Yeah, me! In the biggish little town about 35 miles away. Not a big town, but big enough to have a woodlot and a Safeway.
And so now I’ve finally scored some more pressure-treated 2X6s, allowing me to finally finish the porch floor before winter. It’s been not-right since I put it in in May, and so I’ve put off completely screwing everything down all summer. Now I can finally get on the other side of that chore.
I admit this feels a little silly. There’s really no reason to stock up on food going into winter; transport might become a problem for a week in very extreme cases but so what? There’s really no greater chance of being caught without meat in winter than there is in summer. But winter is kind of an excuse, and the local store never carries decent meat of any sort. All I get there is cheap cuts of chicken which is the meat I mostly eat, and I know to rush it home and onto the grill or into the freezer because the local store’s quality control is … lacking. I’ve bought chicken from them only to have it stinking by the time I got it home; I’ve seen green meat you could smell 20 feet away in their reefer. And I don’t get to this Safeway as often as once a year, and it just seemed like a good chance to stock up on pork. So I did, and then packaged it up and stashed it in Ian’s freezer.
And I did it all without my usual tension-bordering-on-panic. If I were going to move to a town, which I’m not, I’d look for a town like this one. I put on a t-shirt without holes and a clean hat, threw a shirt on over the .44, and while D was at his doctor’s appointment I walked around looking just like every other guy. People nod and say hey when they pass you; nobody freaks out at the redneck because they’re all rednecks dressed just the same way. Everybody’s polite, nobody’s pushy or afraid. An armed society is a friendly society.