Following the publication of yesterday's posts both here and in my private blog, I then earned the 💀💀💀 distinction early in the evening, unable and unwilling to resist any longer.
It had not snowed any further that day, but I next decided to see what I could do to try and use the snow shovel to remove the inch or so of snow that had fallen since the last shovelling. Unfortunately, despite a warming trend that had characterized the sunny daylight hours, that inch or so of snow was resting atop a frozen foundation, so I was unable to bare the pavement.
My younger brother arrived home (by bus) around 9:25 p.m. or so last evening, but he had gotten 'stinking drunk.' He was to retain consciousness for two episodes of one of the T.V. series we follow and watch via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box, but at 11:00 p.m. he announced that he could watch no more.
He spoke with a senile insensibility, employing a singsong, affected high voice that I found to be repugnant. When he drinks to excess, he becomes offensively silly like this. So much so that ─ if I had a choice ─ I would not live with the unpalatable personage he becomes when he is in this state, for that persona is no brother of mine.
I was to be in bed ahead of 11:30 p.m.
My wife was to have worked that long day at her friend's Thai restaurant, so I wondered if she would be showing up overnight ─ she had not come home the previous night.
Eventually I was to become aware that she was home and in our bedroom, fussing about. I wear earplugs and a blindfold, so I oped not to take a peek at the time until she was finally into bed. However, that may have taken her 15 or 20 minutes, if not more. And when I did look once the bedroom was darkened, it seemed to be after 3:30 a.m.
I failed to sleep well thereafter; and in fact, I decided to rise ahead of 5:00 a.m. so that I could get to work on the day's content assignment at the post I am compiling at one of my six hosted websites.
My eldest stepson appeared to be blowing off the workday, but he finally did rise a half-hour or more later than his usual 6:00 a.m. start to his workday.
And after he had left on his cold drive, I kept at the post work until I had completed the content assignment for today.
As usual, rather than disturb my working wife's sleep, I bedded down on the floor here in front of my computer ─ a device kept in a small room immediately next to our bedroom. It was something like 8:13 a.m.
My cellphone's alarm had been set for 9:59 a.m. in case it was necessary to rouse my wife ─ she usually likes to rise around 10:00 a.m. on those days that she has an 11:00 a.m. start at the rather distant restaurant.
I did get in a little sleeping as dreams can testify, but it was a very broken napping session. I was awake when my cellphone's alarm sounded.
My younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., so I went downstairs to boil some water and fix up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage.
My brother doesn't understand how to operate the Android TV Box, so I put it to use by calling up an episode of one of the shows we follow ─ a documentary series whose episodes are generally around 1½ hours even without commercials.. Then at 10:10 a.m. I went upstairs to check on my wife.
Last Thursday, she did not have to start work until 4:00 p.m. ─ was that to be the situation today? I opened the bedroom door and saw her all covered up in bed, so I softly enquired, "Do you get to sleep in today?"
She responded with a noncommittal noise ─ the sort of sound one might make in an acknowledgment given in lieu of an actual word.
"Okay, then." And I closed the bedroom door, returning downstairs to watch the show in progress.
My brother was to prove most annoying ─ he kept getting up and leaving the room for one reason or another. I think once he even went upstairs to spend time sitting on the toilet. As a result, he was missing out on a vast amount of the show. Heck, once he even took a brief phone call on his cellphone.
Around 11:00 a,m. my wife seemed to be getting up.
Fifteen minutes later, my brother began dressing up to apparently go outside. It was then that he revealed that he was taking off to help someone he knows "move something." Apparently my brother's van was going to likely be the means of doing that.
There was still a lot of the documentary remaining, so I cancelled out of it to save for tomorrow.
By 11:20 a.m. at latest, my brother was gone. And then about five minutes later, downstairs came my wife all dressed up to also head away ─ it turned out that she did have to work, but was probably too tired to get up on time. I suspect that she may have been doing a little partying last night, and was suffering the consequences.
With her unexpected departure, I then realized that her youngest son was also up for the day.
I came upstairs here to get a start on the day's blog post; and then around 11:40 a.m. I heard the 21-year-old head out the front door. Curious, I peeked out my bedroom window and saw him climbing into his girlfriend's waiting car ─ they were most likely bound for work. They work at the same business, and have various shifts.
And now here it is, 12:21 p.m., and I have been home alone for some while. But I am going to take a break now and seek a nap in my proper bed. Otherwise, I will be in jeopardy of accomplishing much this afternoon.
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My younger brother never returned from his early errand. I therefore anticipate that he will likely be plastered again once he does show up later today ─ likely the evening.
Right now it is almost 3:00 p.m., and I am having my day's second hot caffeinated beverage. Then I hope to get on out to the backyard tool-shed for some exercising.
When I was a young man, I often ate enormous amounts of bread ─ usually with natural peanut butter, if I had it. Yes, I liked my bread and peanut butter, but of course the main reason I might eat an entire loaf of bread at a sitting was because I could ill afford anything better.
In lieu of bread, I might make an enormous pancake in a big frying pan ─ a pancake that could be as much as an inch thick. But I only used flour and a leavening agent, plus the grease or oil for the pan. If I had them, I might add eggs and milk to the raw mix.
I have written before how homemade bread only requires flour, yeast, something wholesome to feed the yeast (like maybe blackstrap molasses or honey), and some manner of healthy oil to grease the bread pans with.
If you look at the ingredients label of a commercial loaf of bread, you'll see an unbelievable roster of things that have absolutely no need to be there in the bread ─ except to benefit the purveyors of that product. Make no mistake ─ those other things are there for their commercial benefit and NOT because the extra ingredients are good for you or me.
Those extras ─ along with the tainted grains that go into making our flour today that are polluted with so ridiculously many chemicals used by the grain farmers in the raising and preparation of their crops ─ are undoubtedly behind much of the purported gluten insensitivity that is so rampant among North Americans.
And throwing in the possibility of genetically modified grains only worsens the scenario, creating a 'food' Nature never designed.
I hardly eat much bread anymore, but neither do I bother baking ─ it's been at least a couple of decades since last I tried. If I do have any bread here in my old age, I can build a meal around just one slice.
I found this article to be quite interesting ─ the authour is a proponent of occasional consumption of grains, whereas he is interviewing / debating with another authority who is generally an advocate of gluten-free living:
LifeSpa.com
It is amazing how trapped I feel, unable to afford to exclusively buy the organically raised versions of the vegetables, fruits, and animal-based products that I consume because my monthly pension is too limited; but also because I do not drive, and thus I am only able to shop at what are chain markets located within reasonable walking distance from where I live.
Back when I was younger and so very physically active, I sure never saw this sort of retirement existence coming. I think that if I had been able to know that the life I have now was going to be unavoidable, then I would have brought an end to my life rather than striving on just to get to where I am now.
But let's move along to a second health-related topic ─ this one involves a supplement touted to dramatically enhance the prowess of the brain:
HSIonline.com
I don't feel in any especial need to be adding this to my regimen of nutritional supplements, although it does seem that one needn't be taking the supplement indefinitely to witness results.
For short term use, it isn't exorbitant in affordability ─ I did an Amazon search at the top of this post, if you care to get a handle on prices for the supplements.
Who knows? I might yet give it a try.
Anyway, here are some other articles about citicoline:
- AlzDiscovery.org: CITICOLINE
- ChrisRosenbloom.com: CITICOLINE AND BRAIN HEALTH
- WebMD.com: CITICOLINE
- SimpleSmartScience.com: CITICOLINE AND CDP CHOLINE SUPPLEMENTS FOR IMPROVED BRAIN HEALTH, CONCENTRATION, AND MEMORY
- UniversityHealthNews.com: Citicoline for Memory
The brand name Cognizin is the property of a Japanese company called Kyowa Hakko Kirin that probably has a number of subsidiaries in other countries. In fact, I located a sub-three-minute YouTube video by very attractive Dr. Danielle Citrolo, PharmD ─ she's the Manager of Technical Services at Kyowa Hakko U.S.A.: Danielle Citrolo, PharmD, on the benefits of Cognizin.
My final health-related topic involves blackcurrants (Ribes nigrum) ─ I am only familiar with them by name, and possibly as far back as the late 1960s when I used to read a lot of literature on the topic of wilderness survival. I have never actually seen a blackcurrant, to my recollection.
But I would sure love to be growing some blackcurrant bushes!
HSIonline.com
Here are a few further articles on blackcurrants:
- Healthline.com: 6 Health Benefits of Black Currant
- WebMD.com: BLACK CURRANT
- HealthNutVitamin.com: Black currant (Ribes nigrum)
I did manage to take an exercise break, by the way. And at 4:00 p.m. near the end of that exercising session, I noticed that it had started to snow again. It was quite mild out.
I live in Surrey. A weather report on the radio declared that a snow warning has been issued, but after the next day or two we may finally start to experience some rain.
I didn't bother taking any photos of the weather conditions today ─ a cloudy day. Instead, I wanted to include a few more that were taken a little over a year ago when my wife and her two sons arranged a small reunion in Bali with five of their Thailand family members.
The young lady featured in the first three photos is Kæ̂m or Gâaem (she actually styles herself as Milada Gamz) ─ she is the wife of my wife's nephew Mark (or MonoMark). All of the following photos were taken on January 30, 2018:
Google Photos created this enhancement of the above photograph:
I must call a halt here so that I can create a post now at my older private blog.
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