Sometimes nothing exciting happens but I want to write about it anyway. Don’t ask me why as there is no method to my madness.
Fred didn’t have to work yesterday so we went shopping. We did more window shopping than anything but it still counts as shopping as far as I’m concerned. Being that my snow boots went belly up I needed a new pair and Fred needed new work boots. Like I said, nothing exciting.
First we went to the mall. It’s been so long since we’d been to the mall that it’s been totally renovated since the last time we visited. The first thing I noticed is that most of the stores are high-end stores now. Way out of my league considering that a person needs maximum moola to shop in them. I was still able to find a kick-butt deal on snow boots so all was not lost. I’ll be able to trudge through the 12 to 18 inches of snow we’re expecting this weekend without my toes freezing off.
I’ve wanted to find a pair of small diamond stud earrings so we decided to look in the jewelry store. Apparently I live under a rock. I had no idea just how expensive diamond studs are. The salesman showed me a pair of tiny studs for over $2000. I thought I was going to have to change my pants. I played it well though and pretended like it was chump change. I told him I was doing some comparison shopping (which I was) and got the hell out of Dodge. I have to wonder if he wasn’t on to me what with the profuse sweating and all.
We looked at several other places but the cost was so far out of our range that it gave me indigestion. I’ll figure out an alternative plan some other time.
After lunch we headed for the grocery store. As I mentioned we are expecting a big winter storm. From the sound of things it’s going to get ugly. Of course this means there was no bread at the store. There were, however, other important staples one might need to tide oneself over during a snowstorm…popcorn, ice cream, coffee and copious amounts of chocolate.
Snow events around here tend to leave us feeling a bit isolated on our street. We live in a small town and there is no snow plow. When we first moved here I witnessed a guy on a back hoe plowing Main Street. Seriously. We are usually snowed in until the county decides that maybe those of us on the hill might actually still be alive and need to get out. My husband and neighbor use the plows on our ATVs to plow as much of the road on our part of the hill as they can. It’s a win-win situation – they get to play in the snow and we can get out of our driveways. Of course we can’t get far because the rest of the road leading into town is impassable but it’s the thought that counts.
There is also the issue of digging out the back yard so the dogs can do their business. I told Fred that I was not shoveling this time like I did during our last big storm. Instead he can bring our ATV (which we affectionately call Brutus) to the back yard and plow out areas for the pups. Otherwise our whippet Flurry, who has white hair on her legs and back, will fall in the snow and we won’t see her until spring.
Anyway, I digress. All in all it was a good day, minus the call I had to make to our new mail-in drug prescription company. More on that another day.
So if after reading this you are still awake, I commend you. You are truly a glutton for punishment but I appreciate you. Now it’s time for me to finish preparations for our big snow event and milk the cows on my Farmville game on Facebook. Good times.