It relates to a recent post here – getting through the coming months… Both Og and Brigid have excellent posts related to it. And a commenter on B’s notes this, “When it comes to survival, we do not rise to the occaision, we default to our level of training.” And that is why I need to spend oh, so much more time on it.
I am capable of making a meal from few ingredients, making do with very little, and I inherited my mother’s hatred of waste. Trooper’s grandfather used to, as a child, go to the woods with his friend and find the pine knots there. They would sell that fat wood to the housewives to start their kitchen fires. It wasn’t much but it put a jingle in his pocket. It is that kind of drive to make it that has been bred out of the young. A mere generation – that’s all it took.
When one sees the rare young person capable of taking care of themselves it truly is notable. That is a sad thing, indeed.
There is much more to say on the matter but I let the links above do the talking – they do it so much better than I…