Despite my wife being home last evening, when my younger brother was not yet home by 9:00 p.m., I let her know that I was taking myself to bed before he finally did arrive from wherever it was that he went to drink beer.
I never get to sleep at all quickly, and I was still awake when she finally joined me. I don't know if it had gotten rather late by then, or if she just didn't feel like staying up ─ especially if my brother had gotten home and was 'stinking drunk'.
It was 9:07 p.m. when I was into bed; and precisely four hours later at 1:07 a.m. I checked the time and made the decision to get up and finally finish and publish the post I have been working on since before the start of the month at my website Siam-Longings.
I felt as if I could have remained in bed, but I did rise, and that post is now published thanks to my effort this early a.m.: Udon Thani Museum II.
It was approaching 5:00 a.m. before I returned to bed ─ and for some unfathomable reason, my youngest stepson had risen maybe 15 minutes earlier and was shut up in the bathroom, forcing me to go downstairs to micturate ere getting back to bed.
He did the same thing yesterday. Who needs to rise at 4:30 a.m. or soon thereafter to evacuate their bowels? But why not just use the downstairs toilet to do it and keep me out of the process!
I cannot now recall when I next rose, but it may have been around 8:30 a.m. or soon before. My brother rose ahead of 9:00 a.m., and by that hour had finished his shower and went downstairs to watch T.V. and drink coffee. I waited until 10:00 a.m. before joining him in the living room to put our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box into action.
I had no idea what my wife's work schedule now is ─ as of this week she has gone part-time. She normally rises around 10:00 a.m. when she has an 11:00 a.m. start at the Thai restaurant she work for, but she didn't rise until near 10:30 a.m.
My brother and I finally watched the final two episodes of the T.V. series Deadwood ─ what a great disappointment the finish to that series was! We were expecting a violent showdown, but there was none.
And even worse ─ the main townsfolk characters were all perfectly complicit in the murder (a bloody throat-cutting) by Al Swearengen of one of his hapless prostitutes just so they all could use her body to pass off as being that of another hooker who had shot the main villain George Hearst in the shoulder ─ he had issued a demand that she be killed, or he would be retaliating on the town.
And so one and all swallowed their pride and let the poor substitute be murdered and placed nto a coffin in the stead of Trixie, the actual shooter.
This was a monumental letdown that I still cannot fathom. George Hearst got to ride the stagecoach out of Deadwood and apparently live happily ever after.
I watched three seasons for this disappointingly pathetic outcome?
There is a sequel movie that my brother and I will watch sometime next week, but it supposedly takes place a decade later. I don't want to read anything about the 2018 film, so I have no idea if there is any comeuppance for George Hearst implied or even enacted.
Normally my brother takes some bed rest in the early afternoon after our three or so hours of Android TV Box television viewing together, but he had been setting up a rendezvous with someone he knows in order to play pool at a pub not too far from Newton. And so off he went to catch a bus (he is still under a three-month driving suspension).
I hope I can get to bed this evening before he returns, for I do not at all feel like sitting up late if he happens to somehow be in any shape to watch T.V. with ─ he doesn't understand the operation of the Android TV Box, so that is my exclusive role.
I suffered a bad decline this afternoon once he had gone ─ I am not acquiring adequate sleep. I started to feel helpless. I can do nothing until it is done at the convenience of absolutely everyone else in this household.
I badly needed a nap, but I could not have it with my wife home. A least she seemed to have had to work this late afternoon ─ the restaurant closes from 3:00 p.m. until 4:30 p.m., so she left on the drive in time to make its re-opening.
And so it was after 4:00 p.m. before I could finally have an essential nap, but by then I felt so infernally downtrodden and bullied of God that I wept in my bed, and had to struggle to cease the tears in order to find the solace of sleep.
I felt considerably better when I rose ─ probably a little over an hour later. However, I am still not too far from that breakdown verge. As said, I need more sleep than I am managing.
So to that end I am bringing this post to closure with yet some more photos that were taken two years ago when my wife returned to her home village in Thailand to see her mother and other family, as well as old friends.
Google notified me today of the creation of this collage from five of the photos taken back then:
On that specific day, my wife was apparently out with Gay friends of hers ─ she has a most peculiar proclivity for befriending Gay men. Two Gay chaps have been friends of hers since they were all probably still schoolkids. And one of those is captured in the top left image ─ he is the somewhat stocky guy wearing white and who has a purse hanging from the cook of an arm.
I don't know what temple it was that they had visited.
Anyway, here are the five original photos:
And that does it for me ─ that's my wife in the last two photos, by the way.
Blazes...my brother just got home.
Blazes...my brother just got home.
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