So the lady I’m house-sitting for arranged for the driveway to be plowed, all but a week in March. . .and this week.
So I get up this morning and there is snoooow on the ground and more is falling and I need to go to the grocery store, unless I want to eat canned Progresso soup for the next three days.
So I shovel the driveway. It’s a small driveway, at least the part I do. (It’s a small shovel, too.) There is a half-circle, as well; that is much bigger, but I don’t shovel it.
So then I came inside and found a message on my cell phone. It was the lady I’m house-sitting for, saying, “The plow guy doesn’t go on vacation till this Friday, so make sure your car is in the garage so he can plow you out!” (Note: my cell-phone will hence forth be shoveling the driveway with me.)
So then I looked out the window and he was plowing. Also, I saw a bigger snow shovel.
So then I went to the grocery store. Bulk bone-in chicken breasts were 99c a lb. But a roaster was 88c a lb. “Self,” I said, “Buy the roaster and cut it up; it’s the cheapest way to get variety when there is only one of you.”
So I bought the roaster and went home. Then I found out there are no sharp knives in this place.
So I cut it apart using a glorified serrated butter knife. And I put the back and wings in a pot and made chicken soup out of them. Too much chicken soup.
So it is a good thing that I went to the grocery store so that I wouldn’t have to eat soup for several days. Right? Right.
(I say it with a smile, though, ’cause all in all the day went very well; it was just a lil’ heavy on the irony, is all.)
In other news, Ella (the cat) has decided I’m her friend now, even though Duke (the cat) keeps trying to tell her I’m a bad person.