I think most of my Blog
readers are old enough to remember the movie, Dr. Zhivago. If you recall there were scenes in the movie
where Zhivago was shacked up with Julie Christy in a frozen home out in no
man’s land. I felt a little like Zhivago
as a result of this baby ice storm we experienced this past week. My snow
plowing guy cleaned my driveway a little prematurely. Mother Nature still had some stuff she wanted
to coat the area with, including my driveway.
I should let you know that my driveway has quite a slope, to the extent
that during the average winter there are many occasions where I have to put on
those spring things on my shoes to bring my barrels down the hill for
collection day. I’ve even driven my car
down the driveway to get our mail.
This “little storm turned
the driveway into a thick sheet of ice making it almost impossible to get out
and drive the car. Getting down would be
easy, just a long slide, but getting back up would be a nightmare. So we’re stuck in our frozen home like Zhivago until some sort of thaw occurs or we run out of food and I chance an
escape out of desperation.
When it comes to food, I
enjoy almost daily shopping (get my exercise that way walking the aisles) and
therefore keep only a small inventory of the fresh stuff. Well, let me tell you, by mid week the fridge
was bare: no lunch meat, no cheese,
American or cheddar, no milk, no bread, no rolls no making for salad. Last salad Marge and I had consisted of
mostly onion, celery, radishes and a few strips of pepper. It started to get funny.
Finally was able to
chance it and hit the super market. Full
larder now, lettuce in my salad.
Now that I used the word
supermarket, I’m reminded of one of my bitches.
Have you noticed the sneaky quantity change in products these days? Take
a look at a five pound, whoops, it’s now a four pound bag. But lo and behold, the price is still the
same as it used to be. How about that kielbasa
ring? Hey, now it’s 12 or 14 ounces and who
ever thought that a pound of bacon is now a twelve ounce package. Have you noticed how much smaller a bakery loaf
of bread is? Juices used to come in two
quart containers….take a look now, fifty two ounces. Starting to be difficult to keep up with
weapons they use to screw us.
Till the next time,
thanks for reading.
