Well. I ain’t a gonna get it.
Wine, that is. From the nearest fancy yuppy grocery store. Because I can’t get to said store without risking my life. And I ain’t a-gonna risk my life for a bottle of Sauvignon blanc.
No kidding: As we scribble, the temperature in the deepest shade of the back porch registers 108 degrees. Humidity is 19 percent.
My son has kiped my car, so I can’t drive the five blocks or so to the Sprouts or the Albertson’s to snab a bottle of wine.
And just now I would like nothing much more than a nice cold glass of white wine.
Could call Uber and have my neighbor Uber driver schlep me across the street, through the unholy heat, to snab a bottle at the Sprouts. But…seriously??????
Nope. I’m desperate, but I’m not so desperate as to hire a cab to drive me four blocks to a local grocery store.
Man!! It is hotter than the hubs of Hades here this afternoon, even though 108 just isn’t that hot. It must be a bit humid out there, making the heat feel more intense than it is.
So I reckon tomorrow morning I’ll turn out of the sack early and show up at the store as the opening bell jangles. Yea verily: They all open at 7:00 a.m. So if I’m at their door at seven, I should be able to snab a bottle or two of booze and get back here before it gets dangerously hot.
{chortle!} You couldn’t do that in Sun City. Leastwise, I don’t recall that one can. Not unless you lived right next door to the shopping center. The place is VAST.
Lately I’ve considered following SDXB out to that indeed vast, monotone retirement city. It would have a few advantages: lots of other old bats; probably less traffic and fewer screaming ambulances; no kids yowling. But…
Well…been there, done that. Don’t think Sun City is my Thing.
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SDXB just called from Seattle, where he’s visiting his sister and brother-in-law. They have a lovely home there, up north where the weather is cool at this time of year.
His sister is suffering from Parkinson’s disease. Heaven help her. That’s about the saddest news I’ve had in life: she’s an active, vivacious woman, very outdoorsy, very lively. To be crippled up with an ailment like that must be seven kinds of torture.
Well. Rather few of us are gonna get out of this place without some kind of torture, I guess. About the best we can hope for is that it will be relatively brief.
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OMG!!!
M’ijito just showed up at the door. He went by the grocery store and surfaced with bag after bag of loot — even including a bottle of white wine!
Gosh. Now I won’t have to make a grocery run for the better part of a week. And I won’t have to sneak off to my favorite secret wine shop to snab a bottle of addictive slosh.
Wow!
Tried to get him to stay for dinner, but he took off like a cannonball.
See? That there would never happen if I were parked in Sun City!
😀
OMG. Not to say ha ha ha hee hee ha hah!
He brought me a bottle of — hang onto your hat — zero alcohol white wine!
Zero flavor, too. It’s billed as Sauvignon blanc…and it has about as much flavor as tap water.
It was very thoughtful, though. What a sweetie!
And interesting to get ahold of the zero-alcohol stuff: now we know what it tastes like. Or…uhm…doesn’t taste like. 😀
Well, it’s about time he brought you some groceries! As for the bottle of fake wine… shaking my head.
Here he comes to save the day… Glad your son showed up with some groceries, and saved you having to make a run. I’m sure you’ve taught him to pick produce that’s up to snuff, and as for the zero-alcohol wine? Perhaps it’s an acquired taste and will grow on you? At least it saves you from having to run out right away.