In lieu of travel
Had to use today to visualize a week without transportation. With other family planning to travel, after second-guessing the weather for the next few days, I had to make sure that there was sufficient food on hand to get through the “no car” period. I’ve done this before, just not recently. With three decades of a market within jogging distance, I’d lost good habits. Time to regain control.
When buying for a week, the secret is to ignore the things that will spoil. No sense in dragging home multiple jugs of milk, if the last one is sour by the time I undo the lid. Meat has a definite shelf life, so I purchased things that could take a pause in the freezer. Most of all, make sure the dog gets fed. He doesn’t understand when his bowl doesn’t magically refill at dawn. In fact, he kicks the empty water bowl to the curb, as a gentle reminder to those of us with faucet privileges.
And what else? Nothing, really. If I don’t get over to the mail for a few days, the world will not come to an end. Community mailbox. The promise of a storm, mid-week, is nothing more than a hint so far. We have water galore, and I can bake bread and dribble butter over it, should I need a good treat (although I did freeze some cinnamon buns).
Guess I’m ready. If things turn for the worse, I might get to visit a neighbour or two. And there’s always TV. My disinterest in American Idol didn’t hold, and I’ve already watched the first four hours of auditions.
