A Bitch and a Little More

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.