Akin to finding culinary gold
My community group meeting went well this morning. No added stress, and so after getting home with (yet) more milk from the local store, I simply kept my coat and boots on, providing tacit approval to another trip. The dog thought the idea to be fine, and so despite announcements of a snow storm later in the day, we headed for the city.
On the shopping list, printer ink. Why we have (at least) three printers in our home is a mystery. There might be more of them, hidden in boxes; I am afraid to go on a discovery dive. Anyhow, faced with that 75 minutes of travel time, I decided to try a new approach. I closed my eyes, within minutes of our departure, and kept them closed until destination. Time passed so quickly!
Getting the right ink cartridges normally requires my deciphering codes from small pieces of paper hidden in my pocket. Today, we went high tech, with photos on a smartphone. Didn’t save any money, unfortunately.
After a standard “burger is food” break, we headed into the city. Along the way, a great light show provided by a patrol car standing guard over a small car parked rather awkwardly on the side of a snow bank, across from the university. I was forbidden to make any disparaging remarks, on the off chance that this had happened during a high speed evasive movement from a driver avoiding imminent danger from a jack-knifing truck, or something similar. That isn’t what I thought, but… never mind.
Oh, and on a tip from a friend, I found two bottles of mustard pickles on the shelf of a supermarket we rarely visit. This is a good thing; another storekeeper had told me, as recently as this morning (while buying milk) that due to the obstinate nature of local cooks (making their own pickles), I was unlikely to find any of the factory kind on local shelves. We stopped in to visit that friend, out of gratitude.
