Snowbound: Day 9
Friday, 26 December 2008 14:10
The situation is bleak.
Food is running low. No bread. No rice. No potatoes. All the staples are gone. If not for paper clips we'd have no way to keep pages together.
Three days ago there was an unfortunate ownership dispute over the last chicken pot pie. The tines of her well-thrust fork left a line of four bloody dots on the back of my hand, visible scabby now as I type.
I'm not proud about my behavior regarding the end of the half & half. What can I say, I don't like my coffee black. It is perhaps unfortunate that we buy our beans in bulk. Trapped in the snow with two kids is bad; trapped jacked up on caffeine worse. (All that sans half & half was too much for me to bear).
Christmas is the time of year when adults look on as children play gleefully; wee ones delighted as they are showered in largess and affection. The sight of their smiling faces evokes warm parental feelings. So, it seemed normal when the wife described our little one as "delicious" - until I saw the look in her eyes.
The larder is bare, the freezer empty.
Yesterday I found myself gazing lustfully at my wife. I was thinking she has a great pair of legs, but I didn't mean it the way I meant it before we got married.
The forecast calls for more snow, then rain.
The rain might melt us out of here in one piece.