Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
Willa Cather
It is winter, after all. It has snowed quite a bit since Wednesday. Last night it snowed about 8 inches. I figured I'd have no problems getting out of my drive-way but, you see, I did not bank on the berm the snow plow left at the end of my driveway. I hit it and my wheels got stuck, along with the underbelly of my car. It took 3 strong guys to get me out, with 2 shovels and a bunch of cat litter. Oh, and this happened after I spent half an hour trying to do it myself. All I wanted to do was go to the post office and the market. I went to the post office. Forget about the market, I told myself. I just wanted to be home. At 6AM, when I woke up and decided I'd make coffee and read, I found out the power was off. Lovely.
Ah, winter. What can I say, I'm over it. For me it goes old and stale after a month or so; the novelty wears off the minute I see the heating bill.
I'd wanted to go to the market to get some fruit and vegetables. But it can wait. For one person, I have some pretty full cupboards. In a day or so, I may buy $5 worth of fresh produce and that will be plenty. I have three chicken breasts slow cooking in the crockpot, cost $4.15.
This morning, I made cornbread. Cornbread with coffee - delicious. Besides the power going off, I had a really good morning, I should never have left the house.
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