So, before I begin my schpeal here, some points for clarity.
- Things are getting weirder/worse as time goes on.
- Even heads in high places are saying ‘be ready’.
- The Dollar isn’t as reliable as it was.
Now, the travails of my convoluted grey cells while I was doing a most mundane and deplorable thing: stacking firewood in my woodshed.
It ain’t much compared to my dads or uncles, but I have a tiny house, well insulated and it takes very little to keep it cozy and only a little more to cook your brains. Its a fine balance, and one where I have learned to watch outside temps before adding wood to stove. Anything above 45°f and I bank the coals.
But thats not the point of the post: my thoughts turned towards a (potentially not so much) fictional scenario. What if (and most good prep thought starts with that) the jackboots came up here to divvy up firewood to those “less fortunate” and for some reason unknowable, I didn’t triple-S them on the spot. How would the situation be best resolved without violent confrontation? Would an offer of taking in a couple of those “LF’s” diffuse the situation? How could I know if they were worthy of trust? Etc etc, the variables are as multitudinous as stray dogs.
And I came back to one answer only. Family, yes. Others, no. Deep six any that demand fruits of mine and my labors.
And that brought up other points. What constitutes ‘family’? And thats a much deeper question than the face value of the words. There are people in this world with zero genetic comparison that I consider ‘true family’ over some secondary kin. There are some secondary kin whom I’d deep six without a thought, care, or worry; and not lose a wink of sleep about it. So, what is family? (And don’t even quote the ‘blood is thicker than water’ thing. You’ll only show your ignorance. The actual quote is “The blood spilled among brothers in arms is thicker than the waters of birth”. Chew on that thought for a few.) Thats more personal than I care to share here, and it is one that each has to answer for themselves, preferably before it becomes the important topic of the day.
Anyways, chores done, woodshed is full enough and one less worry for a few months.