There was to be no early bedtime for me last night. My wife had herself camped within our bedroom, perhaps watching a movie or similarly involved with a tablet. As a result, I had to sit up deep into the midnight hour operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to entertain my younger brother with episodes of a few of the T.V. series we follow.
It was around 1:00 a.m. before I was to bed. My wife had accommodatingly just vacated the bedroom once she realized that my drunken brother had gone to his bedroom for the night.
I had to use the bathroom round 2:30 a.m., finding myself still alone in the bed ─ I saw that my wife was shut up in this room where I keep my computer. I now cannot say just when it was that she finally called it a night.
This morning I think I may have risen right around 8:00 a.m. at latest, but I did not feel at all adequately slept. In fact, I almost felt hungover ─ it was as if a slight headache was attempting to birth.
But I had to put in the day's minimum amount of work I always feel obligated to get done on the post I usually have in development at one of my six hosted websites.
I never got the task finished until nearly 10:00 a.m., by which time my brother was finally emerging from his bedroom. I would have loved to have been able to get more sleep, but I felt obligated to join my brother just after 10:00 a.m. to put our Android TV Box back into operation (he doesn't know how to work it).
I had a movie in mind for us to start off with ─ 2017's How to Talk to Girls at Parties.
Immediately my brother voiced his disapproval, insisting to me to give it a pass. But I resisted, declaring something like, "Books and their covers!"
He tends to tread rather lightly with his objections because I easily take offence and will leave him to find his own entertainment if he becomes too disagreeable to tolerate.
But he managed to more or less get into the bizarre tale, even though I have to admit that it was a weakly presented story.
Only when I was watching the end credits did I realize that Nicole Kidman was in the feature. I had thought that her character was unexpectedly attractive and familiar, but it never occurred to me that it was Nicole.
I had to watch T.V. until something like 1:20 p.m. before my brother was ready to return to his bedroom to rest up ere heading away for a couple or so hours in his van. By then, my wife had company outside ─ her friend Fanta, who had come to finally collect the crushed red lava rock that is popularly used in landscaping to control the growth of weeds.
We used to have it spread all over our garden areas in the front yard, but about a decade ago my wife enlisted her sons to bag most of it up and store it at the back side of our house because she intended to try and garden, and the crushed rock was in the way.
Sadly, it was for naught. My wife may have had some expertise with gardening back in her Thailand homeland, but her talents did not translate very well here to our Canadian climate. Plants she would buy and put into the ground almost always died.
And she and her sons cut away all of the low-lying coniferous shrubbery that had lined one side of our front walkway, as well as some of the rhododendron bushes we then had elsewhere in the front yard ─ all in the name of her ill-formed schematic vision of how she hoped to develop the garden space.
It was a mistake, alas.
And all of that bagged red lava rock, she had promised to give to her friend Fanta just to be rid of it. However, year after year passed, and Fanta never came for it ─ until today.
So they were in the backyard with my eldest stepson, who had been tagged to perform the manual work of actually getting the crushed red lava rock into Fanta's vehicle.
I was hungry, and wanted to have a nap, so I tried to have a small meal and shut myself up in the bedroom before I was obligated to socialize with Fanta. But while I was eating here at my computer, my wife came and said that Fanta was asking about me. Would I come and say hello?
So of course I said I would. I even sat outside with them for awhile. Then around 2:00 p.m., Fanta announced that she had a 4:00 p.m. meeting related to the restaurant she own. She still had to get the rock back to her home, and then get ready for the meeting, so she wasn't able to linger with us longer than she had.
She never did set foot into the house.
And away she went.
I gave a try at sitting out in the backyard sunshine, but I found it to
be too uncomfortable due to a virtually incessant chilly breeze.
Not too much thereafter I took my nap while my wife fussed in the kitchen and socialized with her two sons. I don't think I was in bed more than about an hour, but by then my brother had risen and left.
My brother was back home by approximately 4:40 p.m. And by 5:20 p.m., my wife left us without a word of farewell to me ─ I expect that she will not be back until at least tomorrow, for such is my sorry marriage.
Nevertheless, at least I will be able to get to bed early this evening ─ I won't sit up with my brother too very long after 10:00 p.m. He may enjoy sitting up late forcing down as may beers as he is able, but I feel no such compunction.
It is now just after 6:00 p.m., so I am going to bring this post to a close right here. Tomorrow will be another day ─ perhaps considerably warmer, and one bestowing the comfort I would like to enjoy for some sitting barefooted out in the backyard and benefitting from exposure to the Sun.
I also have to get in the day's exercising now that my wife is not here ─ our bedroom is the only space in the house available to me, for I cannot exercise without full privacy.
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