With my brother away last evening and the time surpassing 8:00 p.m., I forsook the T.V. with an eye toward getting to bed early.
In fact, it was only 8:24 p.m. by the time I had settled into my bed.
But I found myself vividly awake.
Exacerbating matters were that one of my stepsons had decided to start laundering ─ the laundering facilities are downstairs directly beneath my bed. The load was clearly unevenly distributed, and the annoying sound of this fact penetrated even my earplugs.
Then I got a text on my phone. Wondering if it was from my wife, I checked; but it was only from my youngest stepson who was here at home!
When the load of laundry was finished, it went into the dryer ─ along with two of those hard-plastic, spiked dryer balls. I then had to listen to those constantly banging and banging just beneath my bed.
It all began to make me feel rather furious that I was being subjected to this inconsideration.
I eventually heard my brother arrive home ─ I don't think it was too much beyond 9:00 p.m.
And not too terribly long after that, my wife was home. She came into the bedroom where I was still trying to sleep with my ineffective earplugs and a bandana blindfold, and she left the table lamp on at her side of the bed as she exited the bedroom and shut the door.
I suppose something akin to sheer exhaustion ultimately did bring me some sleep, but by midnight I was wide awake again, and so I decided to get up. My brother had by this time retired to his bedroom; and my wife was downstairs at the dining table, entertaining herself with noisy videos on her iPhone.
I remained upstairs ─ I came here to my computer which I keep in a small room next to my bedroom. And soon I was at work adding content into the post I want to have finished by Friday for publication at one of my six hosted websites.
It was not too very long when I heard my wife say something in Thai to one or both of her sons that sounded to me like it might be a good-night, and then upstairs she came.
She said nothing to me upon seeing that I was up. She used the bathroom, and then shut herself up in our bedroom.
Such is our sorry marriage.
I was to remain up for approximately four hours before finally returning to bed.
I ought to mention that I was undergoing a recurrence of the condition that I wrote about in my blog post of two days ago ─ piercing, jabbing pains occasionally striking at the lower right side of my skull, and even my right ear.
My belief is that these have their provenance in undue and prolonged stress I undergo, including that of unattainable and badly needed sleep.
Fortunately, even though I did not sleep spectacularly well after returning to bed in the pre-dawn, the condition subsided completely in time.
I was to remain abed until maybe 8:20 a.m., deciding then to rise because I no longer seemed able to gain any further small bouts of sleep.
My brother emerged from his bedroom less than a half hour later, and he soon had on the T.V.
I waited until 10:00 a.m. before joining him, putting our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box into operation, and fully expecting to be watching shows with him until possibly 1:00 p.m. or a little later.
My wife rose late in the morning, and as she came downstairs she offered a collective good-morning to my brother and I.
He and I had watched an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show; and we were just finishing an episode of 13 Reasons Why, when he stood up and remained stationary until the episode had concluded. And then he went upstairs to his bedroom and closed the door.
He and I had watched an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show; and we were just finishing an episode of 13 Reasons Why, when he stood up and remained stationary until the episode had concluded. And then he went upstairs to his bedroom and closed the door.
It was not yet quite noon. I concluded that he must have some errand ahead, and was catching an early bit of further bed rest.
I shut down the Android TV Box and the T.V. The day was overcast, so I had no sunning intentions. However, I did have some exercise scheduled for out in the backyard toolshed.
Even so, I was still not feeling quite right ─ whatever the cause may be of those piecing stabs of pain to my head.
My wife was busy in the kitchen, so I went out to the shed to see how I fared. And to my pleasure, I actually performed quite well.
After coming back into the house, I came upstairs here to my computer for a time, and then I decided to seek a needed nap.
My brother and his van were gone when I finally rose. My wife was in the bathroom, showering and apparently washing her hair.
I heard her talking on her cellphone in Thai to someone I could only suppose was her friend and employer at the Thai restaurant where my wife works ─ my suspicion was that my wife was to be putting in some time there late in the afternoon and over the evening.
The restaurant is closed due to the COVID-19 lockdown, but it still takes orders and will deliver.
By this part of the day, there were lots of sunny breaks outside. I finally decided to go out into the backyard to see if conditions were pleasant enough for me to sit out there.
Then, deeming that it was indeed nice enough, I went and sat in a lawn- or deckchair and faced directly toward the Sun ─ it was 3:29 p.m.
I spent just over a half hour out there, by which time a great ugly cloud had obscured the Sun. We've supposed to have rain overnight.
Anyway, I came into the house and ─ just as I had anticipated ─ I found myself here alone. My wife had left without a word to me.
So ─ since her arrival home last evening and until her departure after mid-afternoon today ─ the only communication I have had from her was that "good-morning" directed at both my brother and I.
Alas, she and I are very similar. We do not communicate when there is a difficulty between us. Instead, we shut right down and ... well, essentially we self-isolate from one another.
I have made many mistakes where she is concerned. I probably should not have even married her ─ or at least, I should not have brought her here to Canada after we did marry. Life here in the West has mutated her forever.
I knew that this often enough happens ─ I had even been warned that she would change. My simple village girl would become highly status-conscious; and the selfless, loyally dependent young woman that she was would forever disappear.
I am married to someone else now. Someone who does not need me, nor respect me.
Enough. I don't want to keep dwelling on this today.
Two or three days ago, I posted a couple of very poor selfies that I took of myself just before I engaged some exercising while wearing blood flow restriction bands.
Well, I took three more selfies early last evening after I had exercised using the bands:
As I said when I posted the previous pair of photos, I just cannot seem to take a decent selfie. But I am sure that it would help if I had a properly wide mirror.
I confess to having 'flexed' my abdominal wall for the photos. But I do feel myself entitled to a liberty or two of that sort ─ I did turn 70 years old a little over six months ago, after all.
Before I publish this post, I just want to observe that if my younger brother is not home before 8:00 p.m. this evening, then I will again get to bed early. I feel myself capable of getting to sleep.
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