Elaine and I have a delightful day planned.
She’s sleeping in a bit; as much as Zeus-the-Cat will permit. I’ve been out in my shop-office, doing a couple of hours of research. And arguing whether I should write a column for this morning, or not. (Writing seems to be winning.)
This is an odd Thanksgiving because there is a vision of Future that wonders if this is the Last One.
If there’s a first, mathematics offers there may also be a last. Proof? Name 3-surviving Chacoan cultural holidays? We’re on that freeway, Bubba.
Two large-scale conflicts are on the radar. From these few headlines, you may be able to connect the dots:
- China’s Top Movie Ever is War Epic About U.S. Defeat (bloombergquint.com). Just the kind of thing you’d expect a savvy national government to do…if there were plans to re-unify and maybe drive territorial expansion further.
- Russia’s population, too, is being similarly groomed. Will Putin Invade Ukraine? Russians Are Being Told to Get Used to the Idea. And Ukraine is acting more aggressively now with additional U.S. support and the backing of the EU-NATO: Ukraine launches ‘special operation’ on Belarus border.
While these indicators alone don’t spell a difficult Thanksgiving next year, they are useful to consider. Since holidays, at least for Elaine and me, offer a chance for us to kick-back and see how well-prepared we are to meet an uncertain future.
On Futuring and Turkey
There’s a fair bit of historical revisionism in play around the holiday. Pick up the Wiki read from here.
For us, Holidays are like break-points. Like when you’re on a trip and you arrive at a destination, like back in our sailing days.
You secure the boat, find the nearest HBR (hot buttered rum) dispensary, and then start planning the next leg of your adventure.
Holidays are a kind of “temporal arrival” – and just like sailing, the planning is already underway for the next leg of this voyage of Life. Short hop, next one. We’ll be pulling into Christmas. And there’s barely enough room between Christmas and New Year to do much other than take out the garbage, reload the fridge, do a wine store drive-by, and decide which part of the arsenal will greet 2022. (Choices have, over 70+ years, included everything from sparklers to half-sticks.)
The research I’ve been working on this morning relates not just to “How will 2022 be different?” Frankly, don’t much give a damn.
What does matter, is how WE will have to be different in order to successfully navigate this one. Since each year is a different run of the Darby Queen.
The Big Pieces are slowing being stitched into a view. From there, rational planning benchmarks become useful, then procurement, and so forth.
“Which Relates to T-Day, How?”
Aha! Food. Water.
We’re thinking 2022 may be when critical infrastructure related not just to the supply chain in general, but food in particular, may be about to go drifty on us.
Buddy next door dropped by for a “Howdy” Wednesday. And interestingly, he’s talking about raising some food up at his place, too. Plus, since we both sold off some timber this year, we’re looking at pasturing and maybe running a few head.
Come to find out, the wild pigs have really been running hard on land east of us, and the neighbor’s seen some scat on his cleared area, so we know protein will be available, almost no matter what.
While he’s planning a 300-400 meter range (ours is barely long enough for battle sighting) we’re both getting serious about gardens. Which is tantamount to the “War on Critters.” Humans aren’t the only ones that get hungry.
We’ve kicked around some fencing ideas, and a few head of cattle each, well, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
Next feller up the road from us does cutting and wrapping for deer, so we’ll need to talk to him about whether he’ll cut and wrap pig or cow – when time comes.
A review of Mike Oehler’s book The Earth Sheltered Solar Greenhouse Book was done this week. Need to have a “plum wine consult” with Oilman2 about design. Texas is hot as hell for 120-days a year, but much better the rest of the time. The design hip shot will put digging down far enough to lay in 8″ PVC pipe and 12 or 24 volt fans to use earth as heatsink while limiting greenhouse temps to the 90-F range.
Design jury is still out on whether we’ll be able to do that with single glazing, or double, but time will tell.
Same with the “Lettuce room” which will be a bolt-on to the side of the studio. That’ll be our first exposure to using ground screws for a foundation. Won’t be a terribly heavy-built structure…but our thinking is advancing nicely.
Food Security a Reality in 2022?
Seems almost laughable. Elaine and I will be throwing our small bird in the oven around 11 AM today. Here I am doing plans to produce (if necessary) all of our own food from mid 2022 on, if need be. We have lots of solar resources, but when you start thinking this way, where does the prepping end?
It’s one thing – prepping for an uncertain future – to store a few extra rolls of toilet paper, cases of beans and sacks of rice. But, how far is reasonable to press Food Security in the year ahead?
Seeds are cheap. It doesn’t take but a few books to install the farmer plugin between Ure ears. MiracleGro has a pretty good one: Guide to Growing Delicious Vegetables Fruits & Herbs.
Point I was getting to? Holidays like this (and sure, una copa de vino, maybe) are great for playing that mental chess game 5 and 6 moves ahead.
For example, if prepping, do you load up on 20-20-20 fertilizer or roll with 3-3-3? (Correct answer: 20-20-20 or 30-30-30 if only on a two-season use horizon, otherwise less mineral buildup with 3-3-3 although it’s not as “strong.”)
So rolls the day.
Markets and Ahead
Yeah, so in a world without an internet and sketchy power, what do you buy if you have money, but the world is cracking up around you? Food and water security, surveillance drones, and touch up the iron sights?
Had a good talk with my buddy the Major this week. Told of friends of theirs who hadn’t been to Seattle in like 10-years. They came to the city for a medical specialist. They were appalled and disgusted. The homeless, the filth, the entitled bullshit… All serving to wreck Seattle as a decent place to live in 10-years of Marxist Socialist drug and free lunch peddlers. Pretty disgusting.
He made it sound so bad I had to ask one of Elaine’s boys about it, last night.
“You just have to get used to it. Going to a soccer game, you’re going to park near the tents of homeless, needles are everywhere, people will be panhandling you nonstop. But we just go to the game and enjoy it…and get out of the filth as quickly as we can…”
Areas south of Seattle are becoming notorious for their street crimes and car-jackings, too. Really disgusting.
There’s a full-court press on from Soros stooges, the Kremlin, and leader for life Xi on down, throughout the international apparatchik to take down the U.S.
So, while we nurse our mimosas with steak and eggs for breakfast today, I’ll remind you again:
Whether this is America’s last Thanksgiving remains to be seen.
Write when you get rich,