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Scott's been working all day and it didn't look like we could get to the store, but he called a coworker who agreed to cover for him. So we did get to the store. There's no way I could have driven in these conditions and felt safe - without Scott driving, I'd have stayed home. I'm well aware that I am one of the people who shouldn't be driving in this kind of weather. Apparently most of the remainder in that category were elsewhere; I saw only one or two examples and one of them may have just been having bad luck. (The other swung left to move around a stalled vehicle without making sure there was no one left of them. We were left of them. I wasn't amused, but we weren't directly left, they moved over only 1-2 feet and not a whole lane, and Scott was able to back neatly off.)
Albertson's, as expected, had everything I still needed (and everything Scott got at Lamb's yesterday, too, but I didn't pick up duplicates just because I could). It's a much better store and very well-stocked. And I did something I almost never do and asked for help out to the car. I can manage the slushed-up packed-snow-turning-to-ice parking lot OR the cart but not both. And the bags were too heavy for me to reasonably tote (I picked up a bunch of canned goods and lemonade, in addition to the sausage and English muffins).
The ride was very bumpy, somewhat slippery, but never felt dangerous. I fretted, because fretting is what I do, but I felt safe with Scott driving. Drew reacted to the bumps and jolts by kicking vigorously most of the way back, though, including parts of my anatomy he doesn't normally kick. He's settled back to less-vigorous motion now but we clearly woke him way up.
I managed to pull something in my side last week and re-tugged on it slightly during this expedition...while picking up cans of fruit from a lower shelf. Yes, I navigated ice and snow - even slipped and caught myself at one point (getting from the car back to the house) without any discomfort, but caused myself some strain picking up a little tiny can of peaches. Sigh. I'm talented. (It's fine now; didn't feel too bad then; I just find it ironic.)
Still no hair ties. I forgot about them. I don't much care; they weren't on the critical or even important list.
Scott and his coworkers rock. And I have turkey sausage. Hah. (And jellied cranberry sauce, which wasn't on the list but sounded good when I saw it, so I got it.)
Albertson's, as expected, had everything I still needed (and everything Scott got at Lamb's yesterday, too, but I didn't pick up duplicates just because I could). It's a much better store and very well-stocked. And I did something I almost never do and asked for help out to the car. I can manage the slushed-up packed-snow-turning-to-ice parking lot OR the cart but not both. And the bags were too heavy for me to reasonably tote (I picked up a bunch of canned goods and lemonade, in addition to the sausage and English muffins).
The ride was very bumpy, somewhat slippery, but never felt dangerous. I fretted, because fretting is what I do, but I felt safe with Scott driving. Drew reacted to the bumps and jolts by kicking vigorously most of the way back, though, including parts of my anatomy he doesn't normally kick. He's settled back to less-vigorous motion now but we clearly woke him way up.
I managed to pull something in my side last week and re-tugged on it slightly during this expedition...while picking up cans of fruit from a lower shelf. Yes, I navigated ice and snow - even slipped and caught myself at one point (getting from the car back to the house) without any discomfort, but caused myself some strain picking up a little tiny can of peaches. Sigh. I'm talented. (It's fine now; didn't feel too bad then; I just find it ironic.)
Still no hair ties. I forgot about them. I don't much care; they weren't on the critical or even important list.
Scott and his coworkers rock. And I have turkey sausage. Hah. (And jellied cranberry sauce, which wasn't on the list but sounded good when I saw it, so I got it.)
