After about an hour of internal and external debate, Sara and I both decided to call out of work. I had an extra day banked and it was fucking freezing. High of 32. Ice still on the roads. My driveway is about a 30 degree angle and bordered by a rock wall on either side. Iced over, it’s terrifying. Especially with the image of that car overturned less than a block away. Neither of our bosses seemed terribly surprised. Mandela came over about five minutes before we’re supposed to be at work. I was in a bathrobe and slippers. He seemed relieved and called in as well. We agreed that we had all made a great decision by not going to work. The decision became more about not wanting to work than not being capable of going to work, since the temperatures rose and the ice and snow largely melted by 4. We spent the early afternoon avoiding getting dressed, then braved the cold and grey for a trip to Fred Meyer.
After a highly successful grocery trip, we were waiting in line and trying to predict the total. The wildcard was the cheese, an expensive and crucial part of the purchase. We started talking about how, if there were a shortage, I’d pay twice the cost to keep having cheese. And if there were a war in the Middle East to acquire more cheese, I’d support it. “Would you fight on the frontlines for the cheese, or just put on a bumper sticker?” Sara asked. I told her I’d enlist. And she would go to anti-war protests where people shouted ‘no blood for cheese,’ and stand across the picket line and shout about how I was over there making the ultimate sacrifice so they could have cheese. ‘Cheese isn’t free!’ she’d shout. And they’d say there are cheese alternatives, and she’d say the technology isn’t ready yet. A woman got in line behind us and was very concerned. “There’s a cheese war?” No, we said and she was relieved. She works in food science at the health sciences university. I asked her if she knew Michael Newman, a friend who does food taste tests at OHSU regularly. She didn’t.
I made homemade hummus and sort of homemade salsa. Wearing my robe again and reading comic books. I think we’re going out to a nearby bar later. I’m glad I didn’t go to work today.
I canvassed this woman last week, and her daughter had rabbits and a big family of guinea pigs. I stayed at the house for about 15 minutes, holding each animal as she insisted. This is a unique breed of rabbit she had, and the softest thing I’ve ever touched.