To my considerable credit early last evening, I set off no later than maybe 7:10 p.m. to undertake the round trip hike of 5.625 miles to the Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google map) that is closest to my home. Only my two stepsons were then home, but neither was privy to my departure.
The sole purpose of the journey was to purchase two litres of Dairyland whipping cream. No store anywhere near to me sells litres of whipping cream for less than $4.18 ─ and most price it over $5. However, two litres of whipping cream can be gotten at the Real Canadian Superstore for $3.59 apiece if two of them are bought ─ but a single carton on its own would cost $5.58.
I am an old age pensioner ─ I have to be prudent with my spending.
And since I go through a litre of whipping cream in approximately a week, having two litres here is not by any stretch courting the older litre with souring.
I mostly use the cream for my coffee, but sometimes I may have a bowl of frozen blueberries or similar frozen fruit, and I like to allow the fruit to thaw in the whipping cream ─ it makes a delicious finish to a meal.
My hike was a success, and I even bought a few other items. The cashier I came to looked so lonely ─ most customers seemed to be using self-serve check-outs. In fact, as I walked past the mostly empty check-outs that would normally have been staffed during busier hours (as I deliberately searched for someone to do my checking-out), she engaged my eyes and smiled at me with a most wonderful, welcoming, warm smile.
So I spoke with her and learned that she was indeed bored as blazes with hardly anything to do as she awaited a customer such as myself. She even claimed that she preferred staffing a cash register when the store was at its busiest because time would then just fly by ─ not weigh upon her so heavily as it was doing at that point in her long day.
Another employee interrupted us with a pricing question for my girl, so I used that as my cue to withdraw ─ I was beginning to fear that I might have to converse with the attractive South Asian lass until another customer showed up, but I wanted to get on my return hike and have it done.
I was back home by 9:20 p.m., if I am remembering correctly. My brother was here by then, watching T.V. ─ there would be no early bedtime for me, but I had anticipated that this would likely be so.
And so we sat up into the midnight hour while I operated our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch up episodes of a couple of the T.V. series we follow. My wife arrived home during that time from her long day working at her friend's Thai restaurant, but I was upstairs rinsing off my toothbrush when she came into the house, so she only exchanged greetings with my brother.
And ultimately, she went to bed later in the evening and she and I had not spoken a word to one another.
On such late evenings, I usually make do with just one can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I endeavour to keep in stock. But because of my unusually late supper (9:30 p.m.) and my earlier exertions, after the first can I felt well able to handle a second.
Well, the late supper and double-beer whammy rather adversely affected my sleep, and by 7:00 a.m. I was suffering some nasal congestion and general unpleasantness, so I soon decided to rise and put work into the post I am nearly finished with at one of my six hosted websites.
Quite unexpected was my wife's arising at 8:30 a.m. to begin some cooking for us in the kitchen that she would leave for the household when she later left on her drive to the restaurant for its 11:00 a.m. opening.
My eldest stepson had not gone to work, so I would not have been able to use his bed for some rest even if my wife had kept her usual 10:00 a.m. rising.
My brother never emerged from his bedroom until a little after 10:00 a.m., and by then I had the T.V. on because I wanted control so that I could tune in a documentary I wanted both of us to watch.
I had it all set up to go via the YouTube 'app' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
The feature was The Earthing Movie. There are probably several places online that it can be found, but one YouTube source is here for however long the documentary may remain uploaded and result in a viable link.
My brother was initially skeptical, but he soon became clearly interested in its implications and promise. It also renewed my own somewhat flagged interest ─ I can't afford a commercial grounding pad for sleeping with, but perhaps I can at least try just using a long enough and suitable wire that I can run out my bedroom window and attach to a metal rod in the ground.
Apparently even a water-pipe within the house is perfectly workable.
My end of the wire would of course have to be attached to my body. I flounder a little too much, I think, for it to be attached to my ankles or wrists, so I haven't quite got that technicality worked out.
I was delighted to see actress Amy Smart featured well into the documentary. Just a couple or so months ago I adored her and her role in the Christmas comedy Just Friends.
It's been a little odd having both of my stepsons home all day on a weekday. The youngest lad had been away for a month to Thailand, and only arrived back home last Wednesday or Thursday evening. I don't know why his older brother didn't go to work today, but the younger lad was told to stay home for two weeks after he showed up for work late last week and his manager found out where he had been holidaying.
Everyone is so damned afraid of catching COVID-19.
The day has been a mix of some Sun and cloud. After I had watched T.V. with my brother earlier today, he sought his bed rest in the early afternoon. I finally sought my own after my day's first meal. And when I rose again, my brother was gone to resume his daily drinking somewhere.
I don't feel like having another late night of it, so I hope I am able to get to bed early this evening.
Speaking of Thailand as I was, Google Photos has created a collage today from three photos that were taken two years ago when my wife went back to her family village home to see her mother, as well as other family and friends:
My wife is wearing the hat and peering at us from the solitary photo in the second column. The other two people are her friend Daisha, and the woman my wife has always referred to as her "sister-cousin".
Here are the three original photos:
My wife's home village is Nong Soong, perhaps a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani. Thus, I expect that this is the area in which the three were tooling around in the back of someone's pickup.
Nong Soong ─ and there are variations on its spelling ─ was where the U.S. had their Ramasun Station during the Vietnam War. My wife's father sometimes drove a truck involved with that base.
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