There seems no hope for me. I am always eager to embrace my greatest failure, and so I have lost the afternoon.
It had been my hope to get away by 6 a.m. or so on the hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore so that I could stock up on whipping cream, buying two more litres of the delicious commodity that I mainly use with my coffees.
I had checked the store's website yesterday to see if there were sales on any of the other four products that I take upon myself to keep us supplied with, but nothing stood out. And to my considerable disappointment, the litres of whipping cream seemed to have increased in cost. For at least a couple of years, I have been buying the litres for $3.59 apiece when bought in pairs; a single litre was somewhere over $5.
No other market that I shop at ever sold whipping cream for any less than what Real Canadian Superstore charged for their single litres. So, even though the store was a little over 2¾ miles away and I had to walk (I do not drive), I mostly considered the effort to be worthwhile.
Well, when I checked the store's website yesterday, I found that the litres of whipping cream were being advertised at something like a dollar more than what a single litre was priced at when bought in pairs. There no longer seemed to be a discount for buying two litres.
Sure, it was still well under $5 and thus cheaper than what any other store advertised the same product for ─ the other stores seem to now be charging over $6; but I could only wonder if this betokened a permanent price hike at Real Canadian Superstore, and I would never again be able to obtain two one-litre cartons for $3.59 apiece.
None of the other four items I tend to buy at the store were on sale, but I definitely wanted to get the cream, for I was running out of my final litre.
Alas, I never got to bed last night until around 1 a.m., thanks to sitting up late with my besotted younger brother in the operation of our Android TV Box which he has no facility with.
In order to leave here at 6 a.m., I would have needed to rise at 5 a.m. to allow myself time to have some black instant coffee. The store opens at 7 a.m.
And so when I went to bed last night, I scrapped the idea of making the long hike to Real Canadian Superstore and would instead visit the brand new outlet of Save-On-Foods (Google Map) for the second time that had opened up on January 27 not a mile away. It also opens at 7 a.m.
Its website did not indicate any remarkable sales of the whipping cream ($6.49 per litre!) nor of the other four items I was mainly interested in, but at least I could sacrifice for that cost and buy a litre of the whipping cream to stave me over until next Sunday morning.
I do not tend to do my grocery shopping on any other day of the week. And since I detest being abroad during the busy day, I would never make the trip later on a Sunday morning. I either had to try and arrive as soon after its 7 a.m. opening as possible, or I just would not go.
As it happened, I found myself awake right around 4:30 a.m., but I was dreadfully in need of further sleep. I used the toilet and returned to bed.
When next I roused and checked the time, I found that it was already 7 a.m.! Save-On-Foods had opened already.
Nevertheless, by hurrying in readying myself, I knew that I could be on my way before 7:30 a.m. and still arrive at the store before the morning or the store were yet busy.
I also wanted to deposit the monthly expenses reconciliation cheque that my brother had given me yesterday ─ it was written out for just under $150. The ATM I make such deposits at is at the Coast Capital Savings headquarters (Google Map) and which is almost a neighbour to Save-On-Foods.
And so without benefit of a coffee, I was on my way ─ possibly no later than 7:20 a.m., but certainly before 7:25 a.m. The sky was mostly clear, so it was going to be a sunny morning with temperatures hovering right around the freezing mark when I left home.
Approximately halfway to the ATM, I suddenly realized that when I had sat at the dining table to sign the cheque, all I had stupidly done was write the amount of the cheque on the deposit envelope.
I was not going to be making the deposit.
No real matter ─ it could wait a week.
I got to Save-On-Foods and started adding things to my basket ─ items I would not have bought at Real Canadian Superstore because of the wretched burden of hiking them home that greater distance.
One thing that I have noticed about this new Save-On-Foods outlet is that it seems to have many unadvertised sales. Imagine my huge delight when I went to get the litre of whipping cream and discovered that the litres were marked down to $3.29!
And so I bought two after all, and thanked my lucky stars that I had not made that wretchedly long hike to Real Canadian Superstore where the whipping cream was priced at a dollar or more higher per litre.
Back at home, I was later to watch several videos with my brother that relate to the scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic, including one posted today by Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson who has been in Ottawa with the Freedom Convoy 2022, having travelled with them when they left these parts around two weeks ago ─ the 53-minute video was titled Crucial Updates from Parliament Hill and can be found at her Rumble channel.
This could have been a very good day had only I sought an afternoon nap instead of squandering it as I was to do. My morning had been so unexpectedly auspicious. How can I so easily foul all?
It is already after 7:30 p.m., so I have no further time for this post. I must get at some supper before my brother returns home ─ as he usually does each day, he left mid-afternoon or earlier to eventually end up drinking somewhere.
I just hope that he is in better condition when he gets home than he was last evening, for despite showing up by 7:50 p.m. at latest, he passed out during the first show that I tuned in for us.
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