Schrodinger's Kittie

So I was talking with a friend of mine about the current economy and such and she says:

“I’m worried that the money us Dick and Janes have in the bank is going to disappear, just like in the depression. People are going to panic and go try to pull their money and the banks aren’t going to be able to honor the requests. Our bills will go unpaid, credit reports will become awful, even for those of us who played the game like they were told to will become victims. And when no one can get any more money, the grocery stores will shut down and there will be no food.

Bright outlook, aye? Go get your canning supplies now.”

To which I responded:

“The nice thing about being a down home country girl marrying a full blooded redneck? We already got our canning supplies, fibre producing animals, home gardens, 2000000 years worth of ammunition and about 10 years of frozen, smoked, jerked venison, fish and squab in storage *snickers*”

This amused me beyond belief. Honestly. Other than me not being able to pay off the debt I owe, meeting mandatory taxes owed to the federal government, etc, I’m not horribly worried about “depression”. I’ve lived without electricity and running water. It doesn’t bother me overly much.  We’d figure it out.

Wayne and his family (and mine) own plenty of property and there is plenty of shelter. Fibre animals are all over, so we’d never be without clothes. Water, string and patience nets plenty of fish, etc. Gardens out the wazoo. A couple of doctors, nurses, farmers, cattlemen, preachers, construction workers, leather workers (me), fibre workers (me and others), etc in the family…well, we pretty much have our bases covered.

As a friend once pointed out -

“You are about the only person I know that could be stranded on a deserted island – and so long as there was vegetation and fresh water you’d make out like a bandit. You’d have your own clothing line knit up out of retted weeds and the hair off your head. You’d probably have built some kick ass ‘cottage’ out of sticks and stones and shark hides. Geez, I bet you’d even kick up a stink if they tried to rescue you.”

She’s probably right *snickers* Loony, but probably right.

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