Still Trying To Not Be All Prepper-Like, But ---

                          My Autumn daisies


Lately my head wakes me up around 4:00 a.m. with, "Get up! There's food to bag, online articles about finance and preparedness to read and prepper videos to watch and that huge, messy project aka Cleaning-Out The Bad-Secret Basement."

Oh, and there's Clara's videos. Always, I'll be grateful that prepping led me to my new Internet Grandma, Clara. Have you watched the one where she gave a tour of her home? (Be still my all-things-home-loving heart. Especially appreciated her bedroom, the photos and the Italian opera music.) Or did you see this page with a ton of her cooking videos? Clara's even got me using my oven again. Wow.

There's that feeling now in our Autumn Cool Air that one should prepare for Winter, though this year I'm prepping for more than just a season of bitter cold. And the wild thing? I'm loving the focus and fun of every detail. Hence my brain shaking me awake so early.

Only a handful of my friends feel that something huge is around the corner for our Country--the rest say they'll continue to 'live by faith.' 

But uh-oh! 

'Faith without works is dead.'  (James 2:17)

And 'The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and pay the penalty.'  (Proverbs 27:12)

And 'A wise man thinks ahead; a fool doesn’t.' (Proverbs 13:16)

And -----

I'm trying not to all the time write here about prepping (honest), but it's so on my heart and what's coming is, many of us feel, different than anything we've ever seen before. Plus, I'd hate for you to blame me later for not sounding any sort of a warning. 

Call me crazy--that's ok. But as other of my fellow-crazies are quipping, "I'd rather be wrong and prepared than be wrong and not ready."

Yep. That's it. That's the way I'm feeling.

"While people are saying, "Peace and safety," destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape."   ... 1 Thessalonians 5:3


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While looking through a box of dusty books at a yard sale, I asked Tom to see how much an old ink drawing print was. When he returned, he whispered, "They said they'd take $10." I told him I'd think about it. It was definitely worth $10, but I felt especially cheap that day.  

I found no interesting books so I walked back to the car and there was Tom placing the ink drawing inside-- what a happy surprise!

He said he talked them down to $5.  :)

          (The line toward the left is not as pronounced in real life.)

Anyone else find it as cool as both Tom and I do?



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