We tried really hard to outlast the weather. To be honest, though, we didn’t really think this storm was going to be all that big a deal, because, well, they never are. So we made a few token efforts to prepare. Bought a gallon of milk. A loaf of bread. Not much. Sunday night, the storm comes, and by bedtime there’s several inches of snow on the ground. Monday morning, it’s all still there. This is a rare event in Georgia. Snow falls almost every winter. But it’s usually gone by the next afternoon.
So to make a long story short, just think about the movie ‘The Shining’ and then replace Jack with three teenagers. ‘Cause by yesterday, they were arming themselves. It didn’t help that we were starting to run out of little things, like eggs. Around here, if it’s not a school day, people expect ‘Big Breakfast’; meaning anything but cereal, thank you very much. Yesterday, when there was a spill in the kitchen that meant the french toast couldn’t be cooked, there were tears of anguish and loud angry words… Total. Meltdown.
The eggs ran out Tuesday. The wine ran out Tuesday. We ate the rest of the chicken on Tuesday. There was nothing but fish in the freezer (I love fish, but I’m alone in that sentiment around here)… oh, and some tofu. Rummaging through the pantry, we found some split peas and sweet potatoes. That was pretty tasty. About half of us liked it. It got us through Wednesday. After rummaging around in the pantry again, I determined that we had everything we needed to make a big pot of tofu chili for the next couple of days. People grimaced, but no one argued much.
This morning, we found some oatmeal, and using a sweet potato, made a delicious sweet potato pie oatmeal for breakfast. Then it happened. The last coffee beans were ground to make this morning’s coffee. There was no more coffee after this pot. The prospect of a day without coffee was more than it seemed reasonable to bear. It was decided then. We would Go To The Grocery Store. Today.
Oh, we debated a little. But not seriously. It was never really in doubt. No coffee. No way. This enterprise runs on copious amounts of coffee. No coffee. No pictures. No coffee. No blog posts. We. Need. Coffee.
There was a little bread left. We walked right by that stuff.
There were no bananas left. We didn’t care.
There were no onions. Whatever.
Tomatoes? Keep walking.
Apparently Uncle Ben is big around here. Who knew?
Mac’n’cheese had been hit hard.
There was only the crummy ground beef left.
Still plenty of chicken though.
Not gettin’ any cat litter here.
Not a single chicken fruit to be had. Not even the little cartons of egg whites. But despite people’s desperation for fresh groceries, still not a single can of Batter Blaster had left the shelf. Who eats pancakes in a can? I mean, really?
The girls found everything they wanted on the chocolate aisle.
No one expected to see this glorious sight. “Miiiilk!” sighed the children with relief. Fresh milk. So we got two.
And finally, the most joyful sight of all. Mountains (well, bags and bins) of delicious coffee beans. Yay! Coffee for breakfast tomorrow!
Oh, and they had plenty of ice… ha ha ha. What can I say? I am an image person. You’re here to see the pretty pictures.
And then we went home. Doesn’t this chunk of ice look like a duck?
So, this is getting to be a really long post, but it’s a funny story, so I’m going with it. Because the adventure wasn’t really getting to the store. I mean, I did get stuck at the bottom of the driveway because I was a dummy and didn’t go check to see what was down there before I backed down the hill. Fortunately, I missed the mailbox by… well, I missed it…. and then got stuck in the gutter thing at the bottom of the driveway. The very sweet neighbor across the street was already outside with his shovel, very smartly shoveling his driveway. He watched the whole thing, without smirking or anything (like I said, he’s very sweet), knowing that his plan was the superior plan. Me, however, I didn’t have time for that kind of detail (did I mention Operation Get Coffee Bean?) And when I got out of the car to stand and scratch my head, he very generously came over and shoveled enough ice from behind my tires for me to get on the street. Then we were off. Yay. Then we were back. Uh oh.
Did you catch the part about the hill? Yep. The driveway is a hill. We came down the hill to leave. We had to get up the hill to be safely off the street. Turns out the worst ice patch on the whole street is right in front of my driveway. Not a great idea to leave the car there. So, time to break out the shovels.
Now before start thinking that we stood around and watched the kids work and drank lemonade.. let me just remind you what happens whenever I hand off the camera. I’m not sure there’s actually a photo of me in existence that’s in focus. Nonetheless, I shoveled. And shoveled. Oh, then we shoveled. And finally, the car was halfway up the driveway, and we said GOOD ENOUGH! and went inside to have yummy lunch of grilled cheese and tomato soup…
with REAL milk! Oh happy happy joy joy.
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