Magically delicious

Cold rain.  No, cold rain is not magically delicious.  I’ll get to that.

As is so often the case, I awoke at 1:22am and was never able to go back to sleep.  [sigh]  I watched inane television programs recorded on my DVR, I channel-surfed and awaited morning.  Through the night, I was witness to an amazing show of lightning which lit up the yard like eery daylight, followed by the low, guttural rumbling of thunder.  I was preparing my mental To Do List for the day when I realized that we are completely out of bread and my husband would be without the necessary ingredients for his tasty lunchtime treat of ham and cheese on rye.

Damn.  I’d have to make an early morning run to the grocery store.  Not the end of the world, to be sure, but not my favorite activity either.  And the only thing worse than going to the grocery store at 7am is going to the grocery store at 7am in the cold rain.  It’s not even so much the going IN to the grocery store in the cold rain.  It’s the coming OUT of the grocery store in the cold rain with groceries to put in the car that really chaps my considerable ass.  And, yes, of course the wind was blowing too.  (Come on.  It’s Cape Cod.  The wind is almost always blowing.)

I pulled my sweatshirt hood over my head and pulled the strings tight to minimize exposure to the miserably cold rain and bustled to my car.  My key remote battery has been failing lately and on this lovely morning, it didn’t work, so I fumbled with the keys and dropped them in a puddle.  Sure.  Of course.  Pelted with huge, cold raindrops, my groceries were getting soaked (cardboard boxes turning to mush, plastic containers dripping and slippery) and my glasses were splattered with rain.  Ugh.

I am proud to say, though, that I still took the shopping cart to the cart corral like a good do-bee.  After all, I knew that I had decided to treat myself to a guilty pleasure as reward for my Big Sacrifice (going to the grocery store in the cold rain).  I felt like I owed myself a little treat.

Lucky Charms.  They’re magically delicious.  I had one bowl for breakfast and I’m having a second bowl for lunch.  I think I’ll even read the back of the box and see if it’s as entertaining and fascinating as it was when I was 8.  I’ll let you know.