Day 33 Waiting For The Olive Fairy

I just returned from the parking lot. That may sound like a benign sentence, but I assure you that it was a long and arduous journey, all 50 feet of it. Luckily someone shoveled through the chest high snow drift, separating us from the outside world and I was able to reach my car to warm the battery. This will be as far as I get for a few days, as all exits are blocked, there's not a plow in sight, and well, the snow refuses to move it's self. If I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to have to tunnel through the sewer to the grocery store, I'm talking Shawshank style. I'm sick of chili and today I made the worst cornbread anyone has ever made, it literally tasted like I just shook the bag of corn meal into my mouth and swished it around with river water. Right now, I'm chewing gum, the fake strawberry flavor reminds me that there are real strawberries out there somewhere, in a produce section far far away. I really, really miss olives, I know they must still make them somewhere in the world!  If the Red Cross ever finds me, huddled here in my apartment, cold and hungry, perhaps they will bring olives to revive me. OK, enough wishing and hoping, one thing I am thankful for and swimming in, is tea, I have a 100 count box of green tea, ginger tea, Lipton iced tea, and Saw Palmetto herbal tea. So, if the good Lord is willing and the pipes don't burst, at least I won't die of thirstation.
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Day 31 Time To Buy Some Bread and Hunker Down

It has happened, I have arrived at day 31 and appropriately, hell (some call it Oklahoma) is freezing over. Tonight, as I celebrate my month long accomplishment and anticipate the next 11 to come, I, along with about 30 other states are waiting for a humongous storm to attack us in the night. As I have stated before, I usually just assume that what I have in my kitchen will last for awhile, I didn't so much as buy a jar of peanut butter during Y2K. This frenzied panic is different, I thought that for this epic disaster, I would jump on the band wagon and find out what all this pre-storm food hording was all about. I pulled into the grocery store parking lot to find a single parking space, out on the back 40 and more activity than I've seen since Thanksgiving eve. Oddly, I witnessed dozens of elderly women, linked together, in small groups, holding each other up for the long trek across the completely dry parking lot. It  was as if they were waiting for the ice to spring up unannounced, beneath them. Inside was like the fall of Saigon, nervous parents, dragging  their children and people grabbing whatever they could carry on their backs and in their carts. I could only stare at the madness as I perused the string cheese display. I wondered what people were thinking as they loaded up on chickens and frozen pizzas, what would happen when the power went out? Shouldn't people be buying charcoal and bleach to purify water? What about canned foods, and shelf stable, items like Twinkies and tuna to outlast the Snowpocolyps? I was judicious and bought some bread, some canned vegetables, and some cheese, only tonight I used most of the vegetables to make chili and I've already eaten most of that....I may have to go out foraging for berries the birds have missed or turn to looting by tomorrow night. Here's hoping for enough power to blog and beans enough to keep the flies away.
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