Almost unbelievably, last evening after my younger brother had gotten home from wherever he had been drinking and I deigned to sit with him to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that he doesn't know how to operate, he passed out approximately at the same stage of the episode of Wynonna Earp that I had to cancel out of the previous evening due to his descent into helpless insensibility.
So once more, I cancelled out of the episode and switched the T.V. over to the limited programming of basic cable and left that for the lush my brother has become, and I came upstairs here to my computer.
What was especially irritating was that I was now going to have to rewatch the first portion of that episode for the bloody third time!
That was to happen late this morning while my brother was sober.
He held his tongue when I tuned the episode in ─ most likely too abashed to say aught. Last evening, he had bitched when I tuned it in for our second attempt at watching it, declaring that we must have seen most of it, and to just progress on to the next episode.
But, 'I don't work that way.'
So here we were late this morning with a third go at the episode.
Fortunately, the episode was for me somewhat festive due to its theme being one of Christmas ─ the third season episode was titled "If We Make It Through December" and thus had some cute elements to it that I really didn't mind seeing again.
Maybe my only gripe is that I never heard even one familiar Christmas tune, so that sort of spoiled some of the atmosphere for me.
I now see that "If We Make It Through December" is a Merle Haggard song released in 1973, so maybe it was played ─ I have no idea, for I'm unfamiliar with the song.
And that's odd, for I'm 69 years old and love Christmas songs of all kinds ─ I have a box full of Christmas CDs that I accumulated over the 1980s and 1990s.
I would link to a YouTube version of the song, but almost all of the ones that I tried opened up with a leading commercial that caused me to immediately shut down the webpage.
If you really want to give the song a hear, this commercial-free YouTube version has been there since December 23, 2015, so it might remain a valid source. I don't embed YouTube videos in my blog if they are not my own, for videos at YouTube notoriously become unavailable and nothing is then left but what is basically a useless big 'scar' where the video had once been displayed.
As for the actress who plays Wynonna Earp ─ Melanie Scrofano ─ Wikipedia doesn't mention her age, but she was apparently born on New Year's Eve 1982 (according to JustRichest.com).
In other words, at the end of this year she will become 38 years of age. She sure looks fit since her pregnant second season!
But back to last evening ─ I was to bed ahead of 10:00 p.m. My younger brother had regained his senses, but I was done with him for the evening ─ he would have to entertain himself with whatever limited fare he could find on basic cable.
Sleep is rarely obtained easily when I am expecting my wife home from her long day working at her friend's Thai restaurant.
As I recall, I may have been verging upon sleep ─ or maybe consciousness? ─ when I became aware of her entering the bedroom. She probably came for her housecoat. At any rate, once she left the room again, I lifted my blindfold to see what the time was: 11:22 p.m.
My brother was likely still downstairs watching T.V., so I remained abed. I must have sunk back into some slumber, for when next I checked the time it was after 1:00 a.m., and my wife had still not come to bed.
My brother would have long since retired for the night, so I rose to get to work on the day's content assignment for the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites. It seemed to me that my wife was likely downstairs having something to eat befre her bedtime.
When she finally came upstairs to go to bed and passed by the wee room (next to our bedroom) where I keep my computer, she simply asked, "Up?"
I responded, "Yup! For a little while!"
Unfortunately, I met with two references for that website post that proved to be time-consuming snags in my progress. Consequently, it was after 5:00 a.m. before I got back to bed.
My wife has a knack for usurping the bedding, and so once again I found myself with not quite enough covering to keep me as comfortably warm as I needed to be in order to easily sleep.
She normally rises around 10:00 a.m. in order to begin readying for her 11:00 a.m. restaurant start (and the drive to get to it); but this morning, she got herself up at 9:00 a.m.
Evidently she wanted to get a start on some cooking for the household to leave for us ─ it turned out to be a delicious ground beef pasta feed.
I decided to get up shortly after she had; and then after going downstairs and having some brief interaction with her, I decided to go out into the backyard and kill some time sitting in the morning sunshine.
I spent just over a half hour slouched down into a deckchair or lawn-chair while full clothed (but for bared feet), facing directly into the Sun. There was some very light clouding about, but not much more than drifting haze.
It was approaching 10:00 a.m. when I returned into the house. My wife was by then in the bathroom readying for her workday, so I joined my brother and soon had our Android TV Box operating.
My wife was to be on her way a little past 10:30 a.m., and my brother and I watched an episode each of three of the T.V. series we follow ─ the Wynonna Earp episode was the third one that I tuned in.
Then my brother suggested a short comedy, for he was not quite ready to seek some bedrest ere he took off for the afternoon to end up engaging his drinking once again.
And so I wasted a little better than 20 minutes of our time with an episode of Lettterkenny.
Neither of us like the series any longer ─ it has badly decayed since the first two or three seasons. But we've not missed any episodes, so I reckon we're just determined to get to the finish.
Today, we watched the third episode ("The City") of season six, and as usual there was nothing but nonsensical wordplay and banter, and some equally ridiculous bar interaction at the end.
I have only now just discovered that there is to be a seventh season, and that right pisses me off, for it means my brother and I have to keep the suffering going.
How does garbage like this keep getting renewed?
Did you know that actress Melanie Scrofano (Wynonna Earp herself) has a recurring small role as the sexy wife of the nearly incomprehensibly mumbling character known simply as McMurray?
When I first recognized her quite early in the series, I could scarcely believe that it was her.
But enough T.V. talk for today!
When finally my brother sought his bedrest, I had some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell, and then I had a filling meal of some of my wife's pasta.
My brother rose soon after I had finished eating, and he wasted no time in getting ready and heading away.
I then sought a needed nap. Both of my stepsons were home ─ the eldest one apparently had a short day at work; and so I didn't have to be concerned about locking the front door to the house.
Following a brief nap that left me extremely reluctant to get out of bed, I went out into the backyard and ─ attired in just a pair of gym-style shorts ─ I first stood with my back to the Sun for just over a half hour. And then I slouched low into that same lawn-chair or deckchair and faced into the Sun for just over a further half hour.
This all commenced at 3:38 p.m.
There was considerably more hazing happening in the sky, so the Sun was not often at its most brilliant.
Upon returning into the house, I fixed up my day's second hot caffeinated beverage, and I then got this post begun and have worked on it ever since.
Incidentally, early this a.m. while I was working on my website's post, I broke in order to perform another five-minute plank.
Actually, just as yesterday, I endured it for 5½ minutes. And that's the problem with me.
I had originally intended to just do five-minute planks (with a few extra seconds added on to be secure about the time endured) for maybe a month ─ I began doing them on June 14th.
But after lasting for 5½ minutes yesterday on a whim, I now seem unable not to try and make that my new target! I was afraid that this would happen anytime I pushed myself past the five minutes.
We'll see what tomorrow brings ─ whether or not I find myself holding to the 5½ minutes as my newest goal.
As I believe I discussed in yesterday's post, this can become a big problem for me. I don't want to keep upping my limits as a daily ordeal. It's fine to strike ahead and try for a personal best every once in awhile; but it is quite another to push ahead and continually burden myself with enduring ever-increasingly long daily planks.
I have to draw a line!
But where?
I finish this post with a few further photos that were taken a year ago when my wife travelled to Italy to visit a sister of hers who has basically made that country her second home.
The digital camera's metadata has the photos branded as having been taken on June 7 (2018); but the camera's date setting had not been changed for that trip, and may not even have been changed since the previous Pacific Time Zone leap ahead by an hour earlier that year (we live in that time zone).
Thus, June 7 is just a very good approximation of the actual date.
This first photo displays my wife:
The sky here has hazed right over as we work into the evening here in Surrey. If it was earlier in the day, sunning would not be possible ─ it's practically like the day has become overcast.
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