Missouri « Robin Writes

Well, while all this remodeling has just been a barrel of laughs, a super fun activity and all that, this week’s post is brought to you by Paperwork.

Sigh.

It’s not bad enough that January 1st brings the beginning of the month, which means a few hours doing royalty statements for RHP, but it also brings the beginning of the year or rather, in my case, the END of the year.

And that means accounting, personal and business, and taxes, and this year the FAFSA, and a health insurance issue—see last week—and de-decorating the house from Christmas.

Sigh.

So my husband is down at the farm, batching it and eating crap, but most importantly, he’s tiling the office and bedroom and finishing the last bedroom wall.

And that’s a big HALLELUJAH, but it also means that very soon I can start dragging some furniture down there so I can move down the boxes I’ve packed that are starting to fill up the garage again.

And the living room.

Yes, got a bit ahead of myself.

But really, I saw no point in putting non-holiday stuff back up on the mantel, etc., when I’d just have to take it down again. Besides, it’s almost time to put the house on the market and we’ve got a few minor repairs and things to do here.

Much easier without the clutter.

So, no pics, no exciting stories of my sorta/kinda ineptitude with paint and so forth, but just know that I’m thinking about all that endless tile while I sit here, buried in paperwork . . .

Oh, I still hear a lot of prepper ideas and plans and things, but has anyone else noticed that the sky doesn’t appear to be falling these days?

We had some tense moments in 2015, like Jade Helm and the economy and the Pope’s visit with Congress and the UN and whatnot, but it’s now 2016 and there haven’t been any dramatic differences.

Huh. Maybe ISIS just settled down for the holiday or folks are still chugging holiday spirit . . .

As for me, I’ve been watching and waiting. Watchful waiting. Whatever. I never expected, really, to have to throw stuff in the truck and take off, but I could have if it had come to that. But, while my Facebook feed has slowed down a bit, as well as the media, both mainstream and otherwise, I’m still plugging along.

I have a garden planned for the spring, and the means to get it planted and fenced.

I have alternate power sources.

I have plenty of stored consumables and other things.

I’ve been hoping all along that things will hold off until we’re “ready,” and it looks like that’s going to be the case. Or not. But I am at the point where that “or not” doesn’t seem as scary.

And you know, while writing and researching my book series was enough to scare the bejeezus out of me, I’m still convinced that things—in general, I mean, politically and economically—are going to get worse.

And that’s what prepping is about.

Then, too, I’m at that point in life where I want to do what *I* want to do, and be out in the woods and be self-sufficient. That’s the plan, and I’m sticking to it.

And, too, when something happens, I’ll be ready. I’m not going to scour the Internet for the crazies and report on every single conspiracy theory, but I’m still checking my sources, the ones I trust, and I’m still keeping an eye out.

You probably should, too.