Sometimes it's good to bump up an old post

, particularly, if you didn't get a chance to read it the first time around.
This past weekend, I had a bit of the "wacky" feeling myself. We had a family reunion. Now don't get me wrong, I do love my family, but they drive me insane from time to time too. Back to them in a minute...
I first stumbled upon peak oil from Matt Savinar's site as well. It scared the bejeezes out of me at the time. I didn't even discuss it for some time with my husband, because I wanted to be convinced before I brought it up. I'm one who has never believed in conspiracy theories, and I generally must do a lot of research on any topic before I'll believe what is being said. I followed links from Savinar's site, ordered the book and read it, and did a lot of research on line before I started to buy the argument.
At the time I learned about Peak Oil, I was already on my land and trying to determine what I could do to be as self-reliant as possible. I had a nagging feeling that things were heading down hill, but I couldn't quite put my finger on exactly what would be the mechanism that caused the "collapse" (for lack of a better term). I had read The Fourth Turning, and agreed with a lot of what was presented in that book. My learning about peak oil just filled in some missing pieces for me.
I'm doing what I would be doing anyway, regardless of my knowledge of peak oil, but that knowledge has sped my plans up considerably. We try to provide for as many of our needs as possible, and have a well stocked pantry, a large garden yearly, chickens, ducks, dairy goats, and rabbits. I try to do things in a sustainable manner, not using chemical fertilizers for example, but we are a long way from self-sufficient (if that is even possible).
Now back to the family. My cousin was making pizzas this weekend, and asked how I liked the pizza sauce. She said she'd made it herself from home canned tomatoes. I chuckled and replied that we were being buried in tomatoes (we put in 92 plants this year), and I'd already canned up over a hundred quarts. Her husband said, "Oh, so in the case of nuclear war we should all come to your house, huh?" I just smiled and said, only if you're willing to work.
We supplied 12 dozen eggs for the family reunion's breakfasts - from our hens. I would have supplied milk, too, but you'd think I was asking people to drink urine the way they turned their noses up at goats milk. I dread the day when they will come knocking on my door wanting some of that milk - I'm not quite sure how I will react, to be honest.
I resent being looked at as some survivalist wacko. That's the attitude I get from some people, both in the family and outside of it. It seems that if you feel you must take some responsibility for your own needs, rather than living like a parasite without giving anything back, then you must be crazy. IMO, crazy is taking continually without ever giving back. Sitting around waiting for manna from heaven generally results in starvation. No thanks, I'll try to produce my own little batch of manna here - or as close as I can get to it.
Kathy