It was nigh 9:30 p.m. last evening when I heard my younger brother coming into the house ─ I was here upstairs at my computer, for I had worked late on that day's blog post and then had a bath, and as yet had not even supped.
I had only eaten one smallish meal the entire day.
Natheless, it would have to wait ─ it was essential that I hie myself to bed and avoid entangling myself with a brother most probably too drunk for me to be bothering trying to watch any T.V. with ─ even had I felt up to sitting up late doing so, which I did not.
Some sleep would come and then go, and I remember checking the time at one point before it was yet midnight. It is only rarely that my brother betakes himself to bed ahead of that hour, so I never even bothered myself with rising and taking a peek out of my bedroom door.
I think that my next time check was at 12:41 a.m. ─ and when I rose to have a look, I saw that my brother was quite newly shut up into his bedroom, for the light was still on. He has a bedtime ritual in his en-suite shower room of shaving and teeth-brushing that can take him a quarter of an hour or longer before he is finally into bed.
It perplexes me why he bothers. Why not shave in the morning? He's retired, after all ─ it isn't like he has to rise and rush off to anywhere.
But he is a slave to his habits.
Anyway, I was free to rise and soon get to work on the post that I am developing at one of my six hosted websites. And as time passed, I kept wondering if my wife was going to show up or not.
She never did ─ such is my sorry marriage. Incidentally, when she left late that morning to go to work at the Thai restaurant that employs her (now on a part-time basis), she took back from me a bank ATM card that gives her access to a certain account that she keeps in a deep negative balance.
She had given me the card a week or so ago because she keeps relapsing into a gambling addiction that can see her blow through a grand or two in a night.
The so-called growth account allows for as much as $1,000 of credit to be obtained, and my incorrigible wife will just not accept that this is credit debt and not actual money that is available to us.
My return to bed this a.m. was possibly not until at least 4:30 a.m., for I finally did have a tiny meal and then I brushed my teeth ─ that latter process involves the use of coconut oil and takes me at least 15 minutes.
A little more sleep was to come and go, and around 7:15 a.m. I was considering getting up, but I concluded that I was still too inadequately slept. Thereafter I managed to sink into a longer than usual bout of sleep, for when I made my next time check, it was after 10:00 a.m.
That quite shocked me, for it is around then during the workweek that I join my brother in the living room where I put into operation our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to watch episodes of a few of the T.V. series we follow.
I hustled up and dressed; but when I opened my bedroom door, although his bedroom door was open, the T.V. was not playing.
I came downstairs, but could not see him anywhere. My youngest stepson was in the kitchen, so I supposed that it was him whom I had heard open the front door to the house just before I came downstairs.
My brother's van was still outside. There is nowhere that he would have walked at that time of day.
Quite perplexed, I was somewhat at a loss, for before going to bed earlier that a.m. I had set up access to a documentary I wanted my brother and I to watch that is titled Call of The Forest: The Forgotten Wisdom of Trees.
It didn't seem available at any of the streaming 'apps' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, so ultimately I used the Firefox 'app' and went to the website TVO.org and set up the documentary to play from there.
To anyone who might want to ever do the same, I found that for some reason the website has no search function visible in either the Firefox nor the Google Chrome 'app', yet the search feature is as clear as day at the website when viewed on my computer.
I got around that by adding "search" to the website URL in my Android TV Box's Firefox as such:
https://tvo.org/search
That produced a missing search field.
I had also used our Android TV Box's YouTube 'app' to locate a video I wanted my brother to see that I had first located in a LifeSpa.com article titled Breath Retention + Pranayama: the Performance-Enhancing Effects (EPO, Stem Cells, Nitric Oxide + More!).
So both of these videos were all set up to play...but my brother was not to be found.
And then I noticed that his van was no longer here ─ he clearly had been outside, and then drove off.
As I sat here at my computer around 11:30 a.m., I heard him come back into the house. I did not ask him, but I suspect that he likely only went off for a haircut.
He got to see both videos.
There are two related LifeSpa.com videos that I plan for him to see this week, but today I could not recall their titles and I didn't care to spend time trying to locate them.
It must have been around 1:30 p.m. when my brother was ready for some bed rest ere heading off this afternoon to probably catch a bus so he could re-commence his drinking somewhere.
However, it is quite possible that he opted to walk. There had been some very light rain in the early morning, but the day has been mostly overcast and rain free.
While he was in his bedroom, I engaged in a session of pranayama. As described by John Douillard, I inhaled deeply and then fully exhaled as rapidly as was comfortable, then held my breath upon making the 10th inhalation.
I am hardly frail, so I ignored his advice concerning progression for beginners ─ I held my breath for a 60-count.
Then I repeated the entire process twice more.
That was the first half of the session.
The second half was similar, except that upon taking the 10th inhalation, I fully exhaled and then held my breath ─ also for a 60-count.
I did that three times, too. It was a little more of a strain, since my lungs were not full of air after the final exhalation.
I ought to point out that I am 70 years old.
Once I finished the full routine, I put on my runners and went on out to the backyard toolshed to engage in some exercising. It's the only place where I can do some chin-ups / pull-ups, although I do not have a chin-up bar out there ─ just a rather wide and hollow bar.
The contraption is actually the ladder from a small child's backyard slide that I appropriated and have stretched across rafters in that toolshed ─ I took these photos of the setup back on September 11, 2017:
I have since removed most of the crossbars, leaving just one at each end of the ladder to keep the two bars secure and prevent them from rolling (as would happen if each bar was on its own and I was to try and do a pull-up).
I can't really do chin-ups or pull-ups because the side bars are just too thick to comfortably grasp ─ basically, all I can do is sort of curl my hands over one of them.
But I can use the two bars simultaneously to pull myself up betwixt them. Even so, I still try to do a few chin-ups and single-bar pull-ups first just to keep my body familiar with those exercise movements.
I should point out that those rafters are well above the shed floor. When I am hanging from the two bars, my feet have a drop of at least a yard. As a result, I use a stepladder to access them and then step back onto after each set of pull-ups.
However, I have digressed. I just wanted to make the point that I am going to try henceforth to do a session of that breath retention now on a daily basis. At my age, I need every good break I can obtain.
After my exercising in that shed, I had my day's first meal. By the time I was done, my brother was back out of his bedroom, and set to head off.
I needed my own nap, so around 2:10 p.m. I was into my bed for well over an hour. I then fixed up my day's second hot caffeinated beverage, and I got to work on this post.
It has been lightly raining all this while, so it will likely keep on doing so for the evening and maybe all the night.
I just may seek another nap in the earliest part of the evening, and then see if I have it in me to get away to do some grocery shopping at a store that is at least a mile from here ─ I don't drive, so I will have to walk.
And with that said, I might as well stop blogging for today.
Well, so much for my nap ─ my wife just arrived home at 6:00 p.m.
Post Script 6:25 p.m.: I have only discovered that it was my eldest stepson who had come home ─ not my wife. Perhaps that nap is yet possible.
Well, so much for my nap ─ my wife just arrived home at 6:00 p.m.
Post Script 6:25 p.m.: I have only discovered that it was my eldest stepson who had come home ─ not my wife. Perhaps that nap is yet possible.
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