A Token Wednesday Post

My limit has about been reached where my tolerance for my drunken younger brother is concerned.

Fairly early last evening as he sat eating at the dining table after spending at least 20 minutes in the kitchen dazzling my eldest stepson with scintillating conversation until that latter finally had to excuse himself and retreat to the boys' den area, I am sure he did his best to ignore what remained of the third-to-last episode of The Originals that I been watching via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.

The series was not renewed last year. I have never been a big fan of it, but I do follow it. My younger brother, however, cannot invest himself into any series that requires deep thought and which probes complex emotions. 

So when I sought to play the second-to-last episode once the episode I was watching had completed, he immediately began objecting in most bellicose fashion, demanding that I watch the series on my own time ─ preferably in the afternoon when he is not here.

And he projected his personal choices for what he wanted me to tune in while continuing to denounce me for subjecting him to shows he has no interest in.

His brain is too impaired to understand how to operate the Android TV Box, so that is my role alone.   

In utter indignation and rage at his drunken imperiousness, I then turned off the Android TV Box and switched the T.V. over to the basic cable package we have. And after having done that, I removed myself from the living room to come upstairs here to my computer.

My drunken brother was still at the dining table and did not realize that I had departed for the evening, for he was still loudly lecturing me from where he sat out of my view, but with plain view of the T.V.

He was on his own, and would have to find whatever limited fare was on offer on basic cable. 

When the sot is not passing out as he now does for awhile most evenings, he is of a temperament that can only be described as malignant and foul.

It has been exactly a week ─ last Wednesday evening ─ that I was last able to sit up and spend the entire evening operating the Android TV Box and enjoying both good T.V. and a can of beer or two. That was the last time he retained consciousness throughout the evening.

I will not sit in the same room with an unconscious drunkard, so whenever he passes out I remove myself and come directly upstairs for the evening ─ and lose out on enjoying a can of beer, for I only have one or two late in the evening, and since last Wednesday I have not had any such opportunity.

This afternoon he was to hook up with one of his drinking buddies who now lives off in Langley, so I am expecting that my brother will be a little later than usual in arriving home. And that being so, I will not become involved with him ─ he can have the living room and the T.V. entirely to himself, and drink as much as he wishes in utter solitude.

I no longer recall when it was that I was into bed last evening, but it was before 11:00 p.m. ─ perhaps even before 10:30 p.m.

But as usual, I rose early in the a.m. just to turn on and log back into my computer so that it would be all loaded and warmed up for later use.

I returned to bed, but didn't fall back into any sleep. And so well before 3:00 a.m., I was again up and soon at work tackling the day's content assignment for the post I have in progress at one of my six hosted websites.

When that task was done, it was shortly after 7:00 a.m. when I returned to bed. My eldest stepson never bothered going to work today.

I managed some more sleep, and when I became curious enough to wonder on the time, I checked and saw it to be around 9:40 a.m.

Soon enough I rose, and then at 10:00 a.m. joined my younger brother in the living room and put our Android TV Box into operation.

As usual, he presented as if the previous evening's disruption had never taken place.

He is usually very dear, but only when he is sober. Come the evening when he arrives home from wherever he has been swilling beer, his negative and contrary persona is in charge. He becomes malignant.

He broke off during the noon-hour to return to his bedroom to rest up for his later afternoon carousing. I had some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell; and then because the day was sunny, I changed into cutoffs and went out into the backyard to benefit from it.

Decked only in those cutoffs, I lounged in a deck- or lawn-chair while facing directly into the Sun, and at 12:52 p.m. commenced just over 40 minutes so positioned.

I then returned into the house and changed clothes; and only then did my brother emerge from his bedroom to ready himself to head out.

I observed that it would be a nice day for him to benefit from a park walk somewhere, but he was non-committal in that regard. Nevertheless, I do hope that he got in some valuable time walking and did not seek an especially early first beer.

My youngest stepson had today off work, and got me to oversee him as he transcribed the figures from the draft copy and schedules for his final 2018 income tax return ─ I helped him work out the draft version a week or two ago.

For the sake of my own image, I hope that we filled everything out correctly and made no errors.

He headed out on his BMX when the task was complete to drop it off at the nearby Canada Revenue Agency offices (Google map) no more than 1¼ miles from here where we live in Surrey.

At his return, he sheepishly announced that the police were going to be visiting. Somehow, he had inadvertently placed a 911 call to them when he was back home and at the front door.

He explained to the dispatcher that his phone made the call in error, but procedure apparently dictates that an officer has to verify that all is indeed well.

That visit seemed to take about 15 minutes to result ─ good thing there really was no emergency!

The male cop was good-natured enough; and upon asking my stepson if he was home alone and learning that his "step-dad" was also here, the guy came in and cheerily asked me if everything was okay.

I replied, "As far as I know, it is ─ except for the nit-wit!"

That elicited a laugh from the cop, and another sheepish expression from my stepson.

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I took a break from this post early in the evening to hike off and try and buy some sesame oil ─ I wanted to get out early last evening, but my brother arrived home before I managed to get away.

Well, I have succeeded. And tomorrow, I will see about mixing up my own nasya oil and giving myself a treatment.

Right now it is 9:39 p.m., and my brother is still not home ─ I'm sure he's going to be utterly corned when he does show up, so I want to see about getting to bed early.

As a result of that intention, I am going to shut down today's blog post whilst I am at liberty do so so.