This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Monday, March 24, 2014


I made a mistake in a blog awhile back - besides punctuation and misspellings, talking about science, math, and stuff.  I commented that the whole dark matter stuff was an invention of the human mind to explain why, when, we began to observe spiral galaxies we discovered that the far away stars, from the center, moved around the center in the same time as the inner stars.  But I said speed.

Well, it isn't speed.  If you draw a circle around the center that has a circumference of 200 yards and another at 20 yards, if two people at each circumference go around in the identical amount of time, then obviously the person traveling 200 yards has to be moving faster than the one at 20 yards because he has to run 10x further.

Then again, just to stretch the mind, imagine at the center you have a pole stretching outward 200 yards.  A car is attached at the 20 yard mark, one at the 50 yard mark, one at 100 yards, and one at 200 yards.  The pole is attached to a motor that will spin all the cars around the circles at the same time so each arrives back at the beginning point at the same time.  The pole moves at 1 yard a minute.  So now the car at 200 yards will move at the same speed as the one at 20 yards, yet cover 10x the distance.  How does that happen?

I probably should have paid more attention to some class because I'm not sure how or why that works.

I read at lunch today an article about preppers dying which is about time someone wrote such an article, I think it was at SHTF's website.  But it brings up an interesting point on prepping.

I have some prepping done, a 20 week supply of food for me, always keep an extra bag of dog food in the trunk, water filters, etc.  But I've come to realize people who are stockpiling really haven't thought it through.  First of all, what good is a years supply of food if you can't stay where you are at?  Like the guy out here I met with 25K rounds of ammo, how the heck is he going to carry that?

People really need a four plan prepper guide.  Plan A is supply your home.  Plan B is prepare you car with what it will carry.  Plan C is plan for riding a bike/motorcycle, and plan D is walking/running.  And if you are smart, you won't think of making 20 trips to fill up the car, one or two trips at the most, meaning the car trunk already needs to have several duffle bags/knapsacks filled with clothing, food, water filters, etc ready to go and each bag must have a mixture of the stuff.  A bike rack.  Your home should have the knapsacks ready and packed.  So if you can't get home, or don't have much time, the stuff is in the car, it's out the door, bike on the rack, and off you go and hopefully you don't let your gas tank drop below 50% before refilling each week.

So now you are off in the car, but reach a point where you can't drive, so off comes the bike, duffles on the racks, knapsack on my back (I loved that song as a kid) and off you go.  Then you need also bike repair stuff too.  But now the bike has to get tossed so it's off you go with a knapsack and a duffle, maybe.

Maybe there should be one duffle with just packages of food, a water filter and stove after all.

Gun you wear, ammo in knapsack and waist pack, rifle in knapsack and duffle.

The point is if we ever do get to those situations, you better have more than one plan ready to go at a moments notice.

Which brings me to a second point, a lesson from childhood.  Dodgeball.  We called it War - played with volleyballs.  In boy scouts we played War with volleyballs, basketballs, footballs and 16 inch softballs.  It was a tough neighborhood.  Nothing says ouch more than a football in the side of your head when you don't see it coming, though seeing it coming didn't help reduce the pain much.  Well, except the softball.

But the lesson I learned early on was when the whistle blew, don't run up to the center court to get a ball.  Be cool, hang back on the back wall and wait for the initial barrage to end.  Few survive the initial barrage.  The winners hang back and wait for the canon fodder to knock each other out.

I think that may be the key to those SHTF scenarios too.  Be able to hide out of the game for 90 days.  Let the massacres happen, let the riots happen, let the roving gangs kill each other out.  Then start to poke your head up.  Which is why staying put may not be a good idea.  Eventually, in small towns and such, even those will be overrun by roving gangs.  Lots of people here in CO will head to the mountains, I was thinking of eastern Colorado though, the opposite direction.  All that empty ranch land, got to be a few good places to hide out for three months.

Point of all this is nothing at all.  I'm not sure we will see the death and gloom spouted by talk show hosts selling survival stuff.  By the way, I mentioned at the beginning of the month the John Moore Show talking about on March 5thish that Texas cops were told to be prepared to be on their own and not able to get in touch for awhile.  But, nothing happened again.   That guy is about as wrong as beforeitsnews.com.

But when it does happen, the Biblical one, all the prepping in the world might not save you.  I think God has those picked out that will survive and there is nothing you can do if you ain't on the list.  On the other hand, you get to meet God sooner and probably with a lot less suffering than those picked to stay.

Have a nice day.

 We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

The city's a flood and our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind, trampled in dust
I'll show you a place high on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name