survivors

Let’s face it.  A very little stands between our comfortable, complicated lives and a simple, brutal existence, foraging for our very survival.  Perhaps my frail mental state helps to blur the lines between reality and television, but with my capacity for abstract thought, I can surmise on the possible future resulting from current economic, social, and political trends.  It, my friends, is ugly.  Frightening.  And highly uncomfortable.

“SURVIVORS” on BBC

We are a soft, flabby, incapable, pansy society.  We may be well-trained in various fields of science and technology.  Worlds may rise and fall with pushes of buttons by our ultra-educated minds.  We have been raised and trained for greatness.  Our aim in life is mainly self fulfillment and outstanding success.  As a people group, we have amassed greater knowledge, expertise, and ambition than quantifiable.

And we are useless.

We enjoy our amenities to a fault.  In a world empty of what we today consider necessities, we would be lost.  At survival, we would not last at length.

In a warped response to various end of the world TV series and apocalypse genre movies, I have been considering what it would take to keep myself and those I love safe, healthy, and marginally comfortable.  The conclusion reached is that with the resources I have at my disposal, I would fare poorly.  However, with the resources I have at my disposal, I believe I can prepare myself to be capable.  I want to be able to provide fresh produce in some measure.  I want to be able to prepare food in less than desirable circumstances.  I want a house with a daggum basement!  O, that’s another post for another time.  Related, but other.

So far, this is what I have:

my garden

Not much, but with expectations at little to none, I hope to not despair if I harvest nothing this year.  I have a tendency to kill green things inadvertently.  We shall see…

Hopefully what we see is lettuce, carrots, onions, broccoli, peas, beans, tomatoes, and various squash/melon type fruits.  Or a collection of 1, 2, or more of the aforementioned produce.

Or you will see me in a vegetative state due to a mental breakdown induced by my sheer inability to cope with failure.

Either way: vegetables happen.  It’s a win/win situation.

tomatoes