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Chris and I were supposed to go grocery shopping last night. The food possibilities in our house are very limited right now.
Yesterday morning, I opened the freezer. I found a mostly-empty half gallon of Edy�s Vanilla, a half-full bag of Mama Rosies�s ravioli, a bag of frozen pearl onions, most of a box of phyllo dough, a loaf of cinnamon swirl bread and the ice trays.
Then I opened the fridge. I found condiments, a pint of heavy cream, some made-from-powder-mix iced tea, the Brita water filter, half a block of cheddar cheese and some baby carrots.
The pantry search yielded some pasta, a jar of pizza sauce, rice, chicken and stars soup, a can of Dinty Moore beef stew, some stale harvest chips, spices and baking needs.
It was really rather sad.
We sat down and made a list of all the things we needed to buy. Chris suggested the list should look like this:
-Toilet Paper
-Paper towels
-Food
I went for a more specific approach.
I called him before I left work to tell him I was on my way. Then I went outside into the nastiness that was yesterday afternoon�s commute in the city of Boston. Having forgotten both my umbrella and my hat, I was soaked by the time I reached my bus stop, two blocks from my building. I squeezed into the little T shelter and waited for the bus. And waited. And waited. After 20 minutes, one came, but it was so full, I didn�t even bother trying to push my way on. Five minutes later, another, just as full, drove by without even stopping.
Ten minutes after that, a third bus came. Miraculously, it was mostly empty, and I got a seat in the back. My head started to thaw, and consequently to drip. My glasses fogged. My nose ran. I cursed the public transportation system.
Six miles and one hour later, I finally stepped out the bus doors, directly into a 5-inch deep slush pile. Muttering obscenities to myself, I started on my three-block walk home. I crossed under the overpass just in time to be hit in the back of the head by a large chunk of frozen road crap, knocked down by a passing car. By the time I walked through my front door, my hair was frozen. My coat was soaked. My throat and ears were on fire. I was not a happy camper.
Needless to say, we did not go grocery shopping.
Instead, I used all 40 gallons of hot water in our tank in an attempt to improve my mental and physical state of being.
I�m still not sure it worked.
I�ll probably post more later, once I have a better grip on my day.
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