To be prepared for a crisis, every Prepper must establish goals and make long-term and short-term plans. In this column, the SurvivalBlog editors review their week’s prep activities and planned prep activities for the coming week. These range from healthcare and gear purchases to gardening, ranch improvements, bug out bag fine-tuning, and food storage. This is something akin to our Retreat Owner Profiles, but written incrementally and in detail, throughout the year. We always welcome you to share your own successes and wisdom in your e-mailed letters. We post many of those –or excerpts thereof — in this column, in the Odds ‘n Sods Column, and in the Snippets column. Let’s keep busy and be ready!
Jim Reports:
We had another snowy but fairly restful week, here at the Rawles Ranch.
The Jet Stream has been over the top of us, about half the time, for the past couple of weeks. So… I did a lot of snow plowing. I had to be out there almost daily, to keep up. Lily and I also drove a half-mile down the road to one of our nearest neighbors, to plow their road open. They bought that property less than a year ago, and they are still living mostly out of state. They are hoping to move up here full-time, this summer. We want to keep their road passable for them, for when they come up for a planned ski trip, in February.
As an aside, I’d like to reiterate my thanks to the more than 100 readers who responded to my annual post on Tuesday, requesting Ten Cent Challenge subscriptions. Several folks sent $100, one sent $200, and one gent sent $365–presumably as a “catch-up’ payment for a decade of reading the blog without subscribing. Your generous support is greatly appreciated!
Both our half-grown puppies and our cats have been getting into mischief. With all of them spending so much time indoors in the cold weather, I suppose this was inevitable. Surprisingly, the newly-arrived interloper dogs and the well-established cats haven’t many outright conflicts. They seem to have some sort of truce in effect. The cats have strategically moved to higher ground: The top of the piano, on a tall cabinet, and perched up on the backs of our ancient couch and our aging Barcalounger. I’m not sure if they will ever be on friendly terms, but for now, they seem to be coexisting without destroying the house.
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