Maybe I was not
destined to get groceries from Central Market this week, or at least not
easily. I called Friday to place an order and requested five o’clock pick-up.
Never got a notice that my groceries were ready, so I checked. Seems I forgot
to finish submitting it. So I submitted, with noon pickup Saturday to avoid the
storms. But noon Saturday the storms were not gone—instead we had a tornado
watch. So I called to ask if they could keep my groceries until Sunday. I’ve got
to say every time I call, they are polite, cheerful, and agreeable. So I said
10:30 Sunday morning
Come Sunday I
remembered our Texas blue laws and called. No, they could not let me have wine
until noon. So just before noon I headed down the zoo road, my usual back way
to half the world. Wrong move! It was impassable—they weren’t even letting cars
turn onto that road but were ushering them on a back road behind the zoo. After
waiting forever at a stop sign behind a monster truck, I came to a place where
I could scoot into a driveway and turn around,
I went the long
way, headed this time for the road behind the Log Cabin Village and through the
park. But the Colonial golf tournament, which has another name these days,
begins tomorrow, and all roads were blocked off. I knew that University would
be a mess between the zoo and golf people. I contemplated my options, the best
of which was not appealing—to turn left onto University and go to Vickery.
Don’t get me
wrong. I’m a good driver. I learned to drive in Chicago and spent one summer
commuting from the south side to Evanston via the crowded Outer Drive. But anxiety
came with age. When I returned to driving, after a two-year absence due to
health, I put anxiety behind me and was fairly fearless. But lately I’ve reverted
to my back-road ways—I don’t do freeways and heavy traffics bothers me. I like
to know where I’m going and have my route planned out.
Suddenly, I anticipated
getting disoriented. That old panicky feeling came back. I cut to the right,
turned right on University, made a left onto Park Hill and came home. Jordan,
Christian, and Jacob were headed to lunch, and I asked them to get my groceries
after their lunch, which they did. So after five missed tries, I got two bags
of groceries and three bottles of wine.
Tonight, lamb
meatballs, tzatziki sauce, corn salad, and green salad, as we head into a long
and busy week.
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