Cold and damp here at the BOL. Should still be clear, but I gotta wonder if the lake is big enough to get ‘lake effect’ snow. It was 36F when I went to bed. That is pretty cold for Texas.
Yesterday turned into a gorgeous day as I got out of town. Don’t know if it was the shift in location, or a shift in the weather, but the sun came out and it was comfortable in shirtsleeves.
I loaded up the truck and headed out.
Did my pickup, way out in the country outside of Conroe.
Guy had a thing for circuses. There was an honest-to-Crom circus carousel set up in his man cave building. They’ve been having estate sales since spring, every week or two, to clear out and it looks like they just started. Figures, collectibles, circus stuff- the place was overflowing. Garden scale railroad… never built that I could see, and it’s been selling cheap because it was all circus themed. Man cave was only about 70% complete. Guy had time to collect all the stuff, but ran out of time before he could get it set up to show it off.
There is a lesson in there somewhere.
Prepping is a bit like that. Only you hope that you never get to ‘show it off’, especially the really serious preps. No one wants their home security upgrades tested, or their resolve and shot placement if someone breaks in. No one wants to be eating freeze dried food for a year while their “doomsday garden seed package” grows.
What we do want, is the satisfaction of turning potential big problems into small problems. We like saving the day by pulling a prep off the shelf and using it. Making a quick dinner when you’re tired and hungry from stored food, grabbing up a once in a lifetime bargain because you have the funds saved, even just saving the third trip to the big box store while working around the house, because you picked up 2 of something last time you were there, instead of just one- those everyday moments when prepping or planning or foresight pay off are satisfying in and of themselves.
You don’t need the zombie apocalypse to show the value of your preps, and you hope you never get there. I hope old boy didn’t hate that his room wasn’t done when he rode his carousel. I hope he felt joy when he saw the posters on the wall, or the trains on the shelf, or the joy on his grandkids’ faces when they rode.
Take joy and satisfaction in the process. The journey is as important as the destination.
Stack the things.
nick
*post title is from an 80s pop song, recruiting someone to join the singer’s [ criminal ] enterprise.