My younger brother held it together last evening after he got home from wherever he had been drinking, so I sat up late with him and used our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to summon up episodes of a few of the T.V. series we follow ─ specifically, an episode each of Travelers, Ozark, Vera, and The Ranch.
As I recall, it was a very few minutes after 1:00 a.m. by the time I was into bed. Since 10:30 p.m., I had consumed two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep in stock ─ I think that this was the first evening I was able to have a beer since Sunday evening.
I usually deny myself because my brother passes out before I get around to opening a can. Once he sinks into unconsciousness, I will have nothing further to do with him of an evening. And since I only have a beer in the latter evening while watching some good T.V., then my chance for both is gone.
I slept fairly ─ at least initially; but by around 4:30 a.m. I found myself uncomfortably awake. My bedroom seemed muggy and I was overwarm in bed, and I also felt myself to be hungover.
I was up before 5:00 a.m. to work on the day's content assignment at the post I am putting together at one of my six hosted websites.
The work went well, and I was able to get back to bed after a little more than three or so hours. By then, my youngest stepson was apparently risen downstairs ─ he probably was having to report for work later in the morning.
During my time up, I had performed a six-minute (and 15-second) plank. My sensation of a hangover had abated by then, perhaps with the help of some black instant coffee.
I only tend to sleep in blocks of 'naps' ─ technically, I enjoy a fractured night's sleep. I was to have three or four of these naps before finding myself sufficiently awake at 9:44 a.m. or so that I decided to rise for the morning ─ an overcast one, though it is quite bright out there. (I am typing these words at 10:54 a.m., having chosen to get an early start on today's detailed post.)
I wore earplugs (and a blindfold), but I was positive after my first 'nap' or block of sleep that I could hear my wife downstairs talking with her youngest. It would have been around 9:00 a.m., I suppose.
However, when I later rose for the morning, there was no sign that I could see that she had ever been here. And the lad was gone.
She typically stays somewhere in Vancouver on the weekends after leaving here Friday mornings for her 11:00 a.m. start at her friend's Thai restaurant.
Such is my marriage.
Perhaps she was only communicating with him on his cellphone in speaker mode?
Or maybe she had spent the night after partying with her friend / employer, and was only then on her way to Vancouver and had stopped in here to give her son a ride to work?
I can but speculate. As I said, such is my marriage.
My eldest stepson did not rise until after 10:30 a.m., and I soon heard him talking with my brother, for the young man had $500 to give my brother.
Early in the month (July 2) my brother and I had to pay the annual property taxes ─ something over $2,500. My 24-year-old stepson had transferred $500 to me online late last afternoon after he was home from work, for he was in no position to help out at the start of the month.
He also had $500 cash for my brother, but wisely decided that it was likely best not to turn that much money over to my brother in the evening when my brother would probably be drunk.
My brother is computer- and Internet-ignorant, so he does not have access to his bank account online as do I.
Now I wish to bring up the subject of a Canadian petition that I came across this morning and signed. Perhaps it will also have significance for you ─ sufficiently so that you may care to also sign.
It relates to reducing food waste; and specifically, it involves trying to get the dairy company Saputo Inc. to get on board with a reduction in its own terrible waste.
As those behind the petition say:
Saputo is one of the largest food processors in Canada, owning brands like Cracker Barrel, Neilsen, Woolwich Dairy and Armstrong, yet it’s been eerily silent on the issue of food waste. And we can change that.
Why this company would prefer to dump enormous amounts of excess dairy into landfills instead of donating it to entities such as food banks is beyond reprehensible.
If adding your name to a petition can help force them to change this practice, then at least have a look at the petition: Stop food waste at its source!
I have one further item I would like to draw some attention to ─ unless of course you already know of the Asian 'citrus hybrid' fruit known as calamansi.
I have never noticed any calamansi for sale in any of the markets I shop at, but I intend to keep it in mind, thanks to the following article:
HSIonline.com
You can easily enough find further information about this citrus fruit on your own, but here are four articles regardless:
- TagalogLang.com: Calamansi or Kalamansi: Philippine Lime / Citrus
- TheLittleEpicurean.com: Calamansi Juice (Filipino Lemonade)
- OrganicFacts.net: 9 Proven Benefits of Calamansi Juice
- BusinessMirror.com.ph: Health benefits of calamansi
I performed an Amazon search at the top of this post just to see what sort of products would result using the term "calamansi" ─ even the live plants can be bought there, as well as seeds!
If I thought that I could sustain the plants here where I live in Surrey, B.C., I would risk getting some seeds ─ if not an actual small shrub or maybe even a few seedlings (or starter plants).
But I have no illusions that nothing would survive, and I would never see an actual fruit.
Okay, I've been working on this post piecemeal over my morning and into the early afternoon ─ and right now it is 1:32 p.m.
My brother has already left for the afternoon. While he was resting up, I had some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell, and then had a breakfast.
I hope to get out later on a hike to do some shopping, so I now would like to seek a nap ─ and so I break.
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I napped deeply, but I am not feeling fully restored.
The afternoon developed into a sunny one that is reminiscent of yesterday's ─ and just as then, between my need for a nap and the requirement of working on the day's blog post, the opportunity to be outside enjoying the sunshine has been lost to me.
If I do galvanize and manage to get away on one of the two shopping excursions I hope to undertake, I believe that I will choose the four-mile round trip government liquor store hike for another two dozen cans of strong beer I keep myself stocked with.
The other shopping venture would be to do some grocery shopping ─ a possible three-mile round trip hike.
But the liquor store closes on Sundays at 6:00 p.m., limiting just how late I could make that trip if I did so on Sunday. The market probably remains open until 11:00 p.m. on Sundays, so the same time crunch does not exist for me on that day.
Thus, it makes more sense to seek the beer today than tomorrow.
As for my evening today, it is very possible that my brother will bring home his girlfriend Bev to watch a movie and enjoy her white wine with us. If so, they would not be showing up until at least 8:00 p.m. ─ last Saturday evening, it was exceptionally late at just after 10:00 p.m.
If I have to sit up late this evening in operation of the Android TV Box, then I am less likely to get out tomorrow on a beer hike as I am to do some grocery shopping.
I will make my decision on what I plan to do before I publish this post.
Right now it is 4:10 p.m., and I am going to take another break while I enjoy my day's second hot caffeinated beverage, and meantime see just what falls out by way of my decision-making.
It can be a bummer not driving, and having to walk everywhere.
But before I break, here are a half dozen photos that were taken in Rome last year when my wife flew there to visit a sister of hers who has made that country her second home.
My wife's digital camera did not have its date setting adjusted for that holiday, so the date and time recorded in the photos' metadata is unreliable ─ we can only accept June 7 (2018) as a very good approximation of when the photos were taken.
The first two photos are of my wife ─ her sister must have used the camera to take the shots:
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Well, it is now 7:47 p.m., and I am actually back home after making the four-mile round trip hike to the government liquor store at King George Boulevard & 108th Avenue (Google map) in Whalley.
Other than being rather gruelling ─ especially the hike home with two dozen cans of beer ─ it was unremarkable. I left here at 6:02 p.m. (which I could not have done tomorrow, for the store would already have closed), and it was 7:36 p.m. by the time I was back into the house.
My youngest stepson was here when I left and when I returned.
Incidentally, he said that his mother was neither here this morning, nor was he speaking with her by cellphone.
Perhaps I was having a mini-stroke? I am 69 years old, after all.
Regardless, I certainly do feel like having a beer!
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