Month: April 2022

Sun. Apr. 10, 2022 – day of rest. Trying to anyway…

Another crisp and clear day, cool but warming through the day.   It was beautiful.  Hoping for more.

It was 66F when I went to bed, instead of the two previous nights when it was 46F.  Perhaps winter’s last hurrah, and now we’re moving safely into spring and then summer…

Did my errands.   Did not go to the BOL.  Didn’t get any calls from the new septic guy either.   I hope he went by the property.  I hope he can design a system that meets our goals.

Went by my storage unit twice.  Got one auctioneer to commit to taking another load on Tues.  Found a couple of real good resale items.   All in all a good day yesterday.

 

Today I’m sleeping in.   I’m wiped out and need to catch up.  Can’t face the new world order on a sleep deprived brain.

Can’t  really face anything well, with a sleep deprived brain.

So talk amongst yourselves, until I bestir myself.

n

 

(and stack something)

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Sat. Apr. 9, 2022 – non-prepping hobby day

Cool and clear, still windy. That describes Friday too.  It was back down to 48F when I went to bed.

Spent the day on some phone calls, and a pickup.  Calls paid off when a different septic guy called me back.  He’s supposed to go out to the BOL today and do a perc test, and THEN we talk about design options.   I don’t have to be there, so I’m not driving to the house today.

Over the week gas prices have come down somewhat.   Some other things have gone up to the moon.  Crab for instance.    Snow crab clusters, which used to be a cheap alternative to Alaskan king crab are over $43/pound here.   King crab isn’t even in the store, except Costco, and is over $100/pound.  I can remember when it was $9 at Kroger in Cali.   My sibling says they canceled the season this year, so that price increase could be demand driven and not just inflation.   The bacon I buy was back down a few cents, but the quality was down too, and there was only one 3 pound pack in the cooler.

Takeaway is that shortages continue, as do price increases.  All signs point to more of both coming.

When Tucker Carlson tells his audience it might be time to start stockpiling, it’s already mostly too late…

Get to stacking.

n

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Fri. Apr. 8, 2022 – like a drunk lurching down a hallway…

Cool and clear?  Yesterday was, with a gusting blustery wind.   In the afternoon it was 81F in the sun, with only 19%RH.   Gorgeous.  I’d like some more of that please.

I did my one pickup, missed the others.   I’ll be getting those today.

I heard back from the septic engineer finally, and he can’t meet this weekend, so I will not have to dash up to the BOL.  It’s my non-prepping hobby meeting weekend so I’m really glad not to miss getting together with the guys.


 

It occurred to me that we move through time like a drunk lurching down a hallway.   The hallway is the constraints of what is possible.   Sometimes the hallway is wide and we don’t find the walls.  Sometimes the hallway is narrow and the drunk walks straight down the center.  Sometimes he slides down one wall or the other.  Sometimes, he bounces off the edge of what’s possible and moves backward for a short period before moving on down the hall.  Occasionally there is a doorway or an alcove and since the drunk is leaning on the wall as he moves, he gets stuck in the slight widening of the hall.  Often as not, he’ll spin around eventually and lurch down the main part of the hallway again.

Our hallway is very narrow at this moment.   We’re rushing down the hall, bouncing rapidly from wall to wall.   Some of us are spinning around with every bounce, trying to reorient on moving forward.  Some are holding a hand against one side to steady us as we go, but we are all becoming more and more constrained as we go along.

As a nation, a culture, a people, and as individuals, we are coming to a place where the hallway ends.  Is it a door that we can pass through and then continue down the same hallway?  Or is it a wall, and the door opens to our left or right and takes us in a different direction?  Do the walls just squeeze us down, like a cattle chute, until we can only go forward, in single file, pushed by the mass behind us?

I think I know where we are headed.   I don’t know how long the remaining hallway is, nor how we continue.   History says that “we” as a whole WILL continue, but not necessarily any specific one of the “we”.    The mass of people behind us in the hallway pushes us forward, even if we’d prefer to stop.  You can shelter in an alcove for a short while, but eventually the mass carries you on.   Just as I don’t know how long the hallway is, I don’t know how wide it still might be.

It feels pretty narrow, with very little room to lurch around.  It feels like we’re pretty close to the door, or the jog in the hall, or even the complete change of turning right or left.

My plan is to get me and mine through to what comes next.   I’ll move with the crowd down the hall, lurching a bit less, and focused on moving at my own pace, and not just getting carried by the force of the pushing masses, until we pass through and the door opens on a new hall, or the constraint of what is possible widens out again.

 

Stack the things you need, so that the crowd has fewer handles to grab as  they pull you along.

nick

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Thur. Apr. 7, 2022 – did I forget something?

Feels like the date should be important somehow.

Another warm damp and slightly overcast day.  Wind was whipping around yesterday, gusting from every direction.

Did home stuff yesterday.  A bit of cleaning.  A bit of organizing.   A couple hours of cutting the back yard grass….  Even met with an electrician about putting in the receptacle for the hot water heater.

Pickups today. And some more cleaning if I can manage it.

I’ve been neglecting stuff around the house, and it’s catch up time.

Oh yeah, I’m sure there’s something to stack…

n

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Wed. Apr. 6, 2022 – people are starting to notice, and talk about it.

Warm and clear, might be a nice day.  Yesterday was mostly overcast and a bit on the warm side later in the day.

I’m still feeling a bit goofy which seems to happen when I take powerful antibiotics, but they are doing the job.  Finger is almost back to normal.  Missed one pickup yesterday but made two.  All stuff for the BOL.

Spoke with a septic system engineer about my issues, and he’s willing to come and design a new system.   He said I shouldn’t rule out an anaerobic system, he’ll do the tests and look at the site and see if it’s possible.  I ended up spending a couple of hours putting together a package for him that included annotated pics of the site, the original plat with dimensions, and our desires… I will probably have to go up and meet with him on Saturday.

It’s always something, and there are a couple of peculiarities to working out in the country.  One is that there may not be a lot of choice for who does the work.  It comes down to who is out there, or is willing to work out there, who has the crew, or the tools, or the reputation or the time.  The other is that people are busy.   There is a stereotype about country folk being relaxed and moving slow, but it just ain’t so… at least so far, and with the kind of people I’ve been meeting.

 


 

Title of the post refers to the change in our current state of affairs.  The sense that hard times are coming, that there may not be enough food, that something bad is just around the corner.   I hear it from people I interact with doing auction stuff, from people in stores, and in the online world.  There is not a sense of optimism, of fun, or of good times.     People are noticing gas prices.   They are noticing shortages and increased prices at the store.  They are noticing that violence and crime are up.  And I’m beginning to feel them start to withdraw their consent, as in “the consent of the governed”.   Whether that means politically, or by the polite rules of society, or by the conscious and unconscious rules of western civilization, they are withdrawing their consent.   Circles are shrinking.   Focus is more local.

Taken to extremes, it’s back to the clans and hamlets of the middle ages.  Whether that’s figurative or literal IDK yet, but there is certainly a balkanization going on.  The unifying idea of Americanism is broken.

And that is a really unfortunate state of affairs, as the American Experiment, American Exceptionalism, and American Imperialism brought unbelievable wealth and progress to the world.   I know people will have a reaction to that statement, some very vehemently opposed to it, but – for decades we fed the world.  Computers, the PC, the internet.  Space travel and satellites, GPS.  Medical procedures, drugs, MRI, CT scans, the modern EMS system.

There was a unique spirit, and I’m afraid it’s broken beyond recovery.

So stack it up.  To quote Yoda, “Save you what can.”    There are still people living in Rome.  There will still be people living in “America”.   But would they be recognizable by the originals?

n

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Tues. Apr. 5, 2022 – It’s always somethin’. And it always will be.

Warm-ish and clear-ish today,  but hopefully more clear than yesterday.   It was overcast most of the day with misty drizzle in the afternoon- which happened just as I got set up to cut the grass in the back yard- which has become a haven for possum.   One dead little one under the potting bench day before  yesterday with the big live one in my lawnmower cabinet, led to one big one on the top shelf of my patio grocery store yesterday.

The dog was sure he had the invader well schooled, but I didn’t want the giant rat-looking thing up with my food… he was disinclined to leave however.  So I  brought the dog indoors and waited.  Checked on mister nasty-smell later and he’d tucked himself into the box of instant mashed potatoes.   I don’t think he ate any, but Senor Raton had nibbled off the corner, providing an entry point.  Nothing but naked nasty tail sticking out of the box as a giveaway…  Picked up the box and put it up on the back fence.  Hope he takes it as the eviction it was intended to be.

Possums are a beneficial animal, but they are ugly bastages.

So, all in all, very little cleaning actually got done yesterday, after the cleaning service postponed their visit to Wednesday.

I did get some garage cleaning done, very little mind you, but some.   And I put some stuff away in the house, and, and, and…

But I mostly researched septic systems.   Today I’ll call a guy that covers the area around my BOL and I’ll probably have to go up and meet him.   Then it will be a process of managing the sequencing so that foundation repair/retaining wall guy and septic install guy don’t have to undo or redo work.  Since I’ve clearly got to do a site survey/ site plan to show the septic guy, I took a (not particularly brief) dive down the rabbit hole of point cloud elevation data, topo mapping, and 3d modelling of same.  I wanted a high resolution something that I could download and base my site survey off of without measuring everything myself.  What I got was not much more than I started with.  There is a LIDAR survey of the lake and surrounds, and it has a 1m resolution, far better than the USGS survey’s 10m resolution.

But I can’t figure out how to get just a part of the dataset to use, and even with 1m resolution, the points aren’t that close together.  I guess I’ll be out there with a tape measure after all.

 

Finger feels better, but my back is as sore as some sort of really sore sore thing… jab in the butt made me sit and walk funny.  And not in a Ministry of Funny Walks kind of funny, not at all.  Hope the swelling goes down today.

I’ve got a couple of things to pick up, some calls to make, and some stuff to organize.   After all, we’re just turning rapidly de-valuing fiat currency into hard goods and infrastructure for the future safety and security of my family.  I just was hoping to not have to hook the bank ATM directly to the wood chipper and turn it all to 11…

Stack it all, but especially the things you can’t live without.  Like antibiotics.  Like pain meds.   Like appropriate reference books.  And the wisdom to know when  to use what, and what for.

N

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Mon. Apr. 4, 2022 – more later

68F and forecast calls for clear sky today.   Fell asleep at my desk last night and got right into bed when I woke briefly.  IDK if it was the drug cocktail or just normal tiredness, but it wiped me out.

Hip and lower back hurt around the injection site, but my shoulder feels better.  Fingertip is still swollen and sore.

 

Plans for today involve cleaning up here, mainly.   With the cleaning service coming by for a deep clean, I won’t be back in bed, like I really want to be.

Time to make the kids breakfast.

More in comments later.

 

 

n

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Sun. Apr. 3, 2022 – home later, but for now, work…

Shipped to be another great day like it was yesterday.

I got stuff done.  Still have more on the list for today though.  I deff want a brad maker up here.  SteveF got me thinking about it, add it makes sense.

Met another person that knew the previous owner.  This guy didn’t know he’d passed. He was very upset as he used to come by and fish with the previous owner, and he’d brought the kids to fish with him.  After he recovered, I invited him to fish with me.  And I got a lesson in fishing this lake.

 

Meeting people and gettng local knowledge, priceless.

 

Don’t forget to stack up more than just cans.

n

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Sat. Apr. 2, 2022 – live from an undisclosed location…

Nice day here. A bit chilly this am, getting nicer all day.  Need to enjoy Spring while it’s here.

Plan is for painting and more painting. Plus some cleaning. And some yard work.

Possibly some time on the water later.

We’ll have to play it by ear.


 

I’ll feel a lot better after I moved some buckets and cases of food up here.  In the mean time, I am kind of nervous.

Need some water and filteration too.

Prep all the things!  Stack all the things.  Defense in depth. Layers. Fallbacks. Options.  All good things.

 

N

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Fri. Apr. 1, 2022 – don’t be fooled….

Cool and clear, nice day to drive around.    Yesterday was very nice.  Clear and sunny but stayed cool.  More of the same today would be nice.

Plan for today is a couple more pickups, then load the truck for a trip up to the BOL.   Somewhere in there I  will need to shop for groceries.   I’ve been putting it off, but can’t continue.

The infowar out of Ukraine seems to have backed off a notch, but I’m sure things are still going badly for both sides.  The speculation about the end of the USD as a reserve currency seems to be picking up.  And our “leaders” are trying to outdo each other in the short bus olympics.

Stack while you can.

n

(super tired, headed to bed early)

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