Daily Kup (My Life as a Gainfully Unemployed Person)In Minnesota during the winter, we are eternally in one of three possible states: awaiting the arrival of a forecasted snowstorm, digging out from said storm, or in that sweet spot in the middle when it's storming but not yet the most efficient time to start shoveling. Right now, we are waiting for the storm that is supposed to arrive "after midnight" and last until the next midnight.
As part of the frugality project, I've been cooking almost exclusively with food from the pantry and preserved food from the garden. I can tell that this has met with less and less enthusiasm from my family based on the number of trips they make to stand in front of the open refrigerator door and peer, then walk sadly away.
In light of the brewing culinary revolt and the anticipated snowstorm, I went to the grocery store with several hundred of my neighbors to block the checkout lanes. I tool Attila the Son since he has a part of a Cub Scout achievement that requires reading competing grocery store ads and performing the actual grocery shopping with whatever adult can be conned into taking him. I taught him unit pricing. He taught me that grocery stores have poorly-made, overpriced toys hidden on every aisle and that he has great resilience in his ability to say, "Can I have this?" repeatedly without seeming to take a breath.
Ice, Ice Maybe
It's been quite a while now since the cup has been on his own. And I miss him. I truly do. When his credit card statement showed up in the mail, I did a terrible thing. I opened it.
The last I knew, he was headed, "North." It looks like he's engaged a guide in British Columbia. I called them and they emailed this picture. I just don't get it. I never was a fan of iced coffee.
The last I knew, he was headed, "North." It looks like he's engaged a guide in British Columbia. I called them and they emailed this picture. I just don't get it. I never was a fan of iced coffee.
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