It was looking like I might finally get to enjoy a can of beer late last evening ─ I have not had that pleasure since Wednesday of last week.
The strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock is intended only for the late evening when I am enjoying some good television via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box, but my younger brother has been passing out before I have had this opportunity ─ and I will not remain in the company of a passed-out drunkard, even if it is my own younger brother.
However, last evening was looking promising. We had watched one episode of a series we follow, and then I had tuned in a 90-minute episode of another series.
My plan was to have a celebratory beer at 10:00 p.m. ─ and maybe even another beer later on before finally calling it a night.
But just ahead of 10:00 p.m. ─ a mere two or three minutes ─ my feeble-brained brother was snoring. Once again, he had drunk himself insensible.
And we had watched at least 50 minutes of that episode!
I switched off the Android TV Box and left my besotted brother with the only news channel we receive via the basic cable package we subscribe to for the T.V.
He may have been unconscious for only a few minutes, but I was already done with him ─ I will not be swayed. I have no tolerance for such weakness as he consistently displays.
No one needs to swill beer as does he.
I didn't waste too much more time sitting up once I had come upstairs here to my computer.
After getting to sleep, I think that it may have been around 1:50 a.m. when I rose just to turn on and log back into my computer so that it could load and be all warmed up for later use.
I returned to bed, and lapsed back into some sleep. Even so, it was not too much beyond 3:00 a.m. when next I found myself awake and got myself up to tackle the day's content assignment at the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites.
I stuck with that job until the assignment had been completed, and then returned to bed around 7:00 a.m. or soon thereafter. My eldest stepson had not gotten up to ready for work ─ he usually rises around 6:00 a.m.
I got some more sleep, but I was awake again by 9:00 a.m. And at 10:00 a.m. I joined my younger brother in the living room to spare him having to watch further banal television programming ─ he has no choice other than to watch basic cable, for he doesn't understand how to operate the Android TV Box.
I had in mind a movie.
There is no question that we both found it interesting, but it had an indeterminate ending, and the events leading to its unresolved conclusion were very unsettling.
Fortunately, none of the characters ever gained much of my sympathy or identification, so the meaninglessness of it all didn't have much effect upon me.
The movie was titled It Comes at Night ─ a misleading title, since there was no "It" and there was nothing any more scary about the night in the wilderness than there would be in the wilderness now.
In fact, I don't believe that anybody died in the night ─ all the killing was done in the daylight.
Neither my brother nor I cared for the movie because of its pointless finish.
I don't recommend the movie, and would never choose to waste my time watching it again.
My youngest stepson headed away late in the morning ─ on foot ─ to work. He has an afternoon shift, and only has to travel about a mile from here where we live.
Incidentally, when I got up just after mid-morning, his elder brother was gone ─ did he go to work late? I have no idea.
Following the movie, my brother and I were into an episode of one of the series we follow when ─ just at a crucial scene where a couple of detectives were sneaking up on a pair of potential ritualistic killers at an isolated home deep in the country ─ the young idiot texted me.
First he only texted, "Hello."
Well, screw that ─ I'm not in such desperate need for communication that I feel I have to respond to something as lame as that.
The two detectives had gotten the drop on the two potential ritualistic killers, when one of the detectives went into a shed or similar structure.
He returned in such horrified outrage that he immediately fired a bullet into the head of one of the villains who was on his knees and saying deranged nonsense.
I heard something about two kids being in the structure...and then I got a follow-up text:
When was my first day in Canada?
My two stepsons immigrated here from Thailand ─ their mother had returned there to bring them here not quite 2½ years after she first arrived here as my wife.
Well, bloody hell ─ I didn't know the date from memory! I was going to have to go upstairs and research it.
And for all I knew, he may have needed the answer for some important reason, and was not merely being an idle nuisance.
So I came upstairs and of course lost all participation in whatever had been developing at that isolated house ─ were the two kids alive? If so, were they simply a couple of kids belonging to one of the villains?
Or were they possibly 'playthings' of the depraved pair? Maybe the kids had even been tortured or mutilated?
I never did find out ─ I wasn't going to ask my brother, for I detest it when he inconsiderately does just that sort of thing to me when he's too drunk to pay attention in the evening shows we're watching.
All I can say is that my stepson had better have had a solid reason for annoying me with his solicitation for information.
He has the aggravating habit of texting me to ask something right after he leaves home, when he could have just asked me before he left the house ─ often he must still be on the property.
Or he will even text and ask me something when he's here in the damned house and could have just walked upstairs to where I am usually seated here at my computer!
Anyway, following that T.V. episode, it was at least 12:45 p.m., so my brother sought some rest in his bedroom before taking off for the afternoon to eventually start drinking again somewhere.
While he was in his room, I had some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell.
Then I fixed up my day's first meal, and as I was eating it here at my computer, my brother emerged from his bedroom. Not too much after that, he announced that he was "going out for awhile."
With that, I was home alone.
The day has been weakly sunny for the most part, but I decided to sit outside anyway ─ I didn't do so yesterday.
So beginning at 2:17 p.m., I lounged into a deck- or lawn-chair in the backyard while facing into the weak Sun, and spent just over 40 minutes there. I was barefooted, but otherwise clothed.
I gave myself a self-administered nasya treatment after that ─ this is my second day doing so ─ and considered lying down and maybe trying for a nap. However, I rallied after a change of heart and came here to begin work on the day's blog post.
Yesterday I mentioned here that I hoped to locate a South Asian product called chyawanprash ─ actually, it is one of two South Asian products I want to give a try.
I mention it now because I have just come across the article about chyawanprash that essentially got me interested in this special 'jam':
LifeSpa.com
I have yet to locate any locally, but I do regularly shop in one store that has a South Asian customer base, so they might carry it if only I know where to seek it out in that market ─ it's not as if I can pronounce the name and ask anyone there about it!
Well, okay, I did locate a couple of websites ─ even a YouTube video ─ explaining the pronunciation; but I'm dreadful at remembering this sort of thing, and know that I will likely forget by the time I next go shopping.
In keeping with an effort to reduce the amount of time I spend blogging here, I am going to bring this post to a close with two sets of Thailand photos.
My wife is currently over there visiting her mother, and posted the following four photos to her Facebook account on April 6 at 8:40 a.m. Thailand time (if I recorded the date correctly).
I recognize the location as being just in front of the family home's front door ─ it's not exactly a porch, for it is ground level, but I don't know how else to describe it.
My wife of course is in the first two photos taking the selfie, and the older woman is my wife's mother ─ I do not know who the other woman is:
The second set of photos were taken more than a year earlier on February 25, 2018 when a niece of my wife got married.
I suspect that the photos were taken at some venue in the city of Udon Thani, and these nine photos feature both the bride and her groom:
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