This is the third consecutive day in which my wife has been home, and it appears as if she will be spending her fourth night here at home later on today. I cannot remember when she last slept at home for four consecutive nights.
She usually spends her weekends and free time (i.e., her non-scheduled working days) somewhere in Vancouver ─ such is my sorry marriage.
I reported in this blog yesterday how her eldest son arrived home barely after 4:00 p.m. ─ on his new motorcycle. My wife was like an excited teen girl as she hustled outside to greet him.
I also posted eight rather gloomy photos, but I now have a far improved image that was apparently taken with my wife's iPhone by one of her sons while she sat on the bike.
There were actually two photos ─ she uploaded them to her Facebook account, captioning the pair with something like "Then and now":
I don't know when the first photo was taken, but it was obviously on one of her return visits to her home village very near Udon Thani in Thailand. She is seated in a tuk-tuk at its controls.
If you can believe this, I have as yet to go outside and inspect my stepson's motorbike. However, when my younger brother arrived home late last afternoon or early evening and was watching T.V. fully unaware as yet of the new purchase, my stepson ─ who had been out on his bike ─ returned home.
So my brother just had to go out and view the machine. And for that reason alone, I can now report that the bike is indeed a Harley-Davidson. However, I don't have any idea what specific variety it might be.
This is a very brief (14 seconds) video that my wife took of the lad just before she got her chance to sit on the bike ─ she captioned it in Facebook as "My son bought me a new toy":
Anyway, I thought that I should make that update concerning the event.
I was to sit up into the latter part of the midnight hours last night operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to locate episodes of a few of the T.V. series my brother and I follow (he doesn't know how to operate the device).
It was my second consecutive such night. I would rather get to bed early so that I can rise early and put work into the new post I am putting together at one of my six hosted websites.
My chance may come this evening, however, for I overheard my brother on his cellphone midday arranging with two of his drinking buddies about hooking up ─ probably at one of their homes so that they can do some drinking together now that the bars are shut down due to COVID-19.
I'm rather wondering if ever the three of them are going to have their rendezvous here? They all bus for these get-togethers because at least two of them have been nicked for driving while under the influence, and neither are interested in being banned from driving again ─ nor the bloody cost involved before finally being able to legally drive once more.
I wasn't able to nap in my bed this afternoon because my wife never got up until maybe around 2:00 p.m. By then, I had bedded down on the floor here in front of my computer which I keep in a small room next to our bedroom. I don't think I managed to slip into a nap, but it did prove reviving.
I rose this morning just ahead of 7:00 a.m., I believe, so I was able to put in the minimum amount of work that I wanted done on that website post, but it is still probably a couple of weeks away from getting published ─ my posts are extremely long. The last one just exceeded 34,000 words.
For all the work I put into those posts, as well as this blog, it sure doesn't pay off financially. I only ever got involved in all of this over 11 years ago as a bid to try and derive a second income, but that never materialized.
I'm a little mystified why I am unable to make any money through Amazon. For example, this past month my affiliate account managed to achieve over 4,000 clicks or impressions or whatever the heck it's is called when potential buyers visit Amazon through one of my links.
And the few months before that, I have always gotten over 2,000 such clicks.
However, no one ever buys, so I do not receive any credit.
I have been an Amazon affiliate for probably a decade, and I have never received a payout of my balance because it has never reached the threshold of $100. I don't even have $50 in my balance, alas. I'll probably be dead before I finally merit a payout.
Pretty pathetic, right?
Gosh, this discussion has just deflated all interest that was with me in continuing with this post. I am going to close.
Before I do, however, I only want to mention that when my brother rose this morning and had come downstairs around 9:30 a.m. to boil water for his instant coffee, he drew my attention to the fact that there was a feeble attempt outside to snow. Flakes were falling, but they were fairly small; and they were extremely sparse.
Neither of us could recall when we may last have witnessed any snow falling in April hereabouts in Surrey ─ the ground was almost blanketed with snow early yesterday, but it was gone with the advancing of the afternoon.
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