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.
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:
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.