It was a late evening for me yesterday ─ drunk though he was after he got home from wherever he had been drinking, my younger brother held onto his consciousness throughout the evening, and so I was obliged to sit up well into the midnight hour operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch the T.V. entertainment we were to enjoy.
I held myself to one can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep in stock.
When I went to bed, my wife was still not home following her long day of work at her friend's Thai restaurant. Oddly, I am unsure if I was still awake when at last she did arrive home or not.
Whatever the case, she did not sit up, and she had evidently been doing some partying.
I remained abed overnight until 7:00 a.m., even though by then I had been awake for possibly an hour. I rose and put in some work on the post I am still working on at one of my six hosted websites.
My eldest stepson had not yet risen and gone to work, but he did eventually rise and headed away on his drive just after 8:30 a.m. Within the half hour, I had declined such that I decided to make use of his vacant bed and seek some rest there downstairs.
No sooner had I done so at approximately 9:00 a.m. when I heard my wife come downstairs to the kitchen. I reluctantly rose to keep her company, foolishly thinking that she was getting a head start on some cooking. Instead, she must only have come for some water, for she had failed to bring a glass with her to her bedside last night.
She had her drink, and then returned to bed. And I of course returned to rest in my eldest stepson's bed.
My younger brother was soon enough to start stirring in his room, and soon waking himself up with a shower. I remained where I was ─ even after he came downstairs to watch some T.V. while drinking coffee.
When I checked the time around 9:50 a.m., I realized that it was late enough for me to fix my day's first hot caffeinated beverage, so I left my stepson's bed and came upstairs here to my computer where I leave my drinking mug. If my brother wondered why he had not noticed me already downstairs, he said naught.
Anyway, I fixed up my drink, and then joined him in the living room, and soon I had a movie set up for us to watch via our Android TV Box. The movie was the 2011 Saoirse Ronan feature Hanna.
My wife emerged from our bedroom soon after 10:00 a.m. to have a shower, and then she readied herself and was off on her drive back to work at her friend's Thai restaurant.
As for the movie, it was definitely entertaining enough, but my brother and I were constantly distracted by a scruffy character we could see outside our living room window who kept traversing back and forth, toting all manner of items into the short alleyway beside our house that leads from our cul-de-sac to the nearby main avenue.
The alley is blocked to vehicular traffic at each end, but pedestrian traffic takes full advantage of the shortcut.
This scruffy character was clearly from a nearby house, for he kept reappearing in short order with more cargo that he would take into the alley, and soon enough reappear from without.
He made well over a dozen trips ─ I might be nearer the truth claiming that it was more on the order of 20 trips. It most definitely served to constantly disrupt our attention from the movie.
I took these photos through the living room window at 10:52 a.m. as he was returning to his residence after making one of his unloads:
These two photos were taken at 11:15 a.m.:
And these final six photos were taken at 11:24 a.m.:
I even took some video footage:
I think that it is possible that he may have come from that large white house that you can see at the corner of the street that he turns onto toward the end of the short video clip.
I never ventured to the alley to take a photo until I took this one at 1:47 p.m.:
Welcome to the City of Surrey and an example of the handiwork of one of its fine residents!
Sure, I could notify the City of Surrey concerning this "Illegal Dumping" ─ but why? Several years ago I complained at least three times over the course of a couple of years about a neighbour's incessantly barking and baying hound, but nothing was ever practically done to help me.
I'm effectively a recluse ─ I want nothing to do with the authorities and their bureaucracy. All of the concomitant follow-up bother just is not worth it to me ─ particularly when it will probably only be futile once again.
As for the terribly disrupted movie, no doubt this impaired my enjoyment.
Some of the fight scenes were almost as hoaky as were the fight scenes that were so commonplace in movies of the 1970s and 1980s. Even a sinister rogue government thug and his couple of henchmen were caricatures from that bygone film era.
I also didn't much care for the fact that the movie ended without an actual finish. Sure, all of the bad guys seemed to have been killed off ─ as was the man whom Hanna had always believed to be her father.
But now what? Hanna had never lived among people before ─ she had no one to turn to whom she knew, apart from the British family of four whom she more or less became attached to while she was on the run.
Are we to believe that she thereafter sought them out and they took her in?
No, I don't like a finish of his sort. I like finality.
I have yet to watch the recent T.V. series of the same name that came out that is reportedly based upon the movie ─ it ought to be worth checking out.
And I see that ─ once again ─ my evening is well underway. I must finish up ─ I think I am likely going to be able to get to bed early this evening because my brother went off this afternoon to hook up with at least one of his drinking buddies. That usually results in my brother returning home well into the latter half of the evening.
I should have sought my afternoon nap earlier than I did, but corruption held sway and I expended time and vital resources pursing that wretched addiction.
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