Prepper's Blind Alley

Well, hello. It sure has been a long haul folks. Talk about being prepared.
I am not saying this can happen to anybody, as I seem to have a particular
knack for getting into trouble like some nineteen-year old boy.. well you
who have those know what I mean. On November 4th, I was out of my mother’s
house not realizing quite that I was about to journey somewhere totally
different. I spent one week in the Holiday Inn as far as my funds would take
me, and a friend kindly paid my phone bill as I desperately searched for a
solution not quite resolved that I was leaving the state. This is the second
time Massachusetts has done its best to kick me out. Life seems to have many
strange turns doesn’t it? I thought I was prepared for anything except this
circumstance. The last Sunday, I spent the last weekend really, with
friends. One who came to see me the other who took me to dinner….actually
both took me out. I almost don’t recall what I had as all thoughts were on
my situation. On the sixteenth I went to Logan airport and took a flight to
Indiana where some of our kind preppers took me in with my guide dog Harpo
who is with me. It is an adventure, and I suppose I have to view this in
that way since the alternative would have been that our country would have
seen the first blind beach bum in Florida. If you think you are prepped for
everything, think again. I have some things in storage in Massachusetts, and
some here, and hope to get all here soon via other friends bailing me
out…a couple of good cab drivers rented a u-haul to get my stuff and
mother’s here in Indiana, and still, there is stuff left in Mass. for them
to ship, so again worry about cash…. I am not sure where I go from here
except there is one appointment with the local rehabilitation agency to see
if I can either get work or housing of my own…meanwhile, it is here on the
farm where there are kind folks and loads of animals here…It really came
to the point I had few choices as I looked for six hundred apartments on the
weekend before I left which were supposed to be subsidized, but there were
no openings anywhere. I also went to five agencies in Boston where they all
passed the buck….three agencies for the disabled, and two housing
agencies. This took all day, but no results that were favorable were to be
had. I was really quite discouraged to think that all that cash I spent to
go in was for absolutely nothing and nobody cared that I was going to be
homeless including the shiftless trustee for my mother’s accounts. She is no
good, and currently holds all our mail….and I reported her to mailing
inspectors this week. I wish I could have done more done something to the
lawyer who appointed this incompetent. Anyway, we are safe, and much thanks
goes to my prepper friends in Indiana, and all of you for supporting us.
Also special Thanks big to Steve Quayle who told me years ago to save with
gold which I cashed in to get me out of my situation and here to
Indiana….If Steve hadn’t said that I should for worse times, then I would
now be out on the streets. Also big thanks to tom who found this farm and
the folks who have been kind to me…Thanks again to all. Alleycat on my
camp cot with Harpo at my feet.

sad today. I am coming to the end. I found out that the trustee wanted to
put me in home next to hers, and wrote finally, told her what I think how
she has destroyed my life…and possibly my valued relationship with my
beloved guide dog school. She has done this and they know what trouble I
have had with housing here. So folks have offered to take me in, and I leave
November 16 for a new life… I am so upset wrote to the school begged for
support. I am hopeful this will happen but don’t know. I told the trustee
she has destroyed my life, and things she has done to me. I told her unless
she intends to cooperate and buy me land and put a nice home on it, forget
it. I said how this is not my best interests and the worst thing any person
has ever done to me. Folks, thank you for listening. I have never been in so
much trouble, and have had thirteen lawyers to try to get rid of the
problem, to no avail. Guess whatever time we have left will be spent on my
part trying to get laws changed more in favor of the disabled who are
powerless against lawyers and trustees who get to do what they please. I
lose over two hundred thousand dollars to them. best to all, and keep
prepping. Karen “Alleycat” and Harpo who doesn’t know if he can retire now
that this witch has loused our lives.

This weekend was thinking how we all put things away for some distant future
event that may or may not happen. This weekend, I spent doing it for
real….got out my best pack…took all kitchen equipment I thought I could
use and put into the pockets…got out my tent and lashed my sleeping bag to
the pack along with the tent. And then, I stood back and thought some
more…my new sleeping pad, mattress got folded and tried ahead to make sure
it inflated and put into the pack. Here is my bug out packs…my medical
pack, my kitchen pack with tiny stoves and necessary matches etc. pots pans,
my knives, compass, etc. my sleeping bag, tent, and self-inflating mattress.
Next, here is my food packs with food for Harpo good for a month, mine a
week or two, and one pack of clothing for the winter.. worry about summer
when it comes. Make sure you have hats, gloves, socks goes with you…not to
forget as our winter is cruel here. I think hey if can’t stand it may become
the first blind beach bum… But at least my bug out bags are ready. Got one
suitcase ready in case I do get the chance to train with another guide
dog… Other stuff camp furniture goes into storage if I get apartment, or
maybe if I don’t can haul just so much around and with packing Harpo’s stuff
and mine, need four wheels to drag away, a car. His stuff consists of:
medication heartworm meds, mosquito meds. towels, a couple of toys…bones
for chewing, his food in another pack, his grooming equipment… God knows
like packing for a kid. He has his own bags besides mine. Of course his
metal dishes too two barrels of food…small ones to fit someplace. That is
all…enough can’t cart all out in one pack impossible. Other stuff for
storage are footlockers if I can’t find someplace to live here. Well, that
is all…everybody get ready…soon something big comes our way…many
choices as to what will be, but feel it in my bones….Karen and Harpo the
great dog who sits through ten dental surgeries last two years!!

Having trouble finding apartments folks. The first cottage looked at was
okay, but the kids of the owner didn’t want to rent at all. Their father
wanted to rent. So an argument ensued. The second cottage we are still
waiting since two doctors own it having reservations about rental to a blind
woman…and they are in Asia still waiting for replies. Third apartment, not
suitable since was a basement apartment, too narrow stairs for working my
dog in harness a quick exit to take him out in the morning would be
impossible. I am not crazy about renting forced by the scuzzy trustee who
wouldn’t purchase land I had picked up north. I am not sure where I am going
from here if all doesn’t work except possible media campaign, and also the
court. This is the worst situation I have ever been involved with the lawyer
and trustee no good. I’d love to can them both, and have control of cash
almost $200 thousand dollars of my mother’s money at their disposal!! They
took that away from me when she went on Medicaid…great. So, I have
nothing….just social security nothing…. If all doesn’t work maybe just
don’t know what should be done…. Offers to go out west but said I’d try
this first see if court can decide, and I was also advised by a housing
agency not to leave the premises until an eviction, which I will do if
apartments don’t work make sure I get evicted so can bring in the media to
witness a blind woman getting evicted from the house should stir up
something…. Wish me luck. I only have until November sixth until all hell
gets lose. Karen and Harpo “Alleycat”

Good evening..or morning, afternoon to all. This is Alleycat here with some
final comments maybe until the fine day when I become homeless for a fifth
time in my life. Would you love to know why people like me become homeless?
Well, read on, be entertained, involved, or disgusted, curious, or whatever
the feeling is after I finish explaining my current predicament. It all
started several years ago when my x-husband kicked me out of our apartment,
and my mother got me out of a hotel to come back to the east coast,
thankfully. but little did I know I would be at the stage I am at right now.
In 2007, I noticed some strange things going on with my mother. She was 82
at that time, and she was doing some things I did not understand. My mother
was always a down-to-earth person but very artistically gifted. She was
initially trained as a bookkeeper and worked when she was young as a banker,
and also for a brokerage firm. Then she married my Dad and they settled into
domestic bliss and had us kids. My brother is out of the picture now, as he
decided to rob me a year ago, and we had to kick him out, the cops and a
trustee that was here. We will get to this. In December of 2007 and before
this, my mother had forgotten some of her great gourmet skills in the
kitchen, and that stumped me for a time. Then she began to get lost in the
car, and I realized what I was dealing with. Finally she stripped the brakes
and steering in the car after being lost one more time, and I quietly took
the keys away and we got rid of the car. It was shortly after this that she
was having falls in the house, and I had to call the Emt’s to take care and
pick her up for me. She was falling everywhere…in the house. On the fourth
fall, she needed rehabilitation as I found out it was the same arm she fell
on all the time and she was getting to the point she couldn’t use it any
more. While in there a very good friend whose father had Alzheimer’s while
he was alive, said this was my time to get my mother permanently installed
into the nursing home, and I worked at this for a while handing papers to
the lawyers. In the meantime, the lawyers decided to make me and my mother
sign these trust papers. I read them, and somehow it didn’t occur to me I
could get stuck with a witch to take the trust money which was a substantial
amount in her care. Until that moment, I had been doing all my mother’s
stuff, like cooking, cleaning, and yes doing her bills for her making out
the checks as I have machinery to help me do paperwork with the vision
problem. This trustee which now has this account, was supposed to account to
me how the cash was spent but unethically, she hasn’t accounted in writing
for one penny of it. When I had the account, I knew every penny and kept
track of it for those two years. So this lawyer took it away from me and my
mother, and she went into the home on Medicaid and her social security and
there is nothing left for either one of us. The house here has been sold,
but I don’t have access to that account left by the trustee to rot and she
sits on it as if it will lay an egg. I mean it. I don’t get much out of her
at all and have to beg for cash for groceries. The cash from the house will
be minus the realtor fee and any taxes etc after the sale is complete but
again I say, I will not have access to that account, and the lawyer has put
the trustee’s name on my mother’s house so I never got to own anything. This
isn’t what my mother wanted to see me in poverty and it isn’t ethical that
is my view. Sure, maybe they were trying to keep the house to be taken by
the nursing home, I really don’t know as these people don’t make an
accounting of anything or answer any of my questions I have had for two
years about this whole affair. I once handed the trustee 20 questions on
e-mail for her to answer and she ignored me her attitude all these two years
she has been doing this. I feel, and the “good” lawyer I now have feels that
the third lawyer the troublemaker, doesn’t want to deal with my disability.
This is the tip of a large looming iceberg. The first lawyer my mother’s
after twenty years said he didn’t want the responsibility so he left. The
second lawyer I hired made weird remarks about my disability so I canned
her, the third lawyer said after we got the new septic in if that didn’t go
well the house would be condemned and I would only have ninety days to get
out and she doesn’t care where I go. How nice she is!! Then, the fourth
lawyer I hired to see if he could do anything about the third lawyer and the
nasty cold icy trustee who is very controlling of my life…so there is the
story. If all cannot be resolved, and I meet with the fourth lawyer tomorrow
and asked him to see if the trust could be dissolved, which I don’t think it
can, then folks I must find right away a place to go by November 1st with
this house being sold and no provisions for where I should go or end up by
the trustee. On my tiny Social Security check which is half of today’s rents
for apartments I am not sure what to do. I have spent the last few weeks on
the web until I drop from exhaustion looking for very cheap apartments which
still exist. I bet they’re not in good neighborhoods as the rent is also
small with today’s inflationary prices. Wish me luck, and if you believe in
God, say a few prayers for me. I am in turmoil as I also gave up some dear
pets this weekend to foster care which I must pay for each month for their
care and don’t know if I will ever see them again. This is my story. If
anybody wants to help me in any way, please feel free contact me at
karenb74@comcast.net. I shall say goodbye for now. Perhaps there will be
other posts for a month as I continue my battles until it is the last day
and I must leave my mother’s old house for good. Alleycat wishes you all
well….she is sneaking down the dark alley again as another alleycat has
kicked her out of her usual spot just inside the old warehouse she likes to
haunt…The gray alleycat rushes down the dark alley until she cannot be
seen any more…..meow!!! as she catches a mouse since her cat food ran
out!! Dinner has arrived…

Hello, have you been considering what it will be like once things go
downhill, and you are spending more time in your home alone? Hey, is it like
the movie “Home Alone” or will you have enough to occupy your mind? Will you
deal with being alone all the time and take pleasure in it? Those are part
of preparation too as well as physical preps we all are familiar with. As
for me, since many people ignore me anyway, I am again becoming used to
being alone all the time. There are only two people I see once a week, and
when I leave this place there will be even fewer probably. I am on the
computer a lot, typing e-mail, but even this probably won’t be happening as
I have no income to pay for it basically. In a space of about three to six
months I am sure once funds are gone, then I also will have nothing to pay
utilities. I am not sure what I will do, but the prospect of being alone
used to loom large with me because I had my Mom for so long. But I look back
to a time when I had apartments and I was alone all the time then too. It
isn’t that I’m not social, haven’t tried with sighted people, on the
contrary. Many blind folks stick to other blind people and don’t bother with
the sighted for social activities. I belonged to clubs, and took classes at
adult education groups for ages, and found no good friends. I went sailing
at a club on the Charles River, and hoped people would adjust to my being
there, but nope that just never happened. It is one thing for a blind person
to try, and it is another whether sighted people get by their morbid
curiosity to think of you as a real friend. That is the way it is.
Therefore, I am used to being alone again, after my mother went into the
nursing home I mourned, and I was lonely. Now I am used to it again and it
has taken that two years to adjust. I am searching for land to put a cabin
or trailer on, and when I find it, it will be time for me to go. I am
constantly looking, and this will mean more isolation for me…but it is
okay. I have a plan. I stick to routines in the morning, feed my animals and
me, and do things around the house…then if I move will start my gardens
again too, and that takes time and effort as we all know. After that since I
am always getting older I won’t have to worry if I have too much energy to
expend. I have always listened to radio while I work, and will continue as
long as it can be heard. I have some books I can read if bored, and that is
enough I guess. There are always chores to be done to keep me busy. It would
be good if you had a plan things to keep you busy as the time may come when
you too will be alone. Sighted people don’t have to worry about being alone
as much as the disabled who are ignored, but in this case as society breaks
down, guess what? I think we now will have the advantage, and not lose our
minds over it. Sighted people are so used to being out and around others. I
tried for twenty years to fit in, and I am about done with that. I send mail
out to other blind people and I write here. But when I find land, I will not
be able to afford the mail access on the computer, and I won’t be going to
the library to get it or anywhere else for that matter often. I have
appreciated the fact that I was allowed to have this blog, and the great
effort put into that. I am letting you know that, and I am looking forward
to a time when my own name is on a piece of land will give me
satisfaction…In the meantime, think about what your plan will be when you
can’t socialize as much as you do now, if we have a war, or breakdown of our
country and you are out there in your retreat by yourself. Hey, keep a pack
of cards around or things to do to occupy your time. Solitaire is an option
when bored. Alleycat and furry friends.

I went to the reunion of our guide dog school, the Seeing Eye of Morristown,
New Jersey which was our eightieth. It went well and the grads I think all
in all had a good time. The hotel was difficult to get around, but there was
plenty of staff help from both the volunteers and the Seeing eye staff.
Friday was the banquet and we had plenty of workshops plus a catered lunch
under a large tent Friday afternoon. The weather was sort of bad with the
hurricane going by but we survived. There were 170 dogs present. During the
banquet we had awards given to trainers who had been with the school for
twenty to forty-two years and the history of those awards was told to us.
After that dinner and each grad could introduce themselves and their dogs
and where they came from what state they were from. The third segment was a
country singer who had witnessed one of our classes as a special favor and
then written two songs about the relationship between us and our dogs which
appears on a new CD…and her name is Sarah Boch. Or last name forget how to
spell that. She is from Nashville and had met our president, his wife, and a
friend of mine who has a company that makes gps for the blind and he’s been
appointed to our board too so he was at the head table with our president
and his wife. That ended Friday. Saturday was trivia games about the history
of the school, and other workshops and a walking tour I didn’t do as the
weather was getting nasty. Sunday I came home. This week we have realtors
again in this house which is a pain, and I think I have the weekend to
myself. I’m still searching for somewhere to go, and that is hard with low
income. Almost found a mobile but found lot rental was too much for the
lowered social security thing we’re subjected to in other states other than
Massachusetts or other states getting good checks. I wouldn’t care except no
job. Anyway, I spent most of the afternoon trying to teach Harpo about a new
carrier I bought for him and beginning to train him to it so he has
somewhere to go when strangers are in the house…this consists of trying to
make it pleasant such as throwing toys, and treats into the carrier and
praising him like crazy. If this is done over time, he will think it’s a
good place to be…He already volunteered to go in himself looking for
treats and tried his new bed a cushioned thing in there so it is off to a
good start. I don’t think it will be hard after a week or two to ask him to
go into his new “bed”. I have also taken him to my vet, and speaking of
survival, got another lump looked at and tested on him. But it turned out to
be benign, thank goodness. Meanwhile, I am considering an early retirement
for my boy and will keep him as a pet since this trip was very stressful for
him, other dogs did better than him since he’s not used to other dogs and
barked some. The trainers were on his neck all weekend and that was
stressful for me too. He doesn’t like long trips away from here apparently,
something I didn’t know about him before…and besides that I would be
retiring him as a kindness to him at age eleven and hope he gets time to
just be a dog before he goes. I’d like it if I were accepted for a class at
the school soon so this could happen but one never knows as there is a huge
waiting list and they are already scheduled for January but was told if I
hurried maybe get accepted for the January class. I won’t know until the
paperwork is done, need to get a medical off to the school once the
paperwork arrives to fill out. The new Seeing Eye class will soon begin for
September after a couple of weeks off for the staff down there and continue
until a brief break at Christmas and then January class begins and onward
through the winter into spring, and summer again.Then, will I have two dogs
in this house plus sixteen pigs. Stay tuned to find out. After the medical
reports go to the school on me, then I hold my breath and await to see if
I’m going to be accepted for class. This will be my fifth dog….if this
happens. Karen and Harpo who may retire soon and become a couch potato being
spoiled. with the piggies!! (the gray alley cat curls up on the bed, and
looks at two dogs lying on the floor beside the bed) “Gee, a cat is
outnumbered around here” she says with a sigh.

I’m going away for a few days to celebrate my guide dog school’s eightieth
year in business…since 1929. This is a great affair, and there are about
three hundred registered…and registration closed on July 31st. So this is
the final count, with about 150 guide dogs in attendance. There will be
several workshops for us to attend, plus city tours. Friday we all go to the
banquet where there will be entertainment, a musician has written songs
about our school. There will be demonstrations in the front parking lot of
hybrid cars used to train our dogs due to the silence of those and that is a
concern for the blind community, bills going through Congress about adding
noise not just for the blind, but for other pedestrians as well. Then
workshops for hints for travel from a friend of mine who runs the computer
company who writes software for our gps for the blind, and he has been all
over the world with his guide dog. . Another meeting is a trivia game for
questions about our guide dog school and we will be divided onto teams.
Wonder if there is a prize. Saturday night is karaoke. That session is
called, “howling hounds”. It all sounds like a blast…and this is my second
family since I have been a grad for over thirty years. I’m looking forward
to the whole thing and meeting some people I have corresponded with for the
last months on a list. The hiking pack is all packed, and heavy as I didn’t
have cash to pre-order dog food so that adds weight, but will get Red Caps
in Amtrack stations to help me. After that going to take couple of limos to
get me to and from the school and from where I live…been saving for months
for this whole thing. So hope my transportation works well. Finally, there
has been one bite on the present house, and that was too low in cash, so
figure maybe if this lady wants it, there will be some negotiating. If not,
well, the market is slow, but the realtor feels it will sell sooner or
later. And I haven’t found a place to go yet, and continuously looking for
that even if it’s a mobile home. The problem my own limited income makes it
hard. Well that is all until my return since I’m not dragging this computer
down there although it would be fun…not going to do it…the pack is
enough on a train and through stations since my left hand is occupied by the
harness handle while walking around. I like to have my right hand free for
doors and so forth so the pack is the perfect thing…used to use this one a
large pack, for carrying groceries a couple of miles, or for carrying
laundry back and forth to Laundromat…very handy but heavy once packed for
me.. Well wish us luck…It will take us about six hours to get from here to
New Jersey where the reunion will take place. Bye for now, friends, and keep
cool….(picture of Alleycat packing a hiking pack in front of an air
conditioner, and a wolf looking on sitting by looking on) P. S. put Harpo as
the wolf since all German shepherds are descended from wolves and I call
them my little wolves joking of course since all of mine have been gentle
souls.

Hello friends. This is not my favorite month..August the curse of my life
usually. This means, having plenty of cold drinks in my house, no time on
the beach, and plenty of time in front of my air conditioner. It also
explains partially, why I have not posted for a week or more much. Several
crisis rule my life right now. I am still in search of my next residence,
which is an ongoing battle. I practically spend 24/7 looking on the web for
somewhere to go. The battle began when my dear mother went into the nursing
home due to Alzheimer’s disease, and I got involved with some lousy lawyers
and a trustee I can’t get along with, (we always disagree on everything),
which is why I’m just begging to leave this place…or at least part of it.
The other part is, the lawyers involved have let my mother’s house
deteriorate giving me no cash to renovate anything, so repairs remain undone
as I have no money at all to do it…and I just about make it through every
month due to the fact Medicaid laws will not allow me to have my mother’s
money, a crock as far as I’m concerned. But anyway, I remain grateful I have
done some preparation here for my own disaster, but what I will do when
these preps run out? That is the question isn’t it. I can tell you, I will
never go to a government camp…they can chase me all across the globe until
I drop before this happens. Anyway, what have you done to prepare for the
oncoming problems? I was reading a site earlier today, where folks seem to
be calling for a revolution…what will happen especially to the elderly and
disabled?? I don’t know, except I do know that the worst can happen to the
most vulnerable in our population. At one point, my friend and I discussed
seriously, getting out of the country, but recently, I was advised that
maybe it was better to remain here due to the fact that as an American I
might receive worse treatment abroad if things break down. I don’t know if
this was the correct analysis or not…as I haven’t had cash to travel
outside the U. S., although many blind friends have done this with their
Seeing Eye dogs who make all possible. Well, in case you decide to stay
here, I am not sure it will make a difference as I have seen that the
government is using gps to mark residences here. What happened to the old
concept of privacy?? Gone forever?? Who knows. Unless folks jump up finally,
and say, “I have had enough” we will head down the road in the same
direction I fear. Meanwhile, back to my six bottles of Gator Aid, my
lemonade, my tall ice cream soda…so much for nutrition in a month I just
can’t tolerate. I used to live in California, Sacramento, where the temps
range from thirty or less to 120 degrees, and this is why I don’t live there
any more. When August goes, for us in the northeast, there is another worry
on the front of our battles, the hurricane season which, in the past has
done us no favors beginning in September until November, and then winter. So
for those in the northeast, prepare. Remember just because we haven’t
experienced a real hurricane for a good while, it can still happen again.
Then, those on the site, if you will and everyone out there, pray for me.
This old house with no repairs can sustain nothing if it gets worse. What is
the answer to my current circumstances? Perhaps to wax philosophical,
religious, I need the Lord to come. That is the answer these days I believe
as a Christian. Otherwise, I have no answers as this is the worst situation
I have ever had the displeasure to be involved in after many conflicts
throughout my life. I have always been able to get myself out of a fix, but
not this time. The other time I couldn’t happened when I was a kid. The
teacher I had in public school was a hired Braille teacher, and her pleasure
was to constantly scream at her class and verbally abuse us daily. I got to
the point, I wondered if I really was stupid which she spared no words, each
and every day. This time of entrapment, lasted from age nine to twelve, when
this witch was discovered by someone I think, because one day she was there,
and the next, she was placed with a nondisabled classroom, who she continued
to similarly torture…I was next door and heard her yelling. I received
thankfully, a new teacher after years of torture, but by that time, it was
too late, the damage was done. I went for years afraid of adult correction
of any kind, and had completely shut down talking to teachers…but slowly
over a year’s time, she did improve on my circumstances, and I finally
learned to read…something the former witch didn’t teach me. You will be
glad to know, I went on to become a high honor student in my public high
school, and on the Dean’s list for my college career…so I had conquered
that early battle. Honestly, I cannot see an end to my present battles. That
is unfortunate as if I could just jump into a car, and drive away?? Believe
me, if I could do that, it would have happened a year ago or more leaving
this old house and estate in the trustee’s lap since her name remains on
the property not mine. Well friends, back to that nice tall lemonade…Until
then realtors keep coming into this house keeping me busy cleaning up the
place on a daily basis. Also we have the battle of the realtors’ complaints
about my pets, something I told them to “shove it” and “Don’t talk about me,
my dog, or my pets any more”. So wish me luck. It is time to clear the deck
of medical problems my small friends have as two guinea pig boys had a nasty
fight this weekend, and are on meds for the next two weeks…wish us luck.
My dog has been on meds for itchy problems for the last two weeks, and I’m
climbing further into debt with these things going on. I also have few
groceries for this month too…is this the end times? You bet…but if I get
hungry I can break into those supplies I was hoping to have for
awhile…hey didn’t I say, “the disabled get it in the mouth first?” see the
current plans the government has for us, health plan?? Okay bye for
now…and I’m yours, the sleepy Alleycat who gets no rest over the keyboard
in search of new digs” The alley isn’t enough…there must be a place
somewhere?? Right?? Take care until my next blog…and prep on.

Well, have you done your hurricane preps yet? OOps, don’t you think it is a
little late to just be getting started? This is not an issue if you don’t
live in the regions where this will happen, but then, other sections of the
country get tornadoes, and that isn’t fun. I didn’t prepare years ago for
hurricanes. And, I am sad to say, I paid for that. I recall one that came by
our coast in the mid eighties, and although I did the thing and had water in
the bath didn’t understand why. I just sat in front of the TV like some kind
of nut, and watched it until the wind came along and knocked our electricity
out. Hope you aren’t doing that by any means. It is time to not
procrastinate, and get to the store to get those preps going. I won’t go
through those necessaries here unless somebody asks, because I think I may
be preaching to the choir. Needless to say, I evaluate where all things are
that I will need for the season at the beginning of it in June. This year
bought another led lantern for the house which is more long-lasting than
ones I already have. And, sprung for a couple of small flashlights should I
need sighted help during some disaster. Other than this all other cooking
and communications gear is in place. Every year that goes by without a
hurricane here is a good one since the house isn’t in good shape in the
first place. Well, the cat is sitting on the windowsill of the old house
looking into the cloudy skies, while her wolf is at her feet on his bed.
Stay safe all this hurricane season..Alleycat signing off.