It’s time for Share Your World! The weekly prompt wherein I drink a glass of whine (oops, WINE) and wax eloquent about the finer details.
Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?
Out. No question.
I’m underneath a big feather duvet, alongside hubby and two cats. It’s toasty. Sometimes, too toasty. Plus, hot flashes, you know? So, I need to ventilate now and again. But more than anything, I start to feel claustrophobic and trapped if the sheets are tucked in.
Out. Definitely out.
Have you stolen a street sign before?
Heavens no! That sort of brazen, public act of theft would take a certain brand of chutzpah that is completely foreign to me. Not to mention my lack of aptitude with tools. I’m strictly a lowly, low-tech, penny-pinching thief.
Allow me to explain.
I was raised a Lutheran and for the first sixteen years of my life, I was a devoted and engaged member of the church. I sang in the choir, I taught Sunday School and helped out during Vacation Bible School. I followed the Ten Commandments because who doesn’t need a set of rules to guide them through this crazy world?
Follow them I did.
Except when I didn’t.
It’s true. I stole money from my mom’s wallet. I needed it to support my addiction. To the white powdery stuff.
I’m talking about SUGAR!
Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?
Even if I subscribed to newspapers or magazines, or knew where to find coupons online, I can’t imagine I’d find a use for most of the discounted products or services. Besides, I don’t think the prices could do better than my system. I rarely pay full price.
Reiner and I approach grocery shopping as a military operation. We make a list of the specials at three or four stores. We consider the best route, who will shop where, and the location with the cleanest public washrooms. Or coffee shop, as the case may be.
“OK, listen up. We start at the north end and move south. Agreed?”
“You take the optometrist and Loblaws while I pick up the cookies and half-and-half at Giant Tiger.”
Then we synchronize our watches and: “Move! Move! MOVE!”
Speaking of commandments and sins, I have an obsessive compulsion to never run out. I consider it a personal failure if there is not a continuous supply of everything and anything we might need. When an item is on sale, I stock up. When the pantry inventory falls to one or two containers left, I step up my search of the specials, and my mission to replenish the stores.
Before we moved to Cobalt, many of our friends voiced their concerns: surely the shopping will be less than ideal.? Weren’t we going to find that a hardship? I’m happy to say, so far, so good. We haven’t had to do without. Everything we need is available here. Well, mostly. Today while shopping for groceries, we had to pay a whopping $8.49 for a container of No Salt. (Reiner is on a salt-restricted diet.)
Besides, if we can’t find it at the bricks and mortar outlet, then it’s available online.
Did you know that you can buy TWENTY cases of Friskies – that’s 240 cans or an eight-month supply – from Wal-Mart, delivered free, to the post office? Did you also know, that twenty cases of cat food is not the weirdest thing that the post office has received?
Do you have freckles?
[runs to mirror]
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for kind and concerned neighbours both on Nipissing Road and online. Thank you, one and all for your friendship.
The long-range forecast is calling for above zero temperatures! I’ll take it!
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