I’m sure that I’ve griped plenty about Canada Post in this space.  Actually, many of its employees are quite nice; I received a yarn order yesterday which contained a set of long-but-lightweight blocking wires, and the mail guy and I shared a laugh at my utter surprise after opening the door and finding him standing, almost totally obscured by a three-and-a-half-foot box.  (I can say that, see, because Canada’s partial embrace of the imperial system means that things like rooms and pizzas are still reassuringly measured in feet and inches, even though speeds and temperatures are all metric.  Which suits me fine, because God knows how I’d fare when, on the spot, faced with the option of purchasing a 23-centimeter pizza.  Also, I remain blissfully unaware of fluctuations in gasoline prices, because nobody can convert those with any degree of spontaneity.)

Recently, though, I’ve discovered a far superior alternative to the lengthy shipping times, customs transits, and erratic delivery schedules of the mail service.  Apparently, when you live in a major city, you can buy some things in person.  I know!

We’ve been in dire need of wool wash — yes, I can hear many of you replying that you had no idea that such stuff existed, but I produce a lot of hand-wash-only woolens and it’s good for the fibers and you don’t have to rinse it out and it smells good — for some time, but I was balking at the idea of having to pay $8 shipping for a smallish bottle.  After some online sleuthing, however, I found that a local yarn store carried what I wanted.  And I took the metro over there, and I looked at some yarn, and I bought the wool wash, and I didn’t even have to wait or pay shipping!

Similarly, thanks to changes in whatever seasonal pollens are wafting through the air at present, I’ve been suffering a particularly intense dual outbreak of eczema and hives.  I’ve been treating it with both emollients and steroids, yet still woke myself up multiple times per night scratching furiously at my legs and arms.  And lo!  Encased in pink, itchy flesh, I walked myself over to the Lush shop and bought myself a little pot of Dream Cream.  Instant relief!  No waiting, and no more angry epidermis!

Apparently, not all products need be purchased online, then shipped to Ohio, where you pick them up and carry them home a month later.  The More You Know, readers.  The More You Know.

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