Time always gets the best of me when it comes to blogging. It happens.

It is now February. In the past two weeks, we have been to school three out of ten days due to 18 INCHES of snow being dumped upon northwest Arkansas. Ridiculous weather. During this snowpocalypse, as it has been termed endearingly, everyone around me was talking about rushing off to Walmart to stock up on food. Which I understand completely, especially because there's one so close to us now. But I didn't go there. I have made it to Ozark Natural Foods twice since my last post. On the last visit, my mom and I bought a butternut squash and made delicious soup. It was mostly organic, too, besides the butter. We didn't have to use any cream, either, and it was so tasty. I challenge thee, Walmart squash, to do better.

I haven't really had any issues with my non-Walmart happenings thus far. Mostly, I'm just severely aware of how much everyone relies on the place. Once it means something to me, suddenly I notice it in conversations everywhere. Not necessarily in a bad way, just often.

I did set foot in Walmart for the first time all year. Not even really inside, just in between the two sliding doors, to rent a RedBox movie.

I am concerned more and more about the new Neighborhood Market being put in on Wedington. It's across the street from a Harp's, which has a pretty good selection and is always busy when I've been there. I really like Harp's. They're an employee owned grocery and I really like supporting that. It seems really unnecessary to put in ANOTHER grocery store right there. I know, that's competition. But just because we can doesn't mean we need to. I know I sound whiny, but seriously. Why construct another building? Will Walmart really be hurt just by leaving one corner of our town uncovered? I don't think so. Maybe it's not that big of a deal. I just don't see why it's necessary.

This is sort of a weak post. I'll try to be better about keeping up with this, and expand on thoughts when they actually come to me, not three weeks later. Excuses, excuses.