"Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it."
It’s an old story, often repeated. And although we don’t know the ending, the middle chapters are all too familiar.
Mr. b isn’t particularly onboard with prepping and would make lame jokes about my feelings on where the nation was headed. Last night, he came and stood there looking at me for the longest and finally said more and more of what I’ve been saying is coming true. Baby steps, baby steps.
The neighbor was cleaning out his shed today and asked if I wanted anything because it was going to the trash. I tried to explain why he might reconsider the “useful” items. He sort of agreed but who knows what he’s throwing out. I did come home with a lawn mower (electric but hey) and some flower pots. Not really into container gardening but I might need to garden inside one day.