My bedtime last evening was 10:00 p.m., for my younger brother had not come home. He generally stays with his girlfriend Bev on Saturday evenings and sleeps at her home later those nights, but he did come back here after I had gone to bed. I am certain that I was still awake.
I had my usual succession of naps that comprise sleep for me, and by 2:00 a.m. I became too roused to easily sleep further ─ I wanted to get to work on the post I will soon have completed at one of my six hosted websites.
I also hoped that awhile later I would manage to get away on a hike to Walmart Canada over at Surrey Place (Central City) ─ I estimate it to be something over a mile from here. The outlet opens at 7:00 a.m.
The reason for the shopping would be to purchase some groceries, and the primary commodity I was after was liquid whipping cream in the litre-sized cartons ─ I didn't really need anything else, but would have made further purchases anyway since I was there.
I use liquid whipping cream (33% butter fat) in my coffee, whereas my younger brother always buys that skim-milk version of cream that's only 10% butter fat. However, of late he has been too lazy to buy his watered down drivel, and now everybody is using my whipping cream.
My brother has about three weeks to go on a three-month driving suspension, so he is evidently losing his resolve to do much grocery shopping. Well, welcome to my world! ─ I have never owned a car nor a driver's licence, and I am 70 years old.
I made an online check of store prices for the whipping cream, for Walmart and the Real Canadian Superstore have been the only stores that sell it for below $4 a carton ─ but in the case of that latter store, one must purchase two cartons for something like $3.59 each, or pay $5.15 or so for just one carton.
I don't mind buying two cartons at all ─ one normally might last me a week or so with no one else helping themselves to it. However, the nearest such store is a hike of 5.625 miles compared to the far shorter 'stroll' to get to Walmart.
Unfortunately, Walmart's website never lists their Lucerne (owned by Agropur) whipping cream in the litre size ─ or at least, I have yet to find it on their website. Yet this morning, perhaps using Google, I once located a listing for it that claimed the cream was $4.18 for a litre.
Foolishly, I did not keep that browser tab open, and I could not locate the listing again. Was it perhaps some archived listing? I had no bloody way of knowing.
The Real Canadian Superstore had its usual prices in effect for their Dairyland whipping cream, but I wasn't keen on walking that far. I decided that I would gamble on Walmart.
Around 5:45 a.m. or a little more I had declined rather badly and decided to return to bed to seek some restoration for the venture. I probably spent 45 minutes in rest.
It was necessary to do some heavier beard trimming than I wanted earlier, for it had been set in some disarray over the past couple of days from my penchant for sleeping on my side.
I envy people who can remain upon their backs the night through and actually sleep. The only time I could effectively manage that was following some surgery ─ I was left with no option if I didn't want to have to subject the surgical incision to the excruciation of having my bodyweight lying upon it.
I actually took three selfies between 2:42 a.m. - 2:45 a.m. prior to that trimming:
I rarely ever have a beard like this. The only part of me where it is truly thick ─ apart from my moustache and chin ─ is along my jawline; and heavily so on my neck, which I have to constantly shave or I would look ridiculous with a huge bushy neck beard and so little by comparison above it.
Anyway, as it often does, time rather ran away on me. As well, I realized that I had quite a quantity of raw rice that my wife just recently discovered in a large plastic container that had been tucked away essentially out of notice for quite a few years. The plan was to take it to a nearby park and dump it there for whatever wildlife might benefit from it.
Consequently, it must have been around 8:00 a.m. before I got to the store.
The first thing I did was check for the whipping cream...and it was indeed now $4.18. Had I only known for certain!
It was too late to do aught but buy my other groceries, and forget about the whipping cream. I refuse to pay 50¢ a litre more for it than I have to, even if it means a long walk. The present hope is that I will be able to get away as soon after dark as possible later today and make that trip, but I will have to leave before my wife or my brother show up.
I've had both a latter morning and a mid-afternoon nap, so I ought to be able to retain the vim for the enterprise. It was lightly raining during the mid-afternoon, but it has since ceased.
Google Photos notified me today that it has created yet another collage from a few of the photos that my wife took eight years ago when she had travelled back to her Thailand family home to visit her mother, other family, and friends:
The boy in the orange, black-striped t-shirt is my wife's nephew ─ that is his mother (and of course, my wife's sister) with the boy in the top right photo. But I don't know who any of the other kids are.
These are the original four photos:
My wife just loves babies and small kids, but I'm considerably more immune ─ especially to bratty boys. I have to admit that I do have a huge soft spot for little girls, and it has always been a regret of mine that my wife never gave birth to a daughter ─ just two sons.
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