I have never understood the way people swarm to the grocery store at the slightest mention of snow in the forecast. We've been having big storms with frighteningly regularity, and as yet I have not felt the need to go grocery shopping because of the weather.
I'm pretty sure Cliff and I could make it for a month without going shopping if we had to. I can make bread and biscuits if we're out of bread. I have a freezer full of good things to eat. I'm not milking my cow this winter, but I always have condensed milk and powdered milk on hand, just in case of an emergency; because when you're ten miles from the nearest grocery store, you can't stop in the middle of meal preparation and go buy something. There are canned goods galore on the shelves, including several cans of tuna. There's always plenty of spaghetti, noodles, and macaroni in the cabinets, and any variety of dry beans you can think of.
This coming storm could be a doozy, but at worst, will anyone be snowed in for more than four days? The road crews should have things nicely cleared off in that length of time.
So, could someone please explain this run-to-the-store-oh-my-goodness-it's-going-to-snow phenomenon? Did you not do your regular shopping this weekend?
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Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, February 19, 2010
Bummer
Cliff and I hardly ever begin a day without checking the weather, but today we wanted to get on the road and get to the Western Farm Show. We were on I-70, only ten minutes away from our destination, when it started snowing a lot... huge snowflakes. The temperature outside, according to our car, was 38. If it didn't get colder, we'd be fine; but our Mercury is terrible on snow and ice, and we were scared.
"Let's see if we can hear the weather forecast on the radio," I said.
I never listen to regular radio, but it was almost the top of the hour; and back in the days when I listened to radios, they always gave weather near the top of the hour.
I guess that isn't true any more; we heard ten solid minutes of advertising and then twenty solid minutes of classic country music. While we were waiting to hear the weather, Cliff turned back toward home.
"I'm not risking it," he said.
We got as far as Blue Springs and saw no snow falling. "Oh look, it's stopped," I said.
"So, do you want me to turn back around?"
"Let's try it."
And we drove right back into a blizzard.
I know, I know. We should have been able to figure out what would have happened. I guess we'll just hit the show tomorrow or Sunday. I'll bet we take the pickup, though. Just in case of inclement weather.
So on our way home (the second time) we stopped to buy groceries and other necessities at the nearest little Walmart. My list was small, and our purchases barely covered the bottom of the cart.
And the cost? $76.
All right, so Cliff's hearing aid batteries were $13; and that giant package of toilet paper was $14.
Am I the only person who can't tell the difference between "extra soft" TP and "extra strong"? None of it seems very strong to me.
While I'm ranting: We've always bought Crest toothpaste. Why can't we just walk in and pick up a tube of Crest without having to look over twenty varieties with different tastes and consistencies and strong points? It's the same with Tide detergent; you have to spend ten minutes trying to figure out which one is right for you. How many kinds of Tide are really necessary? I'm sure when Cliff retires I'll be going back to store-brand detergent, but I really can tell a difference with Tide. So for now, we'll fork out the big bucks for it.
Seventy-six dollars indeed. Hmph.
"Let's see if we can hear the weather forecast on the radio," I said.
I never listen to regular radio, but it was almost the top of the hour; and back in the days when I listened to radios, they always gave weather near the top of the hour.
I guess that isn't true any more; we heard ten solid minutes of advertising and then twenty solid minutes of classic country music. While we were waiting to hear the weather, Cliff turned back toward home.
"I'm not risking it," he said.
We got as far as Blue Springs and saw no snow falling. "Oh look, it's stopped," I said.
"So, do you want me to turn back around?"
"Let's try it."
And we drove right back into a blizzard.
I know, I know. We should have been able to figure out what would have happened. I guess we'll just hit the show tomorrow or Sunday. I'll bet we take the pickup, though. Just in case of inclement weather.
And the cost? $76.
All right, so Cliff's hearing aid batteries were $13; and that giant package of toilet paper was $14.
Am I the only person who can't tell the difference between "extra soft" TP and "extra strong"? None of it seems very strong to me.
While I'm ranting: We've always bought Crest toothpaste. Why can't we just walk in and pick up a tube of Crest without having to look over twenty varieties with different tastes and consistencies and strong points? It's the same with Tide detergent; you have to spend ten minutes trying to figure out which one is right for you. How many kinds of Tide are really necessary? I'm sure when Cliff retires I'll be going back to store-brand detergent, but I really can tell a difference with Tide. So for now, we'll fork out the big bucks for it.
Seventy-six dollars indeed. Hmph.
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