Bread and Whine

I need to fill the pantry and freezer, it’s Mother Hubbard’s Cupboard here, but I don’t like shopping and tend to put the chore off till there are no excuses strong enough to keep me busy doing things I love.  I’ve run out of ways to be creative with next to nothing and we’ll all soon starve if I don’t buy groceries.  No doubt about it, I will have to go today in spite of the possibility of rain.  I begin to feel grumpy.

Grumpy leads to snapping innocent heads off, so to switch moods I think up things I need from Lowe’s.  Poking around lumber, hardware and tools is euphoric, the place breeds creative thoughts.  But I find I don’t really need to buy anything, so today I’ll just sort of window shop.

Even better, Lowe’s is directly across the street from Barnes & Noble.  I can cheer myself even more if I browse their aisles for an hour or so.  I’m feeling better about shopping, this is a good plan.  It’s going to be a decent day, even if the sky is becoming darker and I’ll have to walk through parking lots in the rain.  I can stop for groceries on my way back home.

Ah, but then I remember that if I don’t buy some new clothes it won’t be much longer before I can’t be seen in public.  My wardrobe has gotten close to something a self-respecting cat wouldn’t be seen dragging in, and it’s all because I really hate shopping.  I do it as little as possible, but I’m going to have to grin and bear it, do it now.  Now I’m grumpy and depressed.

I dread hunting for clothes, shoes, handbags; it’s going on safari without a guide.  It’s nearly impossible to find things I like.  I want slightly uncommon, not items sold by the thousands.  My mood becomes worse by the minute because it will take hours of dragging myself through the crowded mall just to find nothing.  But…I could go online.  Good idea, I will search the net.  My gloomy mood lifts.

I grudgingly pick up a note pad to begin a grocery list.  While looking at the nearly bare shelves, I notice a can of clams shoved back in a corner.  If I remember correctly, there is a box of fettuccine in another cabinet.  Italian dressing in the fridge?  Yes!  Fettuccine with Italian clam sauce, tossed salad and garlic bread for dinner tonight.  We won’t starve, I’ve discovered a feast.

The sky has gone charcoal, the wind is howling, thunder is rumbling and rolling, shaking the house.  I put the list on the counter and watch the churning clouds whip by.  What a beautiful day this has turned out to be, I can put off shopping till tomorrow.