November 25
Posted on: November 26, 2012I hate the way this looks. I’ve always managed to keep my preps hidden, unobtrusive, covert, and here I have 100 buckets sitting in my frakkin’ living room! Not that anyone comes over, but still. I need to find something to cover them up with.
It was snowing when I got up this morning, snowing hard. There must be a fresh 6” already and no signs of stopping. Wonder if I should use the snow-blower later; wonder if they’re going to plow the roads; wonder if anyone cares. With no phone I feel really and totally cut off.
I had set the turkey carcass to cook for soup right after everyone left on Thursday. It was cool enough this morning to strip off the remaining meat, so now I will can it; but that means going out to the other shed in this blizzard for the pressure canner and jars. Gotta do what I gotta do, I suppose.
Last month when I changed the curtain in the hall window, I thought I was done. It had been a pale green and short, and I switched it over to a dark green one from the back pantry. I love the yards and yards of fabric just looped over the rod and I think all that fabric just solved my problem. I took down the dark green curtain and draped it over all those buckets. Since that wall is a dark green, though a different shade, it doesn’t look so obvious to me, and me is all that counts right now. Now to put the other curtain back up, but it’s a different rod and won’t fit. Crap. I feel stupid, and paranoid. Why in the hell did I move those buckets into the house?? That shed has been perfectly safe for years; it’s behind the house, hidden from view, just a simple Rubbermaid 8x8x8 lawn tool storage shed. Besides, now that winter is here, it’s almost impossible to get into, without digging thru feet of snow. I can be such an idiot. Now I have to worry about someone seeing the buckets inside the house. Double crap.
I got twenty pints of turkey soup. That’s twenty more days of lunch; Funny how the perspective changes when the food supply is limited.
Dinner tonight will be a pork chop from the freezer, ½ can of black-eyed peas and maybe some corn bread. I can have the rest of the corn bread for breakfast tomorrow then add the other half of peas to my lunch soup.
this fictional residence (with lots of black out curtains) is on an unplowed side road… Most of the time, once a fire is started there is no smoke only a heat signature..
what I wonder is — what impression do you want to give a passer-by ? do you want the place to look lived-in so they won’t consider a raid? or do you want it to look empty, so they won’t assume anything is there ? (altho of course a person on drugs or alcohol doesn’t always think the way they normally might)… At this time I plan to go for the abandoned look, so I won’t shovel unless & until I have to. I guess I’d hope “they” don’t notice the wood smoke… a snow-blower takes gas – save it. what about blackout curtains? — & congrats on the turkey broth! 🙂