Yes. I found it right under my own nose. To paraphrase an old song, ďI was looking for batter in all the wrong places.Ē Thanks to a helpful email hint from Ken, I found the precious pancake batter right next to the eggs, as it said I would on the coupon, in a store in Winona. So while youíre reading this on Sunday, Iíll be pouring and flipping the magic batter. Iíll let you know the outcome next Sunday.
Iím getting a little depressed with this weather. A little depressed heck; Iím getting a lot depressed with this weather. Although I like to approach the weather with one of Mark Twainís philosophical sayings, ďEveryone talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it,Ē Iíve just about had it with setting winter records while seeing Alaskaís temperatures above ours. Also, I notice in the papers I read that thereís a big upswing in obituaries these days. I think thereís a correlation between the weather and the number of deaths occurring during the winter. But weíre in March, which is coming in like a Polar Bear; letís hope that temperatures will rise and winds will decrease while the Vernal sun heats our weary bodies.
Shopping is often a low point in my quest to live alone. For some reason, Iíve quit making lists and itís hurting my performance. I used to have the good habit of making lists of not only what I wanted to buy, but also which stores I was going to frequent in what order. I know thatís a little organizational, but it worked. Now I just think, ďIíll stop at the store on my way home and pick something up for lunch.Ē That method doesnít work for me; unlike some women, I donít have an active shopping list in my head, so when I get home, I look at my purchases and find that I forgot this, and bought more of something I already have too much of, and generally goofed up and will have to go again. You can be sure that one of my Lenten resolutions will be to go back to a system of making lists.
Iím sure that my widowed readers will agree that one of the parts of being pairs we miss the most is that of having someone to talk to in times of stress. Iím sure that I could talk to one of the advice columnists, but thatís just not the same. Iím sure Iíve mentioned that I come from a family who wouldnít discuss our problems with strangers even if it would help.
Since most of my readers are of a certain age, I would like to remind you to be careful negotiating both sidewalks and highways. Donít forget if you want to offer me advice, Iím electronically available at firstname.lastname@example.org.