Following her long day at work, my wife arrived home last evening just ahead of 9:00 p.m. ─ a little earlier than usual.
She later had to ready herself and drive the mile or so to pick up her youngest son from work ─ he had cycled there on his new BMX for the first time, but apparently has not yet matured enough at the age of 21 to suffer the rigours of biking home in the dark when he can impose upon his mother to fetch him.
Or perhaps he was just too ailing, having returned to work after a two-week break during which he managed to develop a bad cold ─ its cough still adversely affects his sleep.
Fortunately, for him, he now has two more days off in which to recover further. Today is a regular day off, and tomorrow is a day off due to a work 'slowdown.'
Despite my wife's errand, she was to get to bed well before I did ─ which for me was just after 1:00 a.m. My younger brother and I had sat up watching the final two episodes of the first season of The Terror via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
The final episode had a lot of Inuit dialogue ─ at the conclusion of the episode, there were several minutes of it. Yet there were no helpful subtitles.
I have no idea if that was a flaw that was the fault of the host of the episode's source that we were using, or if there never had been any subtitling for the episode ─ even though there had been subtitles in previous episodes.
It definitely ruined our understanding of the finish. We were able to figure out that the surviving English expedition's Captain Francis Crozier chose to remain with the Inuit and hide his existence from a rescue party that arrived two years later, but that was basically all we gleaned.
For example, Wikipedia explains that the mysterious Inuit woman who the Englishmen came to refer to as Lady Silence ─ and who had brought Captain Crozier to her people at the conclusion of the episode after saving the man's life ─ was summarily banished by her tribe because she was being blamed for the death of the monstrous polar-bear-like creature that managed to kill most of the crew of the two English ships over the course of the series.
That makes no sense ─ the Englishmen finally inadvertently killed it because they were dying of poison and the creature got poisoned in turn from devouring so many of them.
So then why keep Captain Crozier with the tribe and just blame her?
And why was he willing to remain with the tribe instead of going with her into exile ─ he knew and could speak Inuit fluently, so he knew precisely what was going on.
All in all, it was a disappointing finish not knowing what was going on at the end of the episode because of the absence of those essential and illuminating subtitles.
Anyway, as already said, I was into my bed just after 1:00 a.m., and it was not until shortly before 5:00 a.m. that I checked the time and got myself up as carefully as I could so as not to disturb my wife.
My youngest stepson was supposed to have printed out two required charitable donation receipts at work yesterday that I needed before I could drop off the income tax returns for my wife and I at the Canada Revenue Agency offices (Google map) no more than ¾ of a mile from here. However, I had no communication from him after he was home last evening and before I retired for the night.
Well, this early a.m. when I rose, I found the two documents laying upon the chair I use at my computer.
I have extreme difficulty getting out and going forth anywhere during the daylight hours ─ it has always been so for me, since I do not drive and thus have to walk, and I am by nature a private sort of soul who tends to shun the public.
I needed to get the two tax returns all set up, and then dress myself and make that hike before the day was yet busy.
As I recall, it was 5:26 a.m. after I had locked the front door and set off on the excursion. It proved uneventful, and I was back home a little ahead of 6:00 a.m.
My eldest stepson by then had the light on in his sleeping area as he probably dressed to ready himself for his drive to work.
Incidentally, it had rained last evening, and it was dripping wet when I sallied forth, but I never felt more than an occasional faint mist-like drop of rain.
Now at last I could get to work on the post I nearly had completed at my website Amatsu Okiya.
I stuck to that task, and I indeed got the post published: Geisha Doll II.
I didn't expect the job to take as long as it did. I was still up when my younger brother finished a shower and then emerged from his bedroom to go downstairs and turn on the T.V.
It was still possible that I might have been able to get a little more than an hour of rest by bedding down on the floor here in front of my computer ─ a gesture I make to safeguard my working wife's essential sleep, rather than simply return to our bed and jeopardize her peace.
But she fooled me by rising exceptionally early. And so I found myself committed to remaining up until at least she had left for work ─ she has an 11:00 a.m. start time at her friend's Thai restaurant.
By then, however, I had gotten committed to operating our Android TV Box so my younger brother could watch "something interesting" rather than the uninspiring fare available through our basic cable package.
And so it was that we watched a couple of episodes of shows that took us well into the noon-hour. By then he was ready for some further bedrest, for he always heads out for the afternoon to end up drinking somewhere.
I was at last able to gain some needed sleep in my bed, although I was not in bed as long as 75 minutes, I do not believe. I rose and emerged from my bedroom just in time to catch my brother readying to take off.
The day had become fairly sunny, so I hope that he got in a park walk somewhere before involving himself in his usual dissipation.
I considered sitting outside in the backyard to bask in the Sun, but ultimately decided to forego the experience. The weather is supposed to be even better tomorrow and on through at least Saturday. I will have lots of opportunity.
I settled on having some exercising out in the backyard tool-shed, however. I prefaced it with a weigh-in dressed precisely as I was going to be dressed while exercising: I weighed at least 189 pounds in my clothes.
That's a fair weight challenge for this 69-year-old when it comes to doing full-range chin-ups and pull-ups ─ the lead-off exercises in my quite short routine out there.
My day's first meal followed the exercise. And now at 4:49 p.m., I find myself in need of some further bedrest, so I am going to take a break.
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I am not diabetic; and insofar as I know, neither am I prediabetic nor suffering metabolic syndrome.
But if I was diabetic, I would do whatever I could to reduce or even negate the need for prescription medications.
So could a type of Solomon's seal plant with the botanical name Polygonatum odoratum be as beneficial as the following article suggests it is?
HSIonline.com
Here are a few other articles for any of you who may be interested ─ the first two are of course very mainstream websites that do not gush or wax effusive about herbs or traditional Chinese medicine (TCM), but it's always good to see what precautions there may be:
- RxList.com: Solomon's Seal Effectiveness, Safety, and Drug Interactions
- WebMD.com: Solomon's Seal: Uses, Side Effects, Interactions, Dosage, and Warning
- SolomonsSeal.wordpress.com: How Solomon’s Seal Works to Heal You | Cortesia Solomon's Seal
- MeAndQi.com: King solomon's seal roots (Huáng Jīng) in Chinese medicine
It's interesting to read that Solomon's seal is recommended for short-term use, yet it is also claimed that the plant is actually used in the preparation of certain dishes for eating.
The third website almost dazzled me with the vast benefits that are listed and being attributed to the plant ─ it almost seems worthwhile to try and get some to grow. If it is commonplace throughout Europe, then it should readily grow here where I live in Surrey, B.C.
I tried an Amazon search using the botanical name Polygonatum odoratum to see what sort of products are available, but I had poor results. Yet when I simply searched using the term "Solomon's seal supplements" (see the top of this post), there were lots of results ─ many of which indicated that they contained Polygonatum odoratum.
A second health-related topic I want to bring up relates to the peels of citrus fruits.
Three or so weeks ago, I started buying some organic citrus fruits, and eating them in their entirety, just biting into them as if they were a fruit such as apples.
The bitterness certainly does reduce the sweet taste of oranges, and it makes grapefruits taste even less sweet than they sometimes can taste.
As for lemons or limes, I can't eat one by itself like that. I have to cut the fruit up into small pieces and add it to some dish I may be eating.
I don't even eat one of these fruits a day, though; but that's simply because I do not tend to eat all that much and thus I find myself already too full to bother with an orange or grapefruit.
I have learned that eating an entire grapefruit after eating something on the sweet side ─ even just an apple ─ makes the grapefruit absolutely unenjoyable due to the enhanced bitterness. I am only able to eat it at that point because of my conviction that it is good for me.
And lemons or limes are too bothersome at mealtime when there are four other adults living in the house ─ I can't stand being in the kitchen and trying to do anything when someone else has taken up residence in it.
So I just take my meal as is and do not bother trying to wash up a lemon or lime and then painstakingly cut it up into what it is that I will be eating.
Obviously a citrus fruit is one that nobody should ever be eating the peel of, unless it is definitely organically farmed ─ you would be heavily polluting yourself with harmful pesticides that will have soaked into the peel if you start chowing down on the peels of conventionally raised citrus fruits.
Unfortunately, because I do live with four other adults, I quickly lose track of what fruits are organic in the fridge ─ someone is always taking it upon him- or herself to dump the organic fruit out of its identifying bag or satchel and mixing it in with other fruit that might be there in one of the bottom drawers of the fridge.
So why this notion of eating citrus peels?
LifeSpa.com
The article tries to promote the website's own product, but that's easily enough overlooked ─ it is still good information.
And here are a few other articles that might help convince you:
- PeacefulDumpling.com: Benefits of Citrus Pith – Why You Should Eat the Peel
- DrWeil.com: Is Eating The Orange Pith Healthy?
- Health.com: 21 Things You Should Know About Grapefruit
- LiveScience.com: Oranges: Facts About the Vibrant Citrus Fruit
Perhaps it's a good thing that a person isn't too likely to be wanting to eat more than one entirely whole citrus fruit a day due to its general unpalatability.
A final health-related topic I shall leave to you to read up on will only be of interest to those who have a 'weak' bladder:
JacksDailyDose.com
As similar as those two article may be, the second one was published again just eight days later (on March 17). Maybe this will be realized and one of the duplicates will get deleted.
I conclude today's post with the last of some photos that were taken at the very end of a trip to Bali that my wife and her two sons arranged as a small reunion with five of their Thailand family members early last year.
The following batch of photos were all probably taken on February 2, 2018. That is my wife in the first photo ─ she and some of the others apparently rented several of those ATVs and were led by a guide on a breakneck jungle tour:
I will have my bed to myself tonight, so after I rise early in the a.m. to do some website work, I will be able to return to my proper bed for further sleep.
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