Prep Monday—Bad Habits


Yeah, I smoke. I’d tell you how long I’ve been doing it, but in this day and age when we’re supposed to be tolerant of EVERYTHING ELSE, I’d probably just precipitate a long comments section of lectures.

Last Thursday, I bought an e-cig starter kit—the idea is that it delivers nicotine but not the rest of the crap in regular cigarettes. Water vapor, no secondhand smoke, etc., etc. I started using it Friday afternoon, after charging, and have so far, by alternating, cut my cigarette consumption in half. Not bad.

Except.

There’s a definite learning curve here—who knew? And I’m likely getting even less nicotine during this trial period, since I’m not very good at this new method. Anyway, the less nicotine, the less I’ll want it. Theoretically. Like I said, I’ve been doing this a while . . .

Someone pointed out a little factoid this morning: what happens when SHTF and we can’t charge those e-cigs? Well, we’re already going to have to find ways to recharge other things, and there are plenty of options, so it shouldn’t be an issue. If you plan ahead, of course.

Now, I’m a little old school—or old, take your pick—and I haven’t lived my entire 50 years with the technology we use daily and often take for granted.

This is why I need to get with the program: charging your cigarette pack is just plain sci-fi space age stuff!

Let me think about this for a moment . . .

I’ve been using computers since 1989, although I didn’t own one until 1992. Can’t imagine NOT having one now. Car phones, too, have been around for a while; that’s what they were initially called, and they were plugged into and stayed in one’s vehicle. It was considered tres cool, believe it or not—I had one in, let’s see, 1995 at least. Pretty much haven’t been without one since.

Twenty years of technology—but an e-cig? Odd. Eventually, of course, all bad habits will disappear when SHTF. We’ll all be too busy surviving, or trying to.

Think about it—if you get any of today’s dread diseases and illnesses, you likely won’t survive them, just like our ancestors also didn’t make it through cancer, measles, even pneumonia. Guess you can look at it two ways, probably just as they did: either you enjoy what you have and don’t obsess over “health,” or worry yourself into an early grave anyway.

That’s kind of how I look at smoking, anyway. Over my lifetime so far, I’ve heard of dozens, if not hundreds, of “things that will kill you.” And some of those, depending on the year and the expert, were contradictory!

So do what you want, as long as it works for you, and of course, as long as you’re prepared to quit or carry on, one way or the other.

 

Prep Monday—A Very Hard Thing


Downsizing. We all talk about it, everyone seems to think it’s a good thing . . . But it’s NOT EASY.

 

Bookstore surplus aside, I’m cutting back from nine bookshelves to five. Heh. Nine to five. But which books??? Sure, the old textbooks can go—who was I kidding when I kept some of those? And most of the antique books will be sold anyway, some are already on Ebay.

 

I do have a lot of sentimental things laying around here, too. And those will have to come with us. They may be used, many are being used now, but some, yes, will have to be stored. Sorry, not getting rid of them—the kids may want them someday, or not. Won’t be MY problem, right?

 

Sadly, it’s my problem right now. There are tons of things in the garage that came from the family farm—some can be used, but some . . . I just don’t know. Might be a while before I can go through it all. Yikes. The kids have things here too, come and get ‘em!

 

Clothes are easy, even shoes—I’m not a shoe junkie. Oh, I see them and like them, in ads, in the stores, but I rarely buy them. Unless they’re boots. Okay, maybe I have a slight issue . . . But boots are USEFUL!

 

The kitchen is going to be real problem. Sure, I have things there that I don’t use often, but I DO use them. Sigh. I have a lot of cabinets. A lot. And the china cabinet and antique sideboard? This house won’t have a dining room . . . that means the Mexican pine dining room table and the chairs that Dennis made will have to go too. Unless—hey, wait a minute! Maybe we could enclose the patio for a dining room? Genius!

 

So, you see, this is a project. Huge. We’re already starting to sell off a few things, piecemeal, but have pretty much decided—gulp—that a garage sale is in order. Oh, dear. Last one was, um, about seven years ago. That’s about how long it takes me to recover from one. And I’ve never made more than a few dollars. Sigh.

 

Well, here goes: coming May 24, BIG SALE! And I hope you all come—okay, okay, some of you might find the trip a bit of a distance and all . . . Well, wish us luck! Two years’ planning isn’t too much, I’m thinking, although at this point I could be ready a lot sooner. A lot.