After the publication of yesterday's post, I had just finished collecting together a small supper and was going to tune in some T.V. to watch it with, when I noticed my younger brother arriving home from wherever he had gone early in the afternoon to watch the Seahawks / Rams NFL playoff game, and to drink.
I had already learned that Seattle ─ his favoured NFL team ─ had been trounced with a 10-point loss by the victorious L.A. Rams and had thus been eliminated from playoffs contention, so I figured that he was likely quite disappointed.
But I did not wish to become involved with him and thereby be expected to sit up in operation of our new Android TV Box. I had early a.m. grocery shopping plans for this morning.
So I brought my light supper upstairs here to my computer and left him to himself. I think that both of my stepsons were home and in their den area ─ he could always have some communication with either of them if he desired.
It probably was only around 7:30 p.m.
I was to finally get to bed around 9:45 p.m.; but although my brother came upstairs a couple of times to use the bathroom (he was still drinking beer), he never ventured any conversation with me.
I managed some sleep, but when I was next awake enough to be curious on the time, it was barely after 11:00 p.m. Perhaps I initially sought a little more sleep, but I soon enough decided to dispense with the effort and rise to perform some work here at my computer.
And I was to remain up until shortly after 3 a.m., returning to bed after setting my cellphone's alarm for 5:15 a.m. My destination Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) opens at 7 a.m., and is a round trip hike of 5.625 miles (I do not drive).
While I was up, I had heard it raining a few times, albeit relatively lightly.
Anyway, I did not want to get up when I heard my cellphone alarm, but I did not feel as appalled at the prospect as was the case yesterday when I also went grocery shopping at a considerably nearer different chain store.
Even so, I lay abed for some while in contemplation before rallying and getting myself up. And by the time I had set off on my dark journey, it was 6:09 a.m.
It was raining, but only a very fine mist that was no threat to getting me wet. A little over halfway into my trek, though, the rain was more serious and gave me some concern. Between the cold rain and the equally cold breeze helping to drive the rain against my shaven head, I was experiencing a bit of a 'brain freeze'. Fortunately, those conditions only lasted for perhaps a half mile of my hike.
By about an hour after leaving home, I was to my destination; and in very short order, I had collected together the items I had wanted. One of them was instant coffee ─ the tall 454-gramme tins of Nescafé Rich. They were on sale for $7.99. By comparison, at Save-On-Foods yesterday morning where I had shopped for some other items, I noticed that they were very much over $16.
Due to such a price reduction, only one tin was allowed per customer, but I selected a second one anyway ─ the regular price is still a few dollars cheaper than at Save-On-Foods.
My cashier proved to be a friendly enough middle-aged South Asian woman whom I had trouble understanding, largely due to the stupid face masks everyone is expected to wear. She said something about the coffee as she was ringing me up, and I guessed that she was pointing out that only one can would be on sale; so I okayed the fact that, yes, I was expecting to pay full price on the second can.
For some reason, though, she set aside one of the cans, making me wonder if she wasn't even going to allow me to buy the darned thing.
Then I got busy packing up my purchases into the two carrying bags I had brought with me. I paid with my debit card meantime, but then she drew my attention to the fact that I was now going to have to buy the second can of coffee, so I did that.
It was not until I was maybe a mile into my non-rainy trip home that I suddenly realized what the dear woman had been doing for me ─ she was letting me buy both cans at the sale price, and that was why they were being run up separately.
Can you feature that?! There are indeed good people around.
Anyway, my trip home was quite challenging, for I had purchased more poundage than I anticipated that I would be doing. By the time I was home again, it was perhaps as much as 8:20 a.m., and one of my stepsons was already up. I figured it to be my youngest stepson, for he had to work yesterday morning, and that was likely the case for today, too. But it turned out to be the older lad.
Evidently he was awaiting friends to head away with to do snowboarding somewhere for the day.
He was to leave before my brother emerged from his own bedroom, perhaps around 8:40 a.m. After my brother bade me a good morning, I expressed my condolences over the Seahawks' loss yesterday. At that, he opined that it was probably the worst performance that they gave in any game this entire season.
And that brings me up to the present at 9:26 a.m. I am going to break now until sometime this afternoon.
Gosh, my evening is nigh, and I believe that I am going to have to confess that other than that arduous walk bearing home such a weight of groceries, I find myself still lacking too profoundly to even give any exercising serious contemplation, let alone to actually be intending any.
I would have returned to bed for another needed nap this afternoon, but I have been slow-cooking the very meaty ham bone that comprises the remnants of the New Year's Day dinner that my brother and his girlfriend Bev prepared here for us. I've probably had it going for five hours, if not more. All I added to the pot was a package of pot barley, and quite a few of those very small potatoes that come in several different colours.
Since I did not want to risk napping with the collection cooking on a stove element, even under reduced heat, I settled on stretching out on the chesterfield from roughly 4:15 till 5:15 p.m. Since I was covered over with a comforter or quilt, due to how brutalized I have been feeling physically today, I am sure that I slipped into a bit of a nap.
I've been home alone ─ my youngest stepson packed up and went somewhere in his / his brother's car very early in the afternoon. Perhaps he went off to join his big brother snowboarding.
Concerning the car, I'm not quite sure if it's still the exclusive property of his older brother or not. The older lad acquired a Harley-Davidson last March 31st or April 1st, so I don't know if he merely relinquished the car's use to his younger brother, or if the younger lad has been making financial contributions toward keeping it insured and legal and in full operational condition.
But I've rambled on enough ─ it's now approaching 6:30 p.m.
No comments:
Post a Comment