finally accepting deeply enough that locally stocked wares is 90's stuff for the united states. As a responsible domestic steward, I'm obliged to consider the methods of my depression era fam and supply by catalogue primarily, and not to rely on the local private monopoly to go out of the way like they did for the people who still had unions to sell out.
It requires different strategies and values, so it's handy to be thinking about it now, as early in the sequence as manageable.
Maybe while also preparing to subsistence farm on nothing (enough industrial pollution in the soil that it will take decades of 'ornamentals' and chemically specific soil amendment' to want to grow anything you would want to eat the leaf or root of(*addcitelatr). So it's slow and miserly importing and trust in the truth of disciplined composting. [Persephone and Hades Bless us]
Which is mostly -- if the food scraps for a body's meal go into recoup as much as possible, that's a significant portion of mass.
Also seeds, sometimes. Not great seeds, but if folks are just planting the guts out of that clearance fruit... Might just end up with some surprise viable sprouts for a little cheap trying along the way to watering things anyway, eh?
While preparing to subsistence farm (pray we have enough time to seed bank and overplant in time to help the neighborhood if people start getting curious or hungry)
While preparing to subsistence farm and making sure the emergency storm kit is largely portable so it's good for evacuations*.

#cwpoetry

The breath of high heaven breaks through to taste the gifts of the ground more often here, so just enough insurance on the matchbox to turn around and build something simpler and better, or refit to wander.

I admit. I've always just wanted to bide and build beautiful things for the community, and share the prettier parts of my art at the fair or havye.

Seems like most places I've gone, except Appalachia's Paris, have been so afraid.
I know the cure to fear is bounty and good boundaries -- but the former takes time, and the latter is off the school books here. Very touch and go. Most of the hatecrimes have missed so far.

It's almost like I'm surrounded by penal colony survivors of all castes.

I don't think I can fix this with a hot bowl and a chewtoy, really, but if I can run akido around the garden fence long enough, then I'll have fruitbaskets ready to fulfill the stomachs if not the hearts of my accusers

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