I live in apartments currently. I used to live in a house. Long story. For our first three years here, I fought the management about a community garden. Can we have one? No. Why? Round and round.
This year, I stopped fighting. I took my small garden tools from another life, a life past that has yet left relics remaining in my current life. I dug in the bare and barren patches. Neighbors stared. Management staff stared. No one said anything. Some grounds crew pulled up some of my plants. Another neighbor said he knew the guys and would talk to them. I haven’t lost any plants since.
My plants grow poorly this year. The soil is hard and poor. But I can already see the difference my work is making. I could wish I started years ago. But there’s no time for that. So, instead, I tend my little garden I’m not allowed to have and I build relationships with the people who saw me stop asking for permission and start doing.
Your headline definitely caught my attention, so I was happy to see that it didn’t mean you were giving up, but it didn’t bring me comfort either. I admit I’ve been complacent given my location in the PNW where our residential water and electricity has been relatively abundant, and I’ve been extremely thankful. But I’ve continued to follow you knowing that I would need to eventually face reality. I have been heartbroken to read about what you have been going through. I didn’t expect for the trigger here to be completely different—AI consumption. I am downloading your doc now. Thank you for taking the time to make it and be available to us for free.
Yeah, "comfort" isn't exactly the right word. :) But I have to say it's not entirely unpleasant to move entirely out of the anticipatory dread into the "dealing with it" phase, although we would all still prefer to have none of it. I wanted the title to catch people's attention, because the shift feels really important. I'm going to be providing more details soon on rain catchment, because a battery pump with in-line filters should work well once we get it all set up and running. That's been the goal this week.
I'm 78. I've been watching "whatever is clearly happening" for the past 26 years as an expat involved in himanitarian workin 3rd world country 1. It's been so terrifying and dismaying that my dwindling number of U.S contacts are unaware that any changes are even now taking place. I'm glad to be hearing you all think about this. "Whatever it is" has already crossed many tipping points. I struggle to know how to deal with their talking about preventing what has already happened. I'm glad to hear about how you all are experienc8ngbth8s. Yes, it's so important that I not panic. . '
I pulled up everything and moved from the high desert to the PNW because we are in it… I didn’t wait to prep. It’s going to hit here too, Portland will become equivalent to Sacramento.
Only one suggested edit, Lucy/Elizabeth: "Portland IS BECOMING equivalent to Sacramento." Attended a community event (well-attended!) addressing our heating community, and the prognosis is that Sacramento-like temps are coming--are here--for Portland. Glad you wrote.
Collapse is not theoretical any longer. Or maybe it's just getting more widely distributed? At any rate, I'm glad the suspense is over. - All those "odd" things I've been doing and saying since the 1970's (moving to a small island in Cascadia, building a modest home, repairing old vehicles, zero debt, seed saving, deep pantry, self-reliance, living beneath our means, maintaining friendships with competent neighbors, etc.) are looking like I wasn't so crazy after all now that the general perception has finally caught up to what some of us saw as obvious 50 years ago!
I disagree. They have been in a state of cognitive dissonance, and others have finally been starting to see what they have been seeing. Surely you’ve been in that situation before?
Holy crap that is intense and 100. Its messed. I'm in a dense urban environment and I don't have a tight community and I know how at risk I am. I am really trying hard to take the next baby steps but it is hard. I feel like I'm admitting to something that know, but I'm hiding from.
On the bombing, yeah. There's no way it resolved in a peaceful reasonable way. We're living in a time of crisis that is being intentionally made worse and it feels as though there is nothing to do but brace for the collision. Thanks for your writing, it helps.
I have seen it coming for decades. Life got harder after 1987. I couldn't provide insurance for my family anymore and had to be resourceful to provide meals. But things were still sort of normal. In 2004 I had clawed my way up and had a nice home, two cars, and ate out once a week. Good life. But that Christmas I witnessed THE thing that told me it was all over, that the feeling I had for years about massive change ahead and the need to prepare was over and some new reality was now here. I had heard the climate scientists telling us we had a decade to alter our way of living, then it was too late. I stood in a foot of snow on Christmas Eve in 2004, and it was gloriously Norman Rockwell... for a few minutes. Then I got nauseated. It doesn't snow where I lived. Never. It was like having walked into the Twilight Zone and I knew with certainty that something horrible was happening, that all the predictions about climate change were not a hoax. And that other very bad things were coming. I told my son that he and his generation would have to face massive socio economic and life changes, that climate, politics, economics, etc would change everything, that catastrophe was impending. I'm sure he thought I was insane.
In 2006 the economic crash began in various locations. The crash wasn't sudden. Regions felt it before the full bore in 2008. I lost my home, as did scads of others in 2006.
By 2008 I experienced the first time mass closure and firing of an entire staff. Corporate people suddenly showed up, told us the facility was closed- right then- and told us all to exit the building.
I saw lots of other businesses shuttered after that. And most folk I knew suffered job loss and dramatic life changes. Folk over 50 never recovered. Many of us found ourselves going to churches for food, lost everything. Many became homeless or marginally homeless.
We are now in the time I could foresee in 2004. And "prepping" doesn't mean what it did 50 years ago. Now it means mentally adjusting to basic survival mode, able to respond to sudden disaster, accepting that nothing is permanent nor can it be expected to remain stable. Everything is shifting.
It isn't "The End", or some apocalypse. The sky isn't going to open up and Jesus jump through with millions of armed harpies and kill the evil people we hate, and the evangelical klansmen aren't going to be raptured up while witnessing the horror below.
It is, like periods of history before, a time of change. Everything is changing. All the prepping in the world is and will be useless- from rooms full of guns and ammo to the billions of dollars hoarded by the Epstein Class. Those bunkers and bomb shelters are just curiousities and possibly burial chambers for the once wealthy. And those statues and 10 commandments posted on public buildings will come down.
Migration will occur as it has for 100,000 years or more as those border walls are torn down.
It is what happens every so often, and the way new cultures, religions, social systems, and human behavior are birthed. Eventually it may lead to a better life for most.
But in the long interval between now and then prepping means "adapt or die."
In the end you don't need a bunker, a bug out bag, a gun or anything else we have been told we need by marketers, politicians, teachers, or preachers.
All anyone NEEDS is a spot to rest/sleep on, a bowl of something to eat, and a jug of water. Evérything else is just junk, anchors, extra weight to carry. And those three things are for TODAY. Forget the future, the past, or what some book says and adapt, improvise, survive TODAY. Getting that firmly in mind, accepting that, is what “ prepping" is.
Good idea. Stuff with a long shelf life that doesn't require cooking. Or dried oatmeal, etc. That gives one a cushion for a few weeks to months. I keep about one frugal month of such in my room, and a few first aid and medicinal items.
But those things are weight. What if one has to suddenly leave? Iv seen abandoned homes with everything still in them, food still sitting in plates on the table. And known folk who had to suddenly run from a fire, leaving everything behind; and others who had to not return home and disappear with only the clothes on their back and a lighter and pocket knife in their pocket. That happens, a lot.
So I have a plan A, B,C etc type of prepping. If I can survive in place I'm good til I can forage and grow some veggies (I keep seeds).
On my bed is a loaded back pack with clothes, sewing kit, etc. If I have to grab it and run I am ready. If I can throw some sardines and cans in my walker bag I'm good til I can figure out what is obtainable elsewhere and find a spot to sit and sleep.
In the walker, which is always where I am, are light basics- pocket knife with can opener, awl, etc, a lighter and a bit of cotton, cordage, a few tools, a bottle of water, a hard metal pipe and a long sharpened screwdriver for "whatever", etc. If I am away I can just keep going til I find a spot to rest, and never look back.
The key is adapting, and realizing we live in an unstable changing world that can suddenly become dangerous.
Actually, on the night during the beginning of the Pandemic, I heard that people were stripping store shelves…of toilet paper. I laughed about the craziness of such. Then I heard hammers outside. It sounded like it does a few days before a hurricane when folks board up their windows. I looked outside and sure enough there were two neighbors boarding their windows; and my next door neighbor- a normally paranoid tweaker who had boarded his windows earlier- was nailing boards and plywood to raise his fence to about 10 feet. I grinned at first. Then realized that large numbers of unstable humans were acting irrationally out of fear of a perceived threat. It reminded me of those silly zombie movies, only THIS is how real people were acting. I worried then about just how crazy things might get.
Excellent history. I became an environmentalist in the early 70s, and we were already talking about the changes that were coming due to fossil fuel. Friends of mine were already experimenting with solar power, homesteading, and one even developed an electric car that nobody wanted back then. Mostly we were ignored or laughed at. Fast forward 50 years, and there are still climate deniers blocking progress.
I too went through terrible ups and downs with my finances, e.g. having to sell my house to pay my medical bills or else face bankruptcy. I lost my job, became disabled and couldn’t even do part-time work from my transient locations. but the government did not grant me disability benefits for six 1/2 years.
Meanwhile, the richer got richer and people thought everything was going to return to normal; there’s still false hope that someone will create a technology to suck the CO2 out of the air and AI will be miraculous. TRump was going to be their savior. Now, where will these ignorant people turn their anger besides brown and black folks, environmentalists, and immigrants? Countries are not coping with migration now, so how will they deal with it in the future? But it will come.
I’m 72 and ready to die. I wish the younger people well, especially when it is not clear how long the human race can survive the new environmental conditions. In my remaining time I am still trying to get my husband to do some prepping so we can get through short-term emergencies and offer refuge to our poor neighbors.
We have walked in the same steps. I am 71. I always admired the 8 musicians who spent their last hour calming the people on the Titanic. I do similiar with the sicker folk in the nursing home I am in, and try to teach the young staff how to garden, etc.
What a lovely piece of writing! Thank you! It's great to re-realise that we have the opportunity to learn how to cope as we encounter the various challenges that come along. I don’t think we've acted as a whole because problems don't involve us personally. It's when the wheat burns, or the suburb floods, or one's child dies from the heat, that we wake-up. We now live with it. I haven't faced any problems yet, but I have the chance to check on my pumps!
Jessica, you are a seer and a leader, even though you don’t mean to be. I have been following your essays. Thank you for sharing with us what has been your journey, now our journeys too. It’s really great to present from you. Thank you!
I feel you. We moved to the shores of the Great Lakes, acres of fertile land, a big ass greenhouse, spring fed 24/7 ponds, a deep well at the convergence of two hydrological systems, heirloom seed banks, freeze dryer and spare parts, solar and mechanical pumps, medications and antibiotics, EMT training and clinical herbalism degrees, metal casting and blacksmithing, etc. Then we both unclenched for the first time in over a decade. We saw it coming, we quietly covered every base we could, and now we just live in it. It’s actually kind of beautiful, really- we don’t need anything and when you don’t need what Authority provides, they have no hold on you.
My first wife and I moved to a hut in the Hawaii jungles in 1978, anticipating collapse. Ten years later I came back out, had a thirty year career as a masonry contractor, and now live on two acres with my current wife, solar pv and hot water on the roof, another solar setup with batteries in my shop, and we just installed a 10k gallon backup water tank for if/when county water fails. We have fruit trees, gardens full of perennial veggies, and good relationships with competent friends. So minor short to medium glitches won’t bother us much. However we are under no illusions about the big fails: if the barges stop coming, most people—likely including us—will not survive. Meanwhile we are living our lives, enjoying our days and each other and our gardens and our pets and our friends. World wide weirdness is happening but it doesn’t have to erode our equanimity. Thanks for your article. I appreciate your clarity😎
Interesting you mention this. Today a random dude called at my house and offered to buy a water butt I have out front! No way. Not like he couldn't get one down town though.
We garden and preserve. Just got a new flock of chickens. Have two wood stoves for heat. But, as we have realized from storms and legacy electricity issues, when we lose electricity, we lose water from our well. It’s good and deep but the design is inaccessible without the pump. That was a vulnerability that had me concerned. Lehman’s in Ohio has a long skinny well bucket that can be lowered down to bring up two gallons at a time. Not as easy as the pump, of course, but far less expensive ($99 or so) than a crank pump. Problem solved-ish.
We are out in a rural area, so everybody’s got a well. Unfortunately, the power goes out pretty often. This is my first house living with a well, so it has been an adjustment.
I live in apartments currently. I used to live in a house. Long story. For our first three years here, I fought the management about a community garden. Can we have one? No. Why? Round and round.
This year, I stopped fighting. I took my small garden tools from another life, a life past that has yet left relics remaining in my current life. I dug in the bare and barren patches. Neighbors stared. Management staff stared. No one said anything. Some grounds crew pulled up some of my plants. Another neighbor said he knew the guys and would talk to them. I haven’t lost any plants since.
My plants grow poorly this year. The soil is hard and poor. But I can already see the difference my work is making. I could wish I started years ago. But there’s no time for that. So, instead, I tend my little garden I’m not allowed to have and I build relationships with the people who saw me stop asking for permission and start doing.
Way to go! As you know, sometimes you have to push your way through.
Your headline definitely caught my attention, so I was happy to see that it didn’t mean you were giving up, but it didn’t bring me comfort either. I admit I’ve been complacent given my location in the PNW where our residential water and electricity has been relatively abundant, and I’ve been extremely thankful. But I’ve continued to follow you knowing that I would need to eventually face reality. I have been heartbroken to read about what you have been going through. I didn’t expect for the trigger here to be completely different—AI consumption. I am downloading your doc now. Thank you for taking the time to make it and be available to us for free.
Yeah, "comfort" isn't exactly the right word. :) But I have to say it's not entirely unpleasant to move entirely out of the anticipatory dread into the "dealing with it" phase, although we would all still prefer to have none of it. I wanted the title to catch people's attention, because the shift feels really important. I'm going to be providing more details soon on rain catchment, because a battery pump with in-line filters should work well once we get it all set up and running. That's been the goal this week.
I'm 78. I've been watching "whatever is clearly happening" for the past 26 years as an expat involved in himanitarian workin 3rd world country 1. It's been so terrifying and dismaying that my dwindling number of U.S contacts are unaware that any changes are even now taking place. I'm glad to be hearing you all think about this. "Whatever it is" has already crossed many tipping points. I struggle to know how to deal with their talking about preventing what has already happened. I'm glad to hear about how you all are experienc8ngbth8s. Yes, it's so important that I not panic. . '
I pulled up everything and moved from the high desert to the PNW because we are in it… I didn’t wait to prep. It’s going to hit here too, Portland will become equivalent to Sacramento.
Only one suggested edit, Lucy/Elizabeth: "Portland IS BECOMING equivalent to Sacramento." Attended a community event (well-attended!) addressing our heating community, and the prognosis is that Sacramento-like temps are coming--are here--for Portland. Glad you wrote.
Agreed
We all must live together. With your patience, forgiveness, grace and humanity, others are learning from you.
Well done, my friend.
Collapse is not theoretical any longer. Or maybe it's just getting more widely distributed? At any rate, I'm glad the suspense is over. - All those "odd" things I've been doing and saying since the 1970's (moving to a small island in Cascadia, building a modest home, repairing old vehicles, zero debt, seed saving, deep pantry, self-reliance, living beneath our means, maintaining friendships with competent neighbors, etc.) are looking like I wasn't so crazy after all now that the general perception has finally caught up to what some of us saw as obvious 50 years ago!
First you worry about falling. Then you are falling and worry about landing. You land, look around. Ok, get on with it. Odd sort of relief.
I disagree. They have been in a state of cognitive dissonance, and others have finally been starting to see what they have been seeing. Surely you’ve been in that situation before?
Holy crap that is intense and 100. Its messed. I'm in a dense urban environment and I don't have a tight community and I know how at risk I am. I am really trying hard to take the next baby steps but it is hard. I feel like I'm admitting to something that know, but I'm hiding from.
On the bombing, yeah. There's no way it resolved in a peaceful reasonable way. We're living in a time of crisis that is being intentionally made worse and it feels as though there is nothing to do but brace for the collision. Thanks for your writing, it helps.
I have seen it coming for decades. Life got harder after 1987. I couldn't provide insurance for my family anymore and had to be resourceful to provide meals. But things were still sort of normal. In 2004 I had clawed my way up and had a nice home, two cars, and ate out once a week. Good life. But that Christmas I witnessed THE thing that told me it was all over, that the feeling I had for years about massive change ahead and the need to prepare was over and some new reality was now here. I had heard the climate scientists telling us we had a decade to alter our way of living, then it was too late. I stood in a foot of snow on Christmas Eve in 2004, and it was gloriously Norman Rockwell... for a few minutes. Then I got nauseated. It doesn't snow where I lived. Never. It was like having walked into the Twilight Zone and I knew with certainty that something horrible was happening, that all the predictions about climate change were not a hoax. And that other very bad things were coming. I told my son that he and his generation would have to face massive socio economic and life changes, that climate, politics, economics, etc would change everything, that catastrophe was impending. I'm sure he thought I was insane.
In 2006 the economic crash began in various locations. The crash wasn't sudden. Regions felt it before the full bore in 2008. I lost my home, as did scads of others in 2006.
By 2008 I experienced the first time mass closure and firing of an entire staff. Corporate people suddenly showed up, told us the facility was closed- right then- and told us all to exit the building.
I saw lots of other businesses shuttered after that. And most folk I knew suffered job loss and dramatic life changes. Folk over 50 never recovered. Many of us found ourselves going to churches for food, lost everything. Many became homeless or marginally homeless.
We are now in the time I could foresee in 2004. And "prepping" doesn't mean what it did 50 years ago. Now it means mentally adjusting to basic survival mode, able to respond to sudden disaster, accepting that nothing is permanent nor can it be expected to remain stable. Everything is shifting.
It isn't "The End", or some apocalypse. The sky isn't going to open up and Jesus jump through with millions of armed harpies and kill the evil people we hate, and the evangelical klansmen aren't going to be raptured up while witnessing the horror below.
It is, like periods of history before, a time of change. Everything is changing. All the prepping in the world is and will be useless- from rooms full of guns and ammo to the billions of dollars hoarded by the Epstein Class. Those bunkers and bomb shelters are just curiousities and possibly burial chambers for the once wealthy. And those statues and 10 commandments posted on public buildings will come down.
Migration will occur as it has for 100,000 years or more as those border walls are torn down.
It is what happens every so often, and the way new cultures, religions, social systems, and human behavior are birthed. Eventually it may lead to a better life for most.
But in the long interval between now and then prepping means "adapt or die."
In the end you don't need a bunker, a bug out bag, a gun or anything else we have been told we need by marketers, politicians, teachers, or preachers.
All anyone NEEDS is a spot to rest/sleep on, a bowl of something to eat, and a jug of water. Evérything else is just junk, anchors, extra weight to carry. And those three things are for TODAY. Forget the future, the past, or what some book says and adapt, improvise, survive TODAY. Getting that firmly in mind, accepting that, is what “ prepping" is.
Lots of canned food in the pantry. Rotate through your stock.
Good idea. Stuff with a long shelf life that doesn't require cooking. Or dried oatmeal, etc. That gives one a cushion for a few weeks to months. I keep about one frugal month of such in my room, and a few first aid and medicinal items.
But those things are weight. What if one has to suddenly leave? Iv seen abandoned homes with everything still in them, food still sitting in plates on the table. And known folk who had to suddenly run from a fire, leaving everything behind; and others who had to not return home and disappear with only the clothes on their back and a lighter and pocket knife in their pocket. That happens, a lot.
So I have a plan A, B,C etc type of prepping. If I can survive in place I'm good til I can forage and grow some veggies (I keep seeds).
On my bed is a loaded back pack with clothes, sewing kit, etc. If I have to grab it and run I am ready. If I can throw some sardines and cans in my walker bag I'm good til I can figure out what is obtainable elsewhere and find a spot to sit and sleep.
In the walker, which is always where I am, are light basics- pocket knife with can opener, awl, etc, a lighter and a bit of cotton, cordage, a few tools, a bottle of water, a hard metal pipe and a long sharpened screwdriver for "whatever", etc. If I am away I can just keep going til I find a spot to rest, and never look back.
The key is adapting, and realizing we live in an unstable changing world that can suddenly become dangerous.
Watch lots of zombie shows for survival tips. 🤣
Actually, on the night during the beginning of the Pandemic, I heard that people were stripping store shelves…of toilet paper. I laughed about the craziness of such. Then I heard hammers outside. It sounded like it does a few days before a hurricane when folks board up their windows. I looked outside and sure enough there were two neighbors boarding their windows; and my next door neighbor- a normally paranoid tweaker who had boarded his windows earlier- was nailing boards and plywood to raise his fence to about 10 feet. I grinned at first. Then realized that large numbers of unstable humans were acting irrationally out of fear of a perceived threat. It reminded me of those silly zombie movies, only THIS is how real people were acting. I worried then about just how crazy things might get.
Excellent history. I became an environmentalist in the early 70s, and we were already talking about the changes that were coming due to fossil fuel. Friends of mine were already experimenting with solar power, homesteading, and one even developed an electric car that nobody wanted back then. Mostly we were ignored or laughed at. Fast forward 50 years, and there are still climate deniers blocking progress.
I too went through terrible ups and downs with my finances, e.g. having to sell my house to pay my medical bills or else face bankruptcy. I lost my job, became disabled and couldn’t even do part-time work from my transient locations. but the government did not grant me disability benefits for six 1/2 years.
Meanwhile, the richer got richer and people thought everything was going to return to normal; there’s still false hope that someone will create a technology to suck the CO2 out of the air and AI will be miraculous. TRump was going to be their savior. Now, where will these ignorant people turn their anger besides brown and black folks, environmentalists, and immigrants? Countries are not coping with migration now, so how will they deal with it in the future? But it will come.
I’m 72 and ready to die. I wish the younger people well, especially when it is not clear how long the human race can survive the new environmental conditions. In my remaining time I am still trying to get my husband to do some prepping so we can get through short-term emergencies and offer refuge to our poor neighbors.
We have walked in the same steps. I am 71. I always admired the 8 musicians who spent their last hour calming the people on the Titanic. I do similiar with the sicker folk in the nursing home I am in, and try to teach the young staff how to garden, etc.
What a lovely piece of writing! Thank you! It's great to re-realise that we have the opportunity to learn how to cope as we encounter the various challenges that come along. I don’t think we've acted as a whole because problems don't involve us personally. It's when the wheat burns, or the suburb floods, or one's child dies from the heat, that we wake-up. We now live with it. I haven't faced any problems yet, but I have the chance to check on my pumps!
Enjoy life!
It feels like the only way forward!
Never used to worry about ticks. Now I do a tick check every time I go into the garden.
Jessica, you are a seer and a leader, even though you don’t mean to be. I have been following your essays. Thank you for sharing with us what has been your journey, now our journeys too. It’s really great to present from you. Thank you!
Thanks for the supportive words. :)
I feel you. We moved to the shores of the Great Lakes, acres of fertile land, a big ass greenhouse, spring fed 24/7 ponds, a deep well at the convergence of two hydrological systems, heirloom seed banks, freeze dryer and spare parts, solar and mechanical pumps, medications and antibiotics, EMT training and clinical herbalism degrees, metal casting and blacksmithing, etc. Then we both unclenched for the first time in over a decade. We saw it coming, we quietly covered every base we could, and now we just live in it. It’s actually kind of beautiful, really- we don’t need anything and when you don’t need what Authority provides, they have no hold on you.
same. half the country is flooding with tornados / hail ..
the other half.... drought / blazing sun ..
Adaptation is certainly better than ignorance and / or fear, it’s just the speed and scale of change currently that makes adapting daunting
I agree. Adapting and accepting reality often means the opposite of toxic optimism.
My first wife and I moved to a hut in the Hawaii jungles in 1978, anticipating collapse. Ten years later I came back out, had a thirty year career as a masonry contractor, and now live on two acres with my current wife, solar pv and hot water on the roof, another solar setup with batteries in my shop, and we just installed a 10k gallon backup water tank for if/when county water fails. We have fruit trees, gardens full of perennial veggies, and good relationships with competent friends. So minor short to medium glitches won’t bother us much. However we are under no illusions about the big fails: if the barges stop coming, most people—likely including us—will not survive. Meanwhile we are living our lives, enjoying our days and each other and our gardens and our pets and our friends. World wide weirdness is happening but it doesn’t have to erode our equanimity. Thanks for your article. I appreciate your clarity😎
Interesting you mention this. Today a random dude called at my house and offered to buy a water butt I have out front! No way. Not like he couldn't get one down town though.
That's certainly one way to get a barrel, I guess. :)
We garden and preserve. Just got a new flock of chickens. Have two wood stoves for heat. But, as we have realized from storms and legacy electricity issues, when we lose electricity, we lose water from our well. It’s good and deep but the design is inaccessible without the pump. That was a vulnerability that had me concerned. Lehman’s in Ohio has a long skinny well bucket that can be lowered down to bring up two gallons at a time. Not as easy as the pump, of course, but far less expensive ($99 or so) than a crank pump. Problem solved-ish.
I would say so. I just saw someone post about this the other day. Wells are great but the reliance on pumps can be a major concern.
We are out in a rural area, so everybody’s got a well. Unfortunately, the power goes out pretty often. This is my first house living with a well, so it has been an adjustment.
¡ Write On !
good advice ~ Live in the Now