I’ve been thinking of this a little bit lately… what if we had to leave our home in a hurry. No, not because of an impending flood, but for some other reason entirely. For a little background, I guess I ought to say that we’re not all set up to survive for 90 days or two years or whatever. We don’t have a great huge stockpile of anything. Well, except wheat and pink salt. We do have a bunch of both. So, I’ve been sort of glancing here and there in our home — taking a brief mental inventory of…
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Every Thursday morning, like clockwork, our trash-man rolls down the lane to gather this week’s investment in a local landfill from our trash bin. Every two months a billing for this service shows up in our mailbox. Each week, as I shop for our groceries, I realize there are going to be additional costs to these groceries beyond the initial purchase price. I’m going to have to pay to drive them home, pay to store them in the fridge, pay to store them in jars or whatever, pay to cook them, pay to wash the pots and pans, pay to…