Made the regular Monday morning water run this morning. The local food store/hardware got a pallet of concrete a couple of weeks ago and that was my best chance for acquiring the concrete I need for the rear steps, but I procrastinated because $5/#60 sack is highway robbery. But the pallet was emptying fast, so this morning I choked back a sob and pulled the trigger on that purchase…
…and since it’ll be a couple of days minimum before I’m ready for it and leaving it at the Lair is just daring the sky to open, I stashed it in Landlady’s barn where it’ll stay in powder form whatever the weather.
While in the store, I yielded to venial sin…
That’s right. Yeah. I bought a pound of cheese. And I’m not ashamed or nothing.
Seriously, I love this stuff but it’s ridiculously expensive. I doubt I succumb to temptation more than once every couple of years. And then, since I can’t possibly eat a whole pound of cheese in a short time no matter how gluttonously I behave…
…I bagged 2/3 of it up and carried it over the ridge to Ian’s fridge. Where, hopefully, I’ll forget all about it until it becomes a pleasant surprise later.
Don’t leave your ‘pleasant surprise’ too long or it will hair over and become foul.
When my little wagon fridge gets below one pound of cheese,
I know I’m near my theowawki.
A fix must somehow be in order!
This is serious-ness
Rationing necessities is past what even desert rats should do…
Who is your local hardware store? You ain’t kiddin’ when you say their price is highway robbery. Around here it’s $3.25 per 60# sack.