The holidays upon us terrify me.  I can’t bear the thought of the crowded aisles and the empty shelves.  I even threw a tantrum when Ezi offered to go with me.  And really, not that many people are in the country, anyway.  Most of my friends are traveling, and my family is busy.  But who knows who will show up for dinner?  How can I shop for my small fridge for all the possibilities – including the possibility of war?  

Nevertheless – I’m going.

Now.

now.

So we went.  To the new French supermarket.  Which somehow seems to remind me of Paris even though the food is boring and local – cold, cute, expensive, and utterly useless. 

Now I’ll order online. Quantities of water, catfood, rice, flour, fresh vegs.