My older half-sister briefly visited me early last afternoon ─ her second consecutive day doing so.
She lives possibly a 45-minute to an hour's drive to the east, but her daughter lives in the other direction from me ─ maybe a 20-minute drive.
Apparently some sort of arrangement was made between them on Thursday that involved an appointment with a bank, so my half-sister had to return yesterday to keep the 3:00 p.m. appointment.
Anyway, in lieu of her and I ever getting together for a drink or a meal somewhere, she brought me a case (15-pack) of Miller High Life beer.
I would never knowingly buy a 'lite' beer, which this Molson Coors Canadian-brewed product is at 4.6% alcohol, but I will certainly accept it as a gift.
My younger brother and I sat up especially late last night, and he got wickedly drunk for it because he 'graduated' late in the evening from the beer he had been drinking to Scotch.
We watched (via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that only I can operate) two episodes each of Gotham and Beyond, and then an episode of WPC 56, by which time it was midnight and my brother voiced that it was probably late enough to call it quits for the night.
But I wanted to see if he remembered an old song ─ I had sent out a link to it on Thursday afternoon to over 30 people in my Earthlink 'Address Book.'
This was the E-mail I sent out:
Seven Little Girls Sitting in the Backseat
Very early Thursday morning ─ it wasn't even dawn as yet ─ I was listening to an online radio station that features songs from the 1950s, and this one came up: Seven Little Girls Sitting in the Backseat.Well, I did a little research and found out that a version of him performing the song was recorded back on January 16, 1960 ─ this is for those of you who may be old enough, but can't quite yet remember the song:
Lucky 'Fred,' huh? I dug how Fred keeps popping up behind the 'girls' later in the song as if to aggravate poor Paul who has to do all the driving.I've had the song running through my head ever since finding that video ─ so I'm now trying to spread around that harmless bit of 'earworm' infection.You may be surprised to learn that the YouTube account where I found that video is actually Paul Evans' very own!The young man in the video is now 81 years old ─ time sure sucks Big Time.
Well, my brother remembered the song, so I opted to try one other video ─ Pink Shoelaces by Dodi Stevens.
He remembered that song, too.
I had fetched up the songs through the YouTube 'app' that is downloaded into our Android TV Box.
That should have been it for the night, but YouTube suddenly began playing another music video from the same era...and then another, and another. It was doing so automatically.
At least a couple further times my brother voiced that he was set to go to bed, but he couldn't resist the next song that would start playing.
And each Scotch he poured himself as his last was only a prelude to the next one.
It was approaching 2:00 a.m. by the time we'd had enough of sitting up, and he was staggeringly drunk. It actually hurt me to see him like that because I felt responsible for tempting him to sit up and thereby keep hitting his supply of Scotch.
It was well after 11:00 a.m. this morning before he got up; and shortly after 1:30 p.m., he was back in bed to rest up further in order to handle getting out for the afternoon to start drinking again at his usual frequented bar where his girlfriend Bev works.
Early into the lengthy music session last night, he mentioned recently having a dream about Pat K., an old girlfriend of his from around 1969.
He claimed to have not thought of her in quite a number of years, and he wondered if maybe the dream happened because of something that had befallen her ─ some psychic connection.
Whatever the case, in his dream, he was again high school age, as was she.
By the way, it was unexpectedly pouring rain when we went to bed. It had done something similar two or three nights before ─ rain very hard in the wee hours of the night, and the sky then clear up by the morning.
I am badly pressed for time, but I want to link to a couple of articles of a health-related nature.
Ever hear of 'pink noise'? I don't think I ever had.
Pink noise might be worth giving a try:
JacksDailyDose.com
Might it also actually aid in boosting one's ability to sleep? If so, then for certain this would be worthy trying.
I checked YouTube, and there are indeed some audios of pink noise ─ two I noticed are even a minimum of nine hours in duration! That's overkill for me ─ I can't even sleep for five hours straight.
The second article relates to a nutritional supplement that I am unable to afford on my limited retirement pension, but I sure wish that I could:
NorthStarNutritionals.com
I've not heard of pyrroloquinoline quinone (PQQ) before, but there are lots of articles about it online that you can easily locate ─ I have no time to link to any, as much as I would like to.
As for why I say I cannot afford the stuff, check out the Amazon U.S. search that I did at the bottom of this post ─ the products that are shown seem to generally be in the 20-mg dose that is mentioned in the article as being effective, but there are generally only 30 doses in a bottle.
Since I live in Canada, I would be obliged to order from Amazon Canada ─ but a quick scan I did only located one product that was below $30 for 30 capsules. Everything else seemed to be well over $30.
I can't afford to be spending a dollar or more for a single pill or capsule of any nutritional supplement.
It's the old story proving once again that only the relatively wealthy can afford to have an ideal and truly healthy diet.
I want to close now with a four-image collage that Google Photos created today from photos I took exactly five years ago (July 27, 2014):
If I recall correctly, the photos were taken on a stretch of Surrey railway tracks (Southern Railway of British Columbia) ─ a stretch located approximately between Nordel Way near Scott Road (on this Google map, the tracks are somewhat along Nordel Way to the right of the intersection) and 128th Street & 82nd Avenue (Google map).
These are the four original photos, beginning with the left column:
That was a favourite section of tracks for me when I used to go there to sun and drink beer in the 1990s and 2000s ─ very often with my late old friend Larry Ernest Blue.
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