My wife arrived home last evening around 7;30 p.m. I was not expecting her, but I was not too surprised because she had phoned awhile earlier to ask concerning the number of tomatoes we had on hand.
At the time, I had mused that she was likely shopping, or intending to.
Anyway, her arrival was somewhat opportune because I had just phoned Sandra, the lady friend of my old friend Bill, who is in a full-time care facility over on Vancouver Island.
Although I have known Bill since possibly at least as far back as 1962, I have not see my old friend in at least 20 years, I would say. Sandra has known him since the mid-1980s, I believe. She lives in Vancouver, but a few times a year she will commute over to the Island from her apartment to visit him for a few hours.
She will also phone him ─ a process that I understand involves having personnel at the care facility on hand to assist Bill with any calls, since he is essentially bedridden.
Chats with Sandra can last an hour or more, so I do not easily get myself involved in them. Having my wife show up unexpectedly last evening as she did was the perfect excuse to cut short the conversation; and it relieved me now of a sense of obligation to be in touch with Sandra for anything like the near future.
Sandra lives to talk and text on her phone, it seems; whereas I share no such need. Whenever she texts me, I leave the text unanswered because the engagement ─ the 'back and forth' ─ would become endless.
My wife had come home to do some cooking, and was planing to spend the night. I imagine that she had come here from wherever it is in Vancouver that she stays on the weekends. We live far closer to the Thai restaurant that employs her, so it is far easier for her to go to work from here than it is from Vancouver.
As the evening advanced toward 9:00 p.m., I decided it best to withdraw from the living room and the T.V., for I did not wish to become embroiled with my younger brother when he arrived home from wherever it was that he was drinking.
He would expect me to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to locate episodes of some of the T.V. series we follow, but it was most unlikely that he would be in any shape at that time of evening to retain consciousness. It is better to avoid entanglement with him entirely when he does not come home early.
My wife was in the bathroom when I came upstairs here to my computer, so I waited her out before I went to bed. When she realized what I was doing, she queried whether my brother, then, had come home?
I assured her that he had not yet ─ I was simply being preemptive.
It was probably 9:30 p.m. at earliest by this time. Anon I believe that I did hear my brother come into the house; and probably not much more than a half hour after I had gone to bed (donning earplugs and a blindfold), my wife also came to bed.
Apparently the poor girl did not fare well with sleep, and it was not always just to use the bathroom.
When I retire early as I did, I tend to rise extremely early. And so around 1:40 a.m. (or was it 1:20 a.m.?), I was up to put some work into the post I have in production at one of my six hosted websites.
I discovered that my computer had been in use, and a shawl of my wife was also in evidence. Clearly, she had been spending some time here while I was abed ─ proof that she was having considerable trouble sleeping, and not just getting up to use the bathroom.
I discovered that my computer had been in use, and a shawl of my wife was also in evidence. Clearly, she had been spending some time here while I was abed ─ proof that she was having considerable trouble sleeping, and not just getting up to use the bathroom.
Of course, I went downstairs to turn on the Christmas lights both within and without the house. In support of Christians who observe Christmas via the dating of the Julian calendar, our (Gregorian calendar) January 7 and 8 can each match up with two versions of the Julian December 25, as indicated in this Wikipedia article.
It was raining outside, incidentally, and has probably done so much of today.
Since today is also Christmas Day (December 25) according to some Julian reckonings, I will also have our Christmas lights on both inside and outside the house. However, I will only be turning on the outside lights if I am able to get to bed early again this evening due to my brother's tardiness in arriving home, for I will be able to rise early in the a.m. and light them up.
I will not turn them on if I am going to get to bed early ─ I am uncomfortable about them burning while everyone is in bed. Some strings of those Christmas lights outside have been up for more than 15 years, and thus may be deteriorating.
Of course, if my brother sensibly arrives home early in the evening and it appears that I will be sitting up late with him, I will turn on the outside lights for the evening and unplug them at bedtime.
But right now, it is 7;13 p.m., and he is not yet home. And so the lights outside are still off.
My wife starts work at 11:00 a.m. at the Thai restaurant, so she didn't leave here this morning on her drive until maybe 10:30 a.m. Her workdays are long, so at best she oughtn't to be back home until the late evening.
However, her boss is also her good friend, and has been away on holiday until today, so it is possible that my wife will be remaining to do some partying. In such a case, she will not be home until the wee a.m. hours.
I want to bring this post to a close. I mainly posted because I have been wanting to delete a couple of photos of Britney Spears that I saved onto my computer at some point last year for purposes of presenting in my blog, but I never did get around to doing so.
I think Britney is in absolutely gorgeous shape, and I have always admired her for that ─ she's most impressive.
The two photos that I came across and saved are selfies that she took which display her physique ─ and her beautifully muscled legs ─ in pinnacle fashion:
I also love how she cocks her head while concentrating on her cellphone's camera feature ─ she looks like some sweet, young schoolgirl.
Good on her!
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