So much is going on around me, and there is so little I can do about it. Given that fact, I'm just doing what I need to do to keep my family's heads above water. I know I'm not alone in this scenario...
I did it. I sold the escape pod today. Within 20 minutes of posting it on Craigslist, I had four phone calls. Damn, I should have priced it higher! Oh well, I listed it for what I thought was a fair price. Needless to say, I got full price (two more people called on it while the buyer was looking at it).
The only reason I sold it is because I don't really need it anymore. When I bought the 'pod, I was basically on my own. Down here in hurricane country... I bought it specifically as emergency shelter, and if we could manage to use it for camping, so much the better. Well, we didn't use it for camping. Finances and work schedules precluded that use. And now that I have a bug out location, the 'pod really had no practical application anymore.
The proceeds will go to good use, of course. Little is wasted around here... I did go against my grain just a bit, and bought a storage shed. With the 'pod gone, I had a lot of prep items that no longer had dry storage. Plus, I'm sick and tired of looking at all the crap laying around in our screen room downstairs. The shed will provide storage for all this stuff, something which we really needed.
What's left will go toward the garden, my boat project, and additional food storage (which the shed will help with).
Critical supplies will be stored in plastic totes, for ease of retrieval and loading into the truck come bug out time. My stored food is already in totes, and I'm going to add more. You can never have enough, especially with a family. And hurricane season approacheth...
But I think hurricanes are the least of my worries. There's a financial hurricane brewing, which will make Katrina look like a walk in the park. There is a natural disaster component to this financial mess as well, I do believe. It could even be the prime mover. That which undoes the shaky foundation. And we are on a shaky foundation, there's no doubt in my mind.
I am reminded of words which moved me many years ago. Words which helped propel me into the blogosphere. Words which resonated with my very core. They were the very first words posted by Selous Scout, and they ring even truer today than they did when he first wrote them in April 2008...
It is almost palpable, this feeling of dread. It builds each day making me want to scream out loud.
The evil grows, like a noxious weed, feeding on the human spirit. It wants to devour us; its hunger is unsated by the death and destruction that it unleashes. It controls our leaders and their minions, and to an extent, the masses of sheeple surrounding us.
It is borne on the wind, howling ominously in the trees, voicing its disdain for our wellbeing. It thirsts for our tears as it seeks sadness and woe, spreading gloom and despair in its wake.
The wickedness takes on new forms as well as old; poverty, plague, starvation, disease, climate change, drought, addiction, predation, rioting, oppression, wars and sudden death from acts of violence.
Children attack their peers, laughingly, thinking it great sport to inflict pain and suffering. Parents, wrapped up in the daily struggle of consumerism, pay scant heed to their own children until the wickedness washes over them like a black tide, spilling darkness into their lives and choking off the light.
Yes, the wickedness.
It is here now.
It has come.
Do or Die - Slowly the boat weaved its way through tight packed bay, and finally they came alongside *Tropic Star*. Happy greetings were exchanged between the crews, ...
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