising goals; some fear being unable to distribute Christmas baskets and gifts. An additional picture of the falling economy is the empty seats at usually busy restaurants, the low census at local motels and empty seats at local watering holes. Tourism related businesses are praying for additional snowfall which usually translates into additional business but it's anyone's guess whether either will materialize.

And then I read about the growing threat of food shortages; the continuing mess in the mortgage/banking/commercial markets; and the insanity of the "Health Care" legislation - one among a never ending list of government poppycock.

As this course continues what new excuses and linguistic gymnastics will officials resort to in hopes of portraying their latest hologram as reality?

Personally, I think having little everyday contact with the daily trough of images, innuendo, indoctrination and insanity gives me a clearer picture of where we really are. It's not pretty folks; not pretty at all.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

happenings here


Just when you think life's getting a little dull...

The neighbor has an emergency and EMS and three fire trucks go whizzing down the road. The fire trucks weren't needed but EMS was. As the jerks in the neighborhood don't stop by here, don't answer their phones and otherwise don't talk to us (because we want our land respected!) we don't know if it was the elderly guy on the third two-track past us or his neighbor who may have come out to check on his camp. Usually, the elderly man drives to town daily for his beer run and a visit with his girlfriend. We haven't noticed his car in three days. The seasonal neighbor's obit was in the newspaper tonight so it may have been him.

And then we drove to town today to get my Dad. He was in his independent mode today and insisted on driving himself out here. Fortunately the roads were in better shape than they had been three hours earlier. Tomorrow we have an appointment in the nearby small town (nine mile drive) at 2 p.m. so Dad will follow us that far and then be on his own. I pray for his safety and those on the roads as he drives by, sometimes in his lane and sometimes not.

My eldest son called and asked to borrow a wood stove for the winter. His basement is cold and he wants it heated to help keep the main level comfy. Guess he's not sold on the $4000 plus pellet stove he installed this summer. His house is about 1800 square feet and he's complaining of coming home to a cold house at 6:15 every night. His request meant Sweetie had to dig the stove out of it's perch on a flatbed trailer. The picture shows part of the process. He strapped rope through the stove and lifted it to the old sauna bench from my son's basement. Now we wait for him to pick it up. This could be tomorrow or next week or never as he is dependent on others who are not dependable. With snowmobiling and snowboarding season here nearly everything else goes by the wayside for his friends - unless of course you promise a case of beer once the job is done. Even then I don't know if that's enough inducement.

In other news, Ontonagon's largest employer Smurfit Stone Container Corp. announced it will close permanently. About 186 people will be out of a job. A nursing home closed there a few months ago so they're left with the road commission, the small hospital and the school system. Not much for a few hundred people who, if they want to remain there, must drive to Ironwood, Houghton or somewhere else to work. The plant closing also affects suppliers and loggers and truckers and... well you get the idea.

And then we went to Walmart. I like going to Walmart. Not because they have great prices or service but because it's an opportunity to people watch. There were few shoppers and lots of inventory and a few check out people twiddling their fingers and hoping they wouldn't be sent home. My most interesting observation was overhearing a conversation between a mom and her young son, maybe about age 7. He begged and begged for various snacks and we met up with them again in the toy aisle. I was there looking for something for my two youngest grandkids. Didn't get anything and decided I'd bring them out one day to pick out what they want, within reason, of course. But this youngster was there begging his mom again and she was more adamant in her refusals, even telling him money was tight and "remember, your Dad is out of a job and will soon be out of the house if he doesn't bring in some money."

I wanted to slug that woman. I'm sure she's stressed to the max but telling this to a little kid is real crummy. But not to worry, as we were leaving the store, she was in the entryway talking to a friend. "Can't wait for 8 o'clock when the babysitter comes," she said. "We're going out to play pool, then party and have breakfast at Perkins in the morning." Her friend asked how they were managing and she said, "I don't care anymore about managing. To hell with all the bills. When we get kicked out we'll go to my folks or his folks and then we'll go to the welfare office."

Some people's priorities.

My friend from Tuscon called tonight and said she had been to a discount store and stocked up on paper products. "To look around my closets it reminds me of you and your stocking up," she said.

I couldn't resist asking her what condiments she was going to use with her paper products. She laughed and said, "I know, I know. But I eat out just about every day."

Oh well. She also works two jobs, lives in an apartment rented by someone else and has her bills mailed to an address here in Michigan. All other communications are via the Internet and her cell phone.

I don't know why I haven't developed the skill sets of these individuals. It does appear to work for them.

Well, it's time to clean up the kitchen

Friday, December 11, 2009

Fifty Two Inches Thus Far


Snow that is! Since Friday, December 4th.

Let it come. I could care less. We're warm, have plenty of provisions, can tolerate one another amazingly well, and our dog and cat are good company!

Today I got all excited thinking maybe we'd be snowed in on this road for at least one day. Just as I walked down the drive to get a picture of the unplowed road, the plow zoomed by. My camera was in my pocket. So like a snow nut, I stood there for 20 minutes waiting for his return from our dead end road. Kept the camera in my pocket and was able to get one picture before it froze up! Oh well.

Talked to my dad today three times. First call he was on his way out to shovel his steps - all nine of them. Second call he had just got in town - 7 mile drive to my sister's. Third call, told him we're staying home today so we won't be seeing him. This was before the plow came but we're staying in anyway. The visibility is almost zero and some Facebook friends have already been in accidents because they couldn't see on the highway when traffic came by. The area also recorded its first snowmobile death early this morning. As usual alcohol and excessive speed are suspected. Guy flew off the machine, hit a sign while airborne and landed 60 feet further away in a bank. There will be more for sure as they never seem to learn. Too bad for the families that are left to grieve, though.

I was online awhile yesterday looking for menu inspiration. Not that either of us need to eat much more! But every once in awhile it's nice to try something new. The challenge was making sure I already had the ingredients on hand. Came up with a broccoli casserole and then combined the best of two recipes for another casserole. Haven't tried either yet but if we like them I'll pass them on.

Sweetie just said he sees no point in plowing today. Five inches have come down since we woke up at 7 a.m. I'll check the weather report and we'll decide later if we ought to clear some to make room for more!

Well, time to call an elderly friend downstate and do the dishes. Keep safe and warm folks, Treesong

Monday, December 7, 2009

Since Saturday

Sunday we started the 22 mile drive to visit my Dad who was at my sister's for the afternoon. About four miles down the road the car just quit. Sweetie coasted to the roadside and soon a guy came by and gave him a ride home where he got the truck. The tow rope was already in the car and soon we had towed the car home. Of course, all the while we're thinking; not another expense!!!

This morning Sweetie called the Ford dealership and talked to the parts manager. He was told to check a button in the trunk. He'd no sooner told me about it and I had an ah-ha moment. A Mercury Tracer I owned did the same thing when I was hit broadside at an intersection. It's a safety feature that cuts the fuel off so you don't risk an explosion.

We left for town again today but took the truck and "The List." Pointless to leave home without "The List." Of course, once in a store if I spot a deal it's added to "The List." Picked up another fire extinguisher, smoke alarm, four packages of chicken gizzards for Lady, yogurt, cat litter and cat food. Now have two plus years of cat litter and cat food.

At Family Dollar I bought ten 8-roll packages of toilet paper! Sweetie says I'm anally fixated! I say I'm prepared and saved us $2 a package over what we last paid for nearly the same square footage per package (different brand last time).

Also went to Goodwill and the Salvation Army Thrift Store. For a mere $15 I got a HUGE Ralph Lauren bath towel, three picture frames (all different designs), a NEW man's flannel shirt, a Charles Wysocki puzzle, a pair of brown lounge pants, a pair of L.L. Bean snow pants, NEW women's lingerie, a woman's Faded Glory top, six pair of wool blend socks, 69 assorted design Christmas cards & envelopes and some free paperback mysteries. Two of the picture frames were new, in their boxes. I'm enlarging/cropping family photos of my Dad and giving copies to my children for Christmas.

And finally, I want to thank Hermit for his kind support and wonderful blog. Today, I found this gem in his blog: "... unexpected things in life can test us, can unite us, and can be the basis for a strong future." Wonderful reminder for all of us!

Forecast calls for six below here Thursday night. That will be a test of our pipe insulation, heat tape and caulking. Personally, I'm looking forward to a good blizzard. Won't bother us one bit! Last night I was doing some "mindless calculating" as Sweetie termed it. That "mindless" exercise tells me we - and our dog and cat - could stay here for 19 months without needing any food and enjoy a variety of healthy, nutritious foods as well as treats. This is without growing a garden! It's just a great feeling to know we wouldn't starve. What more could we ask for?

Well, time to load the wood stove! Treesong

Saturday, December 5, 2009

We Came Home to Snow


More than eight inches of snowfall yesterday and six inches since 1:20 p.m. today! Sweetie plowed the drive yesterday after we gunned it through the drift in our drive. The car's in the garage, our truck is on loan to someone who's moving in this mess and the Blazer with the plow did a fine job - and Sweetie stayed warm.

Our trip was tiring, sad and a lot of white knuckle driving the last 100 miles. Can truly say that it's good to be back. Four to six lanes of bumper to bumper traffic during rush hour is for those who think life has to be "Achieved." Personally, I'll stay broke, well fed, warm and surrounded by pine trees, idiot neighbors and the sound of Lake Superior's waves crashing the shoreline. At a mile away we hear her mighty power daily and it's awe inspiring, to say the least.

Sometime within the next few days - depending on the weather - we'll do our monthly shopping. I spent today cleaning cupboards, sorting drawers, taking an inventory and dusting the tops of cans, buckets and boxes along the way. We've determined we have the wall to ceiling space above our current pantry shelves to accommodate more steel shelving so a few resale shops, Habitat for Humanity and finally Walmart will be checked for the best deal. Sweetie screwed the existing shelves to the wall and now he's building me a ladder attached to a horizontal pole so I can slide along the shelving - think library ladder to access canned goods!

Well, Sweetie just woke up from his nap and said, "Good Morning!"

I think he's wrung out from the trip. It's 4:30 p.m. NOT a.m.

Have a good day and stay warm! Treesong

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Sometimes...

Sometimes you're hit with so much at once you either crack or become anesthetized to it all. I feel that way today.

We've been sticking close to the land line phone for a couple day, waiting for "the call" about Sweetie's oldest sister. Yup, another impending death.

Today we had to go to town so we took a prepaid cell phone that we've never used. Still no call.

The weather is changing tonight and the forecast calls for nearly 10 inches of snow within the next 24-36 hours. If we have to leave I'd sure like to get out now.

But, as with most of OUR life, we're asked to wait. Instant gratification, recognition, acceptance, understanding, excitement or appreciation just don't seem to come our way too often. Still some people hang onto that belief.

We were talking about this while in town and then wandered around Walmart waiting for Sweetie's scripts to be filled. What an opportunity to watch people stress out while justifying their "need" to accumulate STUFF.

One poignant example was a young mother who has cystic fibrosis and may be 20 now. She complains daily about "having no money" and how tough it is to live on $650 a month in SS disability. Yet she's foregoing her rent, electric and cable TV bill to spend on her 16 month old for Christmas. Now, one could say she may not have many more Christmas's so why not splurge? But the stress she'll endure when the shut off notices come will exacerbate her condition. Sometimes, when that happens, she takes it out on her son.

Our banker told us about the rise locally in foreclosures and a certain hospital placing liens on people's checking accounts and paychecks. The hospital will not accept payment plans of $50 a month from someone with 3-4 children who makes $400 a week and pays a $650 a month mortgage! Instead, the hospital demands $500 initial payment followed by a "reasonable" $175-250 a month. Unfortunately, lots of these people, according to the banker, also have car payments, no insurance or horrible insurance deductibles, and a need to "keep up with the Jones."

I said "keeping up with the Jones" now means losing a home, job(s), insurance, security and the misplaced belief that fedgov is watching out for you. He gave me a quizzical look and said, "Sounds like you've been reading some conspiracy theory stuff."

Incredible, considering the scenario he had just told us about. And so I told him that.

Well, I have to close now and free up the phone line. Maybe a trip away for a couple days, even to a funeral, will do us good.

Treesong