I became consumed with the foulest of villainy awhile after publishing yesterday's post.
Perhaps if I had not been boycotting my younger brother who was drinking beer after coming home and almost immediately turning on the T.V. at 4:30 p.m., I might have instead been involved watching T.V. with him.
But it is always only a matter of time ere the surrender.
I do not remember when it was that I was into bed last evening, but I suspect that it was nearer 11:00 p.m. than should have been.
Eventually sleep arrived; and as is typical for me, it would come and go. I had plans for the very early morning, so I did not want to rise too early in the a.m. as I would otherwise have done (so that I could work on the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites).
My plans were to try and arrive at the Real Canadian Superstore outlet ─ approximately 2.8125 miles from my home ─ as soon after its 7:00 a.m. opening as would be possible for me. I do not drive, so it would be a hike that I would be undertaking.
It probably was not yet 4:00 a.m. when I rose, so I had some time to put in a little work on that website post. And I also did some online research to see what buys the store had that were cheaper than what I would have found at Walmart Canada a mere mile or so from here. The main purpose of my trip was to buy two one-litre cartons of heavy (33% butterfat) whipping cream at $3.59 each to mostly use in my two daily hot caffeinated beverages.
I buy two of the cartons because apparently just one would cost $5.58, if you can believe it! And this wasn't a special sale that I was taking advantage of ─ this has been the pricing for months.
I think Walmart Canada's litres of heavy whipping cream are priced at $4.18. But I am a 70-year-old pensioner, so I go where money can be saved.
Real Canadian Superstore did have a sale on for two other grocery items that I intended to take advantage of if I was able to find any of them on the shelves ─ two weeks before, the same two items were on sale then, too, but the shelves were cleaned out of both products.
While I was visiting the website of the store, I at first thought that it had reduced its hours and would not be opening until 8:00 a.m. But then I read further and realized that it was still opening at 7:00 a.m., but that first hour was a "dedicated shopping hour" due to the COVID-19 scare and subsequent the shutdowns all over the world:
Real Canadian Superstore has introduced one-hour of dedicated shopping for customers who need assistance or consideration, including seniors and those living with disabilities.
Well, I don't think that I look to be 70 years old, but there is no question that my birth date qualifies me.
I finally began readying for the hike at 5:50 a.m., but I underestimated the time I would require for that preparation. The big drain on my time turned out to be the trimming of my beard. I had not gone anywhere public in a full two weeks, so my beard needed considerable attention, including the shaving of much of my neck.
I had wanted to do some pull-ups at an elementary school playground a fairly short distance into my trip, but that had to be dismissed ─ it was at least 6:15 a.m. or even 6:20 a.m. before I at last got on my way. It may even have been later.
Everything was wet outside ─ a light rain had only recently ceased. And though it was still quite dark, it was not entirely so; and the sky was growing brighter.
I hustled, and fared better in doing so than I expected myself to be capable of. I had noticed that my cellphone was so low on battery power that I could barely detect the sliver of red indicating that fact, so I refrained from constantly checking the time as I travelled.
Then at last with the store just ahead of me, I took a peek at the time ─ it was only 7:10 a.m.; I had feared that it was at least 7:30 a.m. or nearer 8:00 a.m.
Two weeks ago the store was already quite full of shoppers, for back then there were no hours of "dedicated shopping". Conditions were far better this morning.
And both of the two sale items were in stock: three-litre containers of Club Pack honey at $18 even (and a limit of four such containers to a customer); and the tall 475-gramme cans of Nescafé instant coffee at $10.78 per tin (limit of two to a customer).
I bought two of the tins of Nescafé; but there was no way that I was going to try toting home more than one three-litre container of honey. I had but one tote bag, so all of the weight was always going to be in one hand and a strain on one arm.
Even so, I was beset with temptation when I came upon five-pound bags of carrots, and so I added that burden to my total.
I also bought a brick of old cheddar cheese, and a bottle of Wild Alaskan fish oil supplements.
I don't know what the total weight of my load came to, but it was heavier by far than a dozen cans of beer. As I began the homeward trek, I even wondered if I would be able to perform the entire walk without stopping to rest.
Well, I did have to stop. But I only did so once and for just two or three minutes in a park no more than a half mile from home. By that time, my pace had slowed abominably. A toddler would have been able to keep up with me. As well, I was covering very little distance between each hand-change of my load.
By the time I was home, it was almost 8:30 a.m., but no one else had yet risen.
I got back to work on that website post, and managed to get back into my bedroom for a nap just before my brother emerged from his bedroom shortly before 10:00 a.m.
It wasn't too much of a nap, but I didn't call it quits until something like 11:20 a.m.
I had another in the fairly early afternoon after I had eaten my day's first meal. At that point, my brother was in his own bedroom getting a rest. And he and his van were gone when I later emerged.
He doesn't risk drinking and driving as yet, so I knew that he would be returning later in the afternoon.
That event occurred just ahead of 5:15 p.m. It is now 5:25 p.m., and he is already watching T.V. with his first opened can of beer.
As yet I do not know if I will join him later in the evening, for he was so miserably drunk Friday evening that I wanted nothing to do with him yesterday ─ that was why I didn't watch T.V. last evening. I just may boycott him this evening as well.
We shall see.
Whatever the case, even if I do deign to put our T9 Android 8.1 Android TV Box into operation for some evening T.V., it won't be until around 8:00 p.m. ─ I am not a slave to the T.V. like my computer-ignorant younger brother is.
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