The ever elusive freeze-dried foodstuff has finally made it’s way here. Boxes and boxes – a pretty good variety too if it’s palatable. Sliced apples, sliced peaches, applesauce, whole wheat, cornmeal, rolled oats, beef stroganoff, country stew, stew vegetable mix, protein powders, raisins, cheddar cheese powder, peanut butter powder, prunes, margarine/butter powder, mashed potatoes, dry milk powder, and a hamburger flavored textured protein. We’re trying a can of Country stew tonight!
I received a packet of vege seeds in the mail today. Got them planted and the sprinkler is running. My fingers are crossed that soon we’ll have salad greens, onions, beets, spinach, broccoli, cauliflower. Fall garden extrordinaire!
There were a couple of wtf moments as I reacted to a link to where there are jobs to be had. North Dakota has oil jobs. No housing for the workers with approaching winter, but McDonalds is paying $15 an hour. Housing that IS available, looks high. One, I did react and I did cry. Homelessness is heavy on my mind. I don’t have gas to drive to the grocery store let alone money to consider leaving everything behind and going to a boom town in ND on the Canadian boarder. Negative? Maybe I am. but if it comes through, it’s just because i am watching my life and my family’s lives move closer and closer to what we fight against. It’s not a natural disaster for sure, but in our life, it might as well be. I guess if we are on the street, I’ll pack my car with everything I can and drive toward where we want to end up. I will smile for appearances, and sing to keep my family from despair, but I am not gonna like it. This whole situation sucks and those who have jobs need to stop thinking jobs are out there and it’s just my outlook why I don’t get chosen for one of them. No, it’s not my age keeping me from working. It’s my ruined credit, and the distance I have to travel to get to the job, and the 400 people they get to choose from who live right where the job is. When so many want a job, only the person who’s “perfect for the employer” will get one. That’s not negative, it’s real.
So I’ll figure something out. What? I really don’t have a clue – But the mantra of “one day at a time” is a lifeline I’m holding on to for all I’m worth.
The stew was sold in 1982. Canned, 29 yrs ago. It’s not good, but it’ll do. I let it cool and closed my eyes. Jackie had a bowl for dinner too.
G ate Ramen.
My prayers are with SO many.