Just did the TEOTWAWKI weekend prep. As a background, I live on an Army base. (And, yes, I have places to go in the Country as well.)
The Schedule went like this:
Morning prayers is how it started. It was just my Son and I. (My Wife is an atheist, so she doesn’t pray. She does get heard in our prayers.) We gave thanks to our Savior, the Lord, Jesus Christ.
Morning PT or Physical Training. My son and I wrestled and boxed. I personally have very well respected credentials in this, for most. My son is very safe.
We also did some strategy training. My son and I played “Army Men” together. He has a castle made out of plastic, along with a bunch of figures. It was a good time. We discussed “castle strategy” and defense in groups. No offensive measures were discussed; that meant going outside defensive perimeters was prohibited. There was lots of laughter and discussion.
Food Time: Meal 1
At Breakfast we had oats and yogurt. We discussed how these foods are made. Farming and livestock was the discussion at the table that morning. We used an electric burner to cook; it can be hooked up to batteries replenished by solar power.
My son helped me scrub the bathroom with more laughter and jokes again. We got it done. It was a semi-respectable bathroom. Also, a neighbor’s kid came over. Snow forts and digging was the theme of the hour. Fun and laughter was had.
Food Time: Meal 2,
Stored pasta and tinned tomatoes with some fish thrown in. I believe my four year old might have eaten more than his grown up dad, at this meal incidentally.
We went for a hike to the local Farmer’s Market. Fresh produce and some toys were had. We made connections and had some laughter and fun.
Food Time: Meal 3,
Outdoor propane grill that can be converted into wood burning was used to cook meat and snacks. Another neighbor joined in. I let the kids cook the snacks. We talked about how to use fire safely. Chicken raising talks were a must as well.
Inside the house:
We did picture books, talked about plants, predators, as well as game. So much laughter.
Giving our thanks; and then we got some rest. There was no TV or electronics.
It started out long, and at the end we wanted more. We had so much fun and laughter.
That night my child cried for milk. I went to the store earlier in the week. Fresh milk was available. We even have powdered milk enough to last six months or more. Beyond that, well…
I told my son what is was like to raise a cow, to care for it, and feed it and how much work is put into that cow for the milk it provides. It dawned on me that we have no cow.
I let him cry for milk because I was tired. It was only for a few minutes until I got up and poured him a hearty glass of milk to fill his belly and help him grow strong. I will never forget him crying, for in those moments I wondered what I would do if there were no stores and we had no cow. How many fathers and mothers will hear those cries in the coming future? I thought of all the smiling, carefree faces of parents that I saw today, and I wondered what they would do for a glass of milk when their child has been crying for hours at sometime in the days ahead when they have no milk and have no cow.
I reminisced about my life and the decisions I made to get me to this level of self sufficiency with 180 days of food. After that, well… I have a rifle, many in fact. I can hunt and fish. We will eat deer and scrounge the forest for wild raspberries. That’s delusional thinking.
“The successful places in the years are those tied to meaningful relationships to food production”. -James Howard Knustler
The vast majority of friends and family are so under-prepared in every way. Some of them are unaware of a country called Venezuela. It’s south of the border. You and I could drive there in less than a week, provided you have enough gas in your pickup. Last I heard, people of that place have killed animals in their local zoo. I even heard they are killing their own cats and dogs to feed themselves sometimes. It’s called hyperinflation. That means current monies used by them have no buying power. They need to do what they have to.
Summing it up
It’s time to spread my and your wings and build ties in a small farming community. That’s how I see it. Milk has value. Paper does too, especially to start a fire. As for other things of “value” right now… well you can decide on your own.
The way of the future is the warrior-farmer, in no particular order. It’s the new vocation for the future. There ain’t no two ways around it, by my estimation.
These are some of my thoughts after spending a weekend in “The End Of The World As We Know It” scenario with my family.
I look forward to your comments. God Bless,
Sheepdog and Son