Siam Longings Unfulfilled: 💀💀💀 Some Days Are Best Not Remarked Upon

The lapse occurred during my afternoon, obviously eclipsing whatever time was left me for anything constructive.

I had gotten to bed fairly early last evening, despite my younger brother showing up just ahead of 9:00 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking.

I had the T.V. on, and was resigned to sitting up with him, for I am the only one able to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.

However, I knew straight off that it was likely going to be a mistake, for before I had even seen him, I heard a loud crash inside the front door where he was then taking off his footwear.

Clearly, he was plastered.

He went into the kitchen with something he had brought home ─ I was deliberately facing away from him in order to avoid socialization ─ and I heard him address my youngest stepson who was at work preparing himself a supper.

Then my brother headed on upstairs to his bedroom to change clothes. I watched him laboriously take a step up the stairs as he hauled himself up with the handrail, and then another, and another.

He was too corned to just walk up the stairs.

That was it ─ I was not spending my evening with this level of drunkard.

And so I betook myself upstairs and remained from his view until eventually he headed on back down the stairs, where he engaged my youngest stepson in the kitchen once more as if it was for the first time.

I shut myself into my bedroom, and went to bed.

But sleep was no friend, and tried to keep us strangers. Also, my bedroom was as overheated due to the very sunny day, just as if we were into the thick of Summer ─ what is ahead when it finally does arrive?

I cannot remember my bedroom being overheated like this so early in the year.

I was also probably a little uptight that my wife might be showing up ─ her eldest son had told me two or three days before that she was due back in Canada Thursday evening from her (five-week?) holiday to Thailand to visit her mother.

My wife has a 'second home' somewhere in Vancouver, so it was not a sure thing that she would be showing up...but I just didn't know.

As it was to happen, she never made an appearance nor contacted me.

I now cannot estimate how long it took for me to get into any sleep, but I am sure it exceeded an hour and possibly took as long as two hours.

Yet by about 1:30 a.m. I was awake enough to be curious on the time, and then decided to get up and tackle the day's content assignment at the new post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites.

I considered that if I finished the assignment early enough, I might get out in the predawn and have a bit of a walk ─ just a circuit of a few blocks.

That never happened. I never got the job done until after 5:30 a.m., and by then it was daytime and the busy world already beginning its flow hereabouts.

I think it was around 5:50 a.m. by the time I was back into bed, barely getting there before my eldest stepson was up and readying for his workday. It would be up to him to ensure he locked the front door when he left.

I got a little more sleep, and was back out of bed by 9:40 a.m. at most. And then at 10:00 a.m. I joined my younger brother downstairs to spare him having to watch any further basic cable programming on our T.V. ─ I used our Android TV Box to call up an episode each of three series that we follow.

My youngest stepson headed off around 10:30 a.m. to probably hike the mile to where it is that he works.

When my brother sought some rest in his bedroom before heading away for the afternoon, I had some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell.

I weighed myself while I was stripped down to my undershorts, and I did not much like that I registered as 189 pounds.

I suppose that I am at least five feet and 10 inches in height at the age of 69.

I really should be far more active, but I am in thrall to my computer ─ unless I win a lottery, I have no other hope of generating a second needed income.

Nevertheless, upon my 70th birthday in October if nothing has yet improved, I am going to give this vain pursuit up and begin undertaking some risky long walks. Surrey is not a very safe place to be out walking alone for miles after dark, but I won't have anything to live for by then anyway ─ it will mean that I have abandoned hope and my retirement dreams.

If something dire happens to me, then it will have spared me having to take out my own self.

Anyway, after my brother had his rest and then left in the early afternoon, I began taking that lamentable path that would eventually have its usual conclusion, wasting too much of my afternoon.

But I did get out into the backyard to benefit from the sunshine. At 3:41 p.m. I commenced just over 20 minutes of sunning my back while lying on my front on the lawn, and attired just in cutoffs.

My eldest stepson was home by then, so the house was not unattended.

Then when my back had been sunned, I slouched into a lawn- or deck-chair and sunned my front ─ again, for just over 20 minutes.

Incidentally, that conclusion spoken of just above was to be found after I came back into the house. I just could not leave matters alone.

I have no purpose ─ I do not merit life. But that's a whole different blog post.

And I probably oughtn't to have been blogging here today.

With that said, I am going to withdraw. But first I will post the following set of photos that were taken at the marriage celebration of a niece of my wife back on February 25, 2018.

I would imagine that the venue was somewhere in the city of Udon Thani.

The only people I am able to identify in these photos are the beautiful bride and her groom ─ obviously the centremost couple: