Day: February 11, 2024

Sun. Feb. 11, 2024 – The lawn is green, but it isn’t grass…

Cool here at the BOL and wet. Got some rain last night. Got some rain during the day. My part of Houston didn’t, but I did pass through some local light drizzle on my way here. Today is supposed to be rainy too.

Wonder how my Girl Scouts are making out at camp? It can either be fun, or a misery when it rains. Hope they have good councilors and attitudes.

After a fun and successful meeting of my non-prepping hobby, during which I was somehow convinced to assume some webmaster duties (and because of which I might be asking for help here…), I finished loading the truck and headed out of Dodge.

Got here without incident, put the 2 coolers of frozen meat away, unloaded some of the truck, ate, and fell asleep.

I’ve been tired lately beyond what is normal for me and my poor sleep schedule. I’m hoping it’s just poor quality sleep and too little of it, which should resolve as my chiropractic care gets my neck and back back into normal condition. If not, we’ll have to start looking for reasons.

Could just be getting old.

Today’s task list will depend on weather. Unload the truck, and reload with returning items is the only given. Other stuff will be targets of opportunity.

The post title is both a statement about the yard here, which is green but with clover not grass; and a metaphor. I’ll leave it to the reader to decide for what.

Keep your head on a swivel, and get ready. So much is not what it seems, and people are waking up to that. Some of them will get very angry. That will cause problems. Problems are the sort of thing we are expecting. The sort of thing one could prepare for. The sort of thing that stacks will help with.


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