I just finished leafing through the Sunday morning edition of The Province, and upon coming to some photos of Bianca Andreescu taken immediately after victory over Serena Williams yesterday to win the 2019 US Open ─ Women's Singles trophy, I found myself smiling.
I didn't browse that newspaper until nearly 2:00 p.m., and it is my intention to relatively soon be on my way on the (minimally) four-mile round trip hike to buy two dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep well in supply.
I will be doing this purchase at the B.C. government liquor store at 108th Avenue & King George Boulevard (Google map) in Whalley.
On my way there, I will deposit the monthly expenses reconciliation cheque of just over $305 that my younger brother gave me at the beginning of the month ─ I will make that deposit at one of the two outdoor ATMs at the Coast Capital Savings building over near the King George SkyTrain Station (Google map).
I was to bed last evening ahead of 10:00 p.m. Earlier, I had watched Rocky Mountain Christmas via the YouTube 'app' that is downloaded into our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box ─ the movie was my first Christmas movie since early in the year.
It was good ─ for those of us who like the Hallmark-style Christmas movie. And I most definitely do!
In fact, I may well re-watch it around Christmas when my brother brings his girlfriend Bev here for what has become our annual Christmas-movie binge. I am the one who has to operate our Android TV Box, so the selection of Christmas movies is essentially up to me.
I went to bed last evening when I noticed my brother arriving home around 9:30 p.m., for I had no intention of becoming involved with him at that time of evening and have to sit up late operating the Android TV Box. I had already done so the prior two nights, and I needed a break from it.
Nevertheless, I did listen to hear if my brother was home alone, or if he brought his girlfriend Bev with him. Had he done so, I would have relented and come downstairs to fetch up a movie for the three of us to watch via that Android TV Box.
I never got to sleep at all easily, but at least I was comfortable in bed. Sleep would come and go. I even heard my brother go to his bedroom for the night after a loud exchange to that effect with one or both of my two stepsons.
He usually calls it a night after the advent of the midnight-hour. Since, as I already said, I had not accumulated much sleep, I remained abed despite wanting to get to work on the new day's content assignment for the post I have in development at one of my six hosted websites.
I resumed another bout of sleep eventually, and I did not again find myself awake enough to care to be checking the time until nigh 2:30 a.m.
By then I had been in bed for at least 4½ hours, so I deemed myself restored enough to rise and get to work on that website post.
Even so, I lost nearly an hour while dealing with accumulated E-mails ─ this distraction often happens.
Anyway, I remained up until the content assignment for today had been met. It had been very lightly raining, so there was no need to bother going outside to water any of the front yard garden areas.
However, I did take a break during the post work to tackle the performance of a plank.
I presently hold the position while doing a slow-count to 500 in order to refrain from constantly checking my cellphone's stopwatch 'app.' Since 480 seconds equate to eight minutes, if I count slow enough to 500, I can be assured of well exceeding eight minutes ─ in fact, the hope is to even exceed nine minutes.
My current planking target is 10 minutes, and I achieved it yesterday with a few extra seconds for good measure.
I most definitely managed my target on this occasion! By the time I had logged back into my cellphone while holding the plank posture, I delightedly discovered that the stopwatch was just surmounting 10 minutes and 40 seconds!
Well, since my record so far has been an 11-minute plank, I opted to bear the agony and hang on to match the record. I even padded the achievement by adding another seven or so seconds for 'good measure.'
Anyway, now I can crow that I have twice planked for 11 minutes.
Alas, though, the crowing is only going to be done here in my blog, so no one is likely to actually know of it (and in saying that, I am voicing my skepticism that this blog actually has any visitors).
My return to bed was not until just after 7:00 a.m. And though I slept awhile, I still managed to be back up from bed before my younger brother nor my two stepsons.
The day was to be overcast throughout, yet I never noticed any further rain showers.
At this moment, it is 2:52 p.m. My brother left for the afternoon more than an hour ago, and only one of my stepsons is still home.
The liquor store closes at 6:00 p.m. on Sundays, so I am going to break from this post and slowly begin readying myself for that outing.
By the way, my eldest stepson had his 25th birthday yesterday.
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I decided to watch the rest of another Christmas movie ─ I had watched the first half hour of A Veteran's Christmas last evening.
It was also a good Christmas movie, and I was rather surprised to see a familiar actress in a supporting role ─ an actress whom I recognized, but I could not immediately remember where I had become familiar with her originally.
The actress is Miriam McDonald...and I can't believe that it was back in the year 2000 that she took on the role of new-teen Emma in the T.V. series Degrassi: The Next Generation! And now she's 32 years old?
Anyway, I indulged in some Hong Thong Thai whisky while I watched A Veteran's Christmas, and got somewhat tearful at the movie's conclusion.
Once the movie was over well after 4:00 p.m., I realized that I should have rested myself on my bed instead of wasting my bad eyes and my vitality watching a movie and drinking some Thai whisky.
Regardless, by 4:45 p.m. I had set off; and I was back home with my two dozen cans of beer by 6:20 p.m.
My only exercise of the day will have been that 11-minute plank, and this four-mile round trip hike ─ the trip home bearing a dozen cans of beer in separate packs borne from each hand is something of a workout because I do not get to have a break.
The outing soured me, alas. All the traffic on the streets, and the people everywhere ─ often, drug addicts, the mentally ill, and prostitutes ─ made being out there a poor experience. I had no enjoyment whatsoever.
So going from the lovely emotion brought on by some Thai whisky and a Christmas movie that made me yearn for the solace of a small town where everyone was practically like extended family, then transitioning to the detestable reality of the overwhelming city life around me, was a most unwholesome changeover.
Honestly, I hated this walk.
I am all the more resolved that following my 70th birthday next month, I am going to forsake spending any further evenings sitting up with my besotted brother watching T.V. shows with him. I will reserve the T.V.-watching to the mornings when he is sober.
This will allow me to get to bed relatively early. Then, I can be up in the very early a.m. and potentially undertake the walks that I just cannot force myself to endure during the busy daytime.
I do not want a 71st birthday if this is the finest that my life is ever going to be. If being out and walking far from home in the depth of night is to prove dangerous at some point, then I can only hope that it is fatally so and not just some lifelong crippling encounter with misadventurous violence at the hands of one or more rowdies or gangsters.
All I ever wanted in life was to be loved and to give love, and to be happy. Why could it not have been?
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