This Saturday’s Nor’easter is threatening 1-2 feet. For us, current thought is 8-10 inches. I’m not happy. Our daughter is supposed to arrive Saturday. I’m trying not to get all angsty about it, but it’s hard. I’ve been fighting some sort of melancholy and I was looking forward to time with her- whether cooking together, hiking, reading in front of the fire or watching SVU or Ozark… Regardless, I needed a few things, so I made a “quick grocery run.” Um, 2 days before a Nor’easter?? Dave’s Fresh Market’s automatic doors opened and a frazzled, frenzied woman’s shrill greeted me, “Oh my Gawd…. There are NO carriages!!!” I almost noped out. But I had a list. I want to make lettuce wraps and chicken al limone and club sandwiches and a low country shrimp boil. And I need cake to celebrate a birthday long distance (okay, just an excuse for cake…) I did turn around, but only to retrieve a “carriage.” That store is tight quarters on a normal day. Today was something on a whole different level. My short grocery list took me to every department and down every aisle. Of course. Weirdly, I felt my melancholy lift a bit as I briefly interacted with the many many other shoppers. “After you” with a wave of the hand. “Let me reach that for you.” “Ope I’m just sneaking by ya…” Finally parked in the check-out line, ready for a fairly long wait, I noticed a bunch of tulips a few carts ahead of me. My birthday flowers had done really well, but their glory days had passed, and those tulips nudged me. I left my cart unattended, squeezed through the masses and helped myself to a few bunches. I chose that weird, kind of faded, almost-orange color that I think only I love. My other treat today was rye bread & dill dip- one of my Mama’s influences. Groceries are put away, tulips vased, snack had… I forget for a moment that I’m still not happy about the storm…. Argh
