apocalypse « Robin Writes

Due to certain, er, issues, we’re stepping up our game a bit.

Let the move begin!

Ha—this is the second house I’ve lived in that I’ve stated, vehemently, that I’M NOT MOVING AGAIN. NOT.

Ah, well. Things change, right?

And for those wondering about all the actual work posts, well, school started and so our schedule changed. We can only work at the farm on the weekends now, which gives us approximately 50 days to finish the prep before we fully make the move. That’s not counting “snow” days when we can’t travel down there.

Remember last winter? We bought the place sight-unseen because we couldn’t get to it and were afraid someone else would snap it up. So, there’s that . . .

As we reviewed our leave-in-a-hurry plan the other day, I realized that sure, we’d get out of the metro area with our lives, our pets, and most necessary items, but what about other needed things and, too, some sentimental pieces?

So that’s where we sit: packing.

Yes, most of my friends and family think I’m nuts. It’s always a possibility. But what we’re packing are things that we don’t need between now and spring, but are nice to have around, and the things that I want to keep but, if the leave-in-a-hurry plan is implemented, probably won’t be able to.

Think about this for a moment. At best, leaving your possessions behind may cause sorrow and regret after the fact, days or weeks later; at worst, the idea of doing this is a distraction while you’re in the midst of LIAH.

Not everyone will have this problem, of course. Right now, though, I’m in my office looking at the manual typewriter my grandmother used in 1930, and the rocking chair that my great-grandmother used to put babies to sleep since 1915. What can I say? These things are important to me.

Just because we’re going to live in a cabin in the woods doesn’t mean it’s only going to be furnished with sticks and rocks.

And now, I’m off to make a fashionable tinfoil hat . . .

If you follow any kind of prepper sites or individuals, you might be wondering what the big deal is about next month. To be truthful, I don’t know.

There are generally two schools of thought about all the significant events that are taking place in September:

1. Business as usual and all the crackpots are predicting doom and gloom.

2. Doom and gloom are heading our direction and SHTF is imminent.

Me, I’m on the fence.

On the one hand, you might think all the events are perfectly fine, the government is simply taking care of us, and nothing very significant will change. Besides, the media isn’t talking about September . . .

On the other hand, the government’s job isn’t to “take care of us,” not like this, and the non-mainstream media IS talking about it. Of course, a lot of people refer to them as nutjobs, and honestly, some of them are a few sandwiches short of a picnic. And, too, we all know about mainstream media; they’re more interested in the Kardashians, et al, than actual news.

So let’s look at a “what if” scenario, but first, Google “September 2015” in quotes, just like I wrote it. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

A lot of information, yes? I don’t expect you to have read it all, or even a fraction. You should, of course, always consider the source and the probability, but really—this isn’t something to mess around with.

It’s just about a month away now that Jade Helm 15 will come to an end. Then what? Some have predicted or are expecting military maneuvers, some have chosen the date of September 15 to be the culmination of all the events of that month, and others believe that things will only begin to go downhill at that time, but rapidly get worse.

Again, I’m on the fence.

I think it’s perfectly possible. Probable? I don’t know. And therein lies my dilemma.

Any prepper worth his weight in supplies is ready or getting there. Me, I’ve stepped up my game. I have a hundred potential scenarios playing in my head, and I need to get a grip and detail the plans for perhaps 2-3 of them.

We have a place. We have supplies. We have transport and routes.

We also have a kid who just started his senior year.

If I had my druthers, I’d be packing and moving over the next couple weeks. But I can’t. The biggest issue, of course, is getting out when you need to, if you need to. Will it be possible? I sincerely hope so.

In the meantime, we’re getting organized. As I said, we have a place and we have supplies there. We have some duplicates as far as clothing or household items and such, but very little because we’d rather spend our money on things we don’t have and need, rather than more things we already have. You follow? Okay.

It’s almost time to pack up the summer clothes anyway, but not quite; so you might see us out and about in the same clothes for the next few weeks. You might notice fewer pictures and things around our house; maybe even less furniture. I hadn’t planned to move these things until we had the exact place to put them in the new house, to save moving things twice, but I’m beginning to rethink that plan.

So, well, you might think I’m nuts. Maybe I am. Some days I feel like it! But, everyone has to do whatever they think is best. If a hurricane were out in the Gulf—and I lived there—I’d be prepping for a “just in case,” right? Might look funny to those who didn’t know about the hurricane, or to those who expected the government to take care of them if something went south, but . . . might not be so funny in the aftermath.