I got tired of going to the grocery store every other day, especially
with mass transit, so I arranged it so I only need to go once (or
twice) a month. Yesterday was the day. I had my grocery list(s) made
out. Monday night, I looked at every bargain at every store and chose
all the best deals I could. I planned my every move like it was D-Day.
I
took the bus, the Metro, and another bus to my sister's and borrowed
her truck. She works graveyard shift and definitely was not going to
miss it. Then I raided the stores, seven of them in all. It was like a
great heist, except without the excitement and illegality.
Now,
I'm a bachelor living alone, and when I got home, it took me 20 minutes
to unload everything. I threw the perishables into the fridge &
freeze, hoping that the mustard potato salad that was purchased at the
first store (for just a $1.79 a lb.) hadn't been hijacked by some
unsavory microbes. I needed to eat, so I paused just long enough to put a
little of that food to good use. I didn't have time to pause, I had to
get the truck back, and it was my writers' group night. Luckily I
already had my installment finished. So, I took the truck back and took
the bus, Metro and bus back to my place. By this time it was 3:50 p.m. I
embarked on this shopping venture at 9:15 a.m.
I had
exactly a half hour then to get ready for my writers' group (which
included dinner). I got home from that at half past midnight.
So, the non-perishables and non-food hasn't been put away yet. Nor have I entered the receipts into the spread sheet.
Who said being disability isn't a lot of work? It is if you do it right.
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