There is a blizzard going on here. It is -40 degrees (no matter which temperature scale you’re using) when you factor in windchill. Snow has been falling all day. Big, floaty flakes. Sugary grains. All day long. There is nearly a foot of it on the ground.
I woke up and thought it was beautiful. In the next second, I started to worry…
Getting to the store was not going to be easy.
We My husband would have to shovel like hell just to get to the car. Then, I would have to hope it started. This city is not always on top of snow removal. Suffice it to say, we will have to get by on what we have.
The first thing I worry about?
Really? Toilet paper?
Because I believe the rest can be improvised. Food? We always have lots (probably too much) of that around. If that ran out, we still have the building blocks with which to make more. Drink? The box of wine from Christmas ain’t quite tapped out yet, I have a couple cases of diet coke, and let’s face it, snow can be melted in an emergency. Entertainment? Well, if the cable went out, we could finally get around to all those seasons of TV shows on DVD that we keep meaning to watch. The kids, thanks to my laissez-faire parenting, are excellent at entertaining themselves. Diapers? Just stocked up yesterday.
But toilet paper? You can’t fake that.