A Brutal Early-Morning Shopping Expedition

After a break of five days, last evening was the first in as many in which I finally watched some T.V. with my younger brother via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box. He arrived home before it was yet 8:00 p.m.

One of the series we watched was Hap & Leonard ─ we watched the final two episodes. It was a good series, even though it took me awhile to overcome my lingering distaste or aversion for actor James Purefoy because of how much I hated the serial-killer character he played in the very bloody T.V. series The Following.

There were only three short seasons of Hap & Leonard, and it was unfortunate how that final season (and the series) had to end.

I had gotten to feel quite an attraction for the character Florida as played by actress Tiffany Mack ─ or more correctly, the attraction was for the actress herself.

After everything Hap and Leonard went through to finally find the missing woman (Florida), they all reunite only to have a flash flood come tearing along that results in her becoming impaled in an auto-wrecking yard.

After the flood had hit, Hap didn't even find her until she had already died ─ there was no sorrowful farewell together.

And that's where the show ended. It was a disappointing finish to a good series.

I thought that Tiffany Mack was a new face where my knowledge of her was concerned, but evidently I have seen her in at least two other series. Nevertheless, Wikipedia does not even have a brief article on her, and I can't find any substantial information about her anywhere else, either.

I wonder why?

Whatever the reason, I was to be into my bed ahead of 11:00 p.m. last night, fully intending to embark on an early grocery shopping expedition this morning. Over that evening, I had consumed a good shot of Captain Morgan spiced rum, and also had a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer.

I deliberately resisted getting up overnight until nigh 4:30 a.m., for I wanted to ensure that I was in shape to be making the 5.625-mile round trip hike with as near a 6:00 a.m. start as possible. The store ─ Real Canadian Superstore (Google map) ─ opens at 7:00 a.m.

I was planning on buying a little more than I usually do, so I was going to take a backpack along with the usual pair of tote bags that I haul my purchases home in. Since I doubted that I would be allowed to walk through the store with the backpack, I was going to have to hide it in the forest somewhere near 146th Street & 101st Avenue (Google map).

I must point out that the singular reason for the expedition was to replenish my supply of heavy whipping cream ─ I wanted to buy two one-litre cartons, for they cost $3.59 apiece when bought in tandem. No other store I know of sells heavy whipping cream anywhere close to that price. I don't think there is a store around here that even comes within a dollar of that price.

It was a little after 6:00 a.m. when I set off under overcast skies, but the pavement was dry ─ it had probably not rained since last evening.

I felt peculiarly feverish, and my nose was running somewhat. Possibly that was why I felt so overburdened yesterday ─ a mild infection of some manner.

Perhaps a half mile at most into my trip, it began to lightly spray rain. It was fine enough that it might have taken a half hour before the pavement was finally wet.

My route involved 100th Avenue from its intersection with the Quibble Creek Greenway (Google map), which I had followed from Fraser Highway. However, the area where I planned to hide my backpack had no direct access from 100th Avenue ─ that is to say, 146th Street of course terminated at 101st Avenue, and did not cut through the forest to 100th Avenue.

There are trails, but I have insufficient familiarity with them to know which to take. Instead, I hoped that I would meet with a convenient street somewhere between 144th Street and 148th Street.

There were none. I walked all the way to 148th Street, and from there turned into the forest along a trail until I was able to find my way to 101st Avenue. From there, I followed it to 146th Street, and then dipped back into the forest to hide my backpack.

Clearly, I lost considerable time. It was probably after 7:15 a.m. by the time I got to the store.

Guess what? There was no whipping cream whatsoever. I prefer that cream for my hot caffeinated beverages because anything weaker in butterfat tastes as feeble as if it is skim milk.

The store didn't even have the 18% butterfat creamer. So I bought a litre of the 10% dross that my brother always buys.

My entire outing had been in vain.

However, since I was there, I still bought other things. In all, I may have exceeded 20 pounds in total weight. Just walking the three blocks back to where I had hidden my backpack was something of an education in what was ahead.

Let's just say that by the time I was into that final mile from home, my steps were laboured and unsure. I was also footsore.

It was practically 9:00 a.m. when I made it home, damp and punished. I'm 70 years old ─ I do not feel like putting myself at risk like that again. If my mission had actually been successful and I had acquired whipping cream, then I would be more willing. But how can I ever know if there will whipping cream in stock?

How badly do I want to save $1.50 on a litre?

My brother was already up and reading the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

I was into such a decline that after I put away my groceries, I came upstairs and got out of my damp clothes and then just returned to bed. I lay in it for well over an hour, dozing a little.

I had taken no sustenance since first rising ─ just some black instant coffee.

When I got up again, I found that my brother had returned to his own bedroom ─ and he was to remain there until nearly noon.

It is after 5:30 p.m. as I type these words, and I still feel profoundly done in. I have even been back to my bed in the early afternoon for another nap after I had my first meal of the day.

I will not be undertaking any other exercise today than that brutal shopping expedition.

By the way, the late afternoon was experiencing sunny breaks. The spraying rain stopped during the latter morning, I suppose; and the pavement began drying anew by earliest afternoon.

At least I feel like I have accomplished something.

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A Day of Dithering

Last evening was the fifth consecutive in which I made it to bed before my younger brother was home from wherever it was that he had been drinking. I suppose that I am willing to give him until 8:30 p.m., but I will not risk his condition any later than that ─ he is likely to be no fit company to be trying to watch T.V. with.

I now cannot recall just when I was into my bed, but it was likely around 9:00 p.m.

Unfortunately, I continue to fail at easily finding any sleep. I am certain that I was awake an hour or longer before I found any.

Yet I was awake enough in the midnight hour to be checking the time, so I rose and dressed after determining that my brother had retired to his bedroom for the night.

As usual, I put work into the post I have in production at one of my six hosted websites.

It was my hope to get out to do some local grocery shopping as soon after the store opened this morning as I possibly could. However, I found out online that even though it used to open at 8:00 a.m., it now doesn't open until 9:00 a.m.

I did not like that at all ─ I consider that to be rather late in the morning.

Of course I needed more sleep than I had obtained, so I was back into bed shortly after 4:00 a.m.

I achieved a little more sleep, but found myself checking the time around 7:30 a.m. and then decided to get myself up for the morning.

The morning was mostly overcast at that point.

I took my time and eventually got ready for the outing ─ the market I thought to go to is about four blocks from here. Then just after 9:00 a.m., I set off.

But after walking maybe 100 feet, I paused and reconsidered. There was nothing at the market that I really needed; and I do have a more major shopping expedition planned for tomorrow morning.

That ─ and some guilt I was feeling for venturing out to shop on the day I feel is probably the true Sabbath ─ broke my resolve, and I turned back and came home.

As yet my brother betrayed no sounds of rising yet, so I decided to change into cutoffs and go out to the backyard toolshed to perform the exercise session that was scheduled for there today.

I must say, I am feeling overworked, as if I have been exercising too aggressively. Also, I am not exactly feeling refreshed ─ I am not sleeping at all well.

And when I returned to bed in the early a.m. after being up since during the midnight hour, I was quite newly beset with the beginnings of a migraine aura ─ these can be utterly debilitating. I might have remained up longer than I did if not for the onset of this state.

My return to bed allowed recovery, but there remained the telltale vague pressure headache that is always an aftermath of these auras  ─ that is, a headache that manifests itself with cranial pressure whenever I have occasion to bend over.

So overall, I am not physically hale today, and exercising is especially taxing.

I suppose that it was around 10:00 a.m. when my brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning. Then in short order, he announced that it had begun to rain.

And so went the day. The rain occasionally has stopped, but it did become worse after mid-afternoon for some while ─ it was quite heavy. The evening has been similar.

I have some concerns about my shopping trip tomorrow morning. I do not drive, so I will have to walk ─ a round trip of 5.625 miles.

For a day now, I have been wrestling with a rather major (for me) online purchase that would require three separate monthly hits ─ the first is under $50, but the next two would be around $150 each.

I have until tomorrow to make the decision. If I do not take advantage, the regular price of this purchase will more than double.

I only have a monthly retirement pension as income; and this is the worst time of year to be risking that much outlay because ─ apart from the monthly mortgage ─ our annual home insurance becomes due on June 14, and our annual property taxes right at the beginning of July.

I don't want to divulge what the purchase would be for, other than by just saying that it is a self-defence weapon ─ and I so badly want it.

But alas, I feel constrained to resist the investment.

Besides, if God wanted me to have it, would he not then provide?

Maybe it's just possible that the opportunity will present itself again later in the year.

Well, it's approaching 7:00 p.m., and I must get this post cleared away. I don't know if my brother will be showing up earlier than he has done the previous five evenings or not. If he does, then I will be sitting up until near 11:00 p.m. watching some T.V. with him via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that only I operate; however, if he is late getting home again, then I will want to be cleared of all hindrances so that I can betake myself to bed and avoid him.

What a fruitless life I lead....

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COVID-19 Critical Care MATH+ Protocol

For the entirety of yesterday, I believed that it was Friday. I wrote in yesterday's post that I hoped to get out early this morning for some grocery shopping ─ but I stated so only because I just accepted that it would be Saturday morning.

When my younger brother was not home last evening by 8:30 p.m. from wherever he had gone to drink, I was not going to become entangled with him in having to sit up and operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to watch episodes of any of the T.V. shows that we follow.

Yet I did not wish to go to bed too early ─ I have exceeding difficulty falling asleep.

So I remained up and carefully watched for him to finally arrive home. That arrival event was to occur not 10 minutes before 9:00 p.m., and I was into my bed by 8:54 p.m.

An hour later, I rose and turned on the ceiling fan in the hope that it would help me fall asleep, for I was still wide awake.

I do not know how much longer I lay in nearly hopeless wakefulness, but sleep did finally arrive. When next I was awake and curious on the time, I peeked from beneath my bandana blindfold to discover that the beside lamp on my wife's side of the bed was on.

I cannot remember when she last was home to spend Friday night in our bed, for she usually spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver and does not even come home after working Friday at her friend's Thai restaurant.

It was something like 12:28 a.m.

Was she downstairs, then? And what of my brother ─ did he finally go to bed after getting himself home?

It was affirmative on both counts. I had not yet brushed my teeth, so I rose and dressed and then collected my toothbrush and went downstairs for some coconut oil ─ I brush my teeth with the oil, and usually spend around 15 minutes in the thorough process, after which I expectorate the oil into the compost bin if it already has material within it; otherwise, I select a different area of the lawn and spew the oil onto it.

It is bad practice to just spit the oil down the drain, for ultimately it will contribute to clogging somewhere along the line in its transit to wherever waste water ultimately ends up.

And I choose different areas of the lawn when I spit there because last year I was only using one general area, only to find after the Winter snows had gone that the oil had essentially burned everything away and left just barren ground.

That sered area is still trying to recover. Apparently oil is oil, and plants cannot survive being drenched in it ─ even if only with small amounts on a nearly daily basis over a long period of time.

Anyway, I came downstairs to get some coconut oil and then lie on the chesterfield in the darkened living room while I brushed my teeth. My wife was having a snack at the dining table, and aptly observed, "You up?"

I was still brushing my teeth when she went upstairs to freshen up in the bathroom before going to bed.

Once I was done and rid of the coconut oil in the compost bin outside, I came upstairs here to my computer and got to work adding content into the post I am working on at one of my six hosted websites.

It was just past 4:00 a.m. when I returned to bed. I knew from the time I rose in the midnight hour that I was not going to be going shopping in the early morning, so that plan had long been dismissed as being even remotely enactable. Instead, I intended to try and sleep as much as I could.

It is never easy for me to sleep. I of late seem to find it especially difficult to find a comfortable position when I first go to bed.

I was to sleep in a few blocks ─ that is, broken sleep. And by 8:00 a.m. I felt myself to have eked out all the sleep I would be easily able to obtain.

Nevertheless, I lingered a half hour or so before rising.

At times since my return to bed, I had thought that it was raining outside, even though I wear earplugs. Perhaps the ceiling fan helped lend that illusion.

Maybe even the sounds of my brother's laundering contributed to that mistake, for the laundry facilities are directly beneath my bedroom.

I wondered why he was laundering on a Saturday ─ he usually launders on Friday mornings, but did not do so yesterday. I chalked it up to him perhaps having forgotten. I had almost asked him about it yesterday, but I chose not to.

Whatever the case, I rose this morning and gathered up my clothes, and then came here into the room where I keep my computer ─ the room is immediately next to my bedroom. My brother had the T.V. on downstairs ─ something he never does as early as that on a Saturday, for he has the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to that he always reads on Saturdays as he drinks his morning coffee.

Was it possible that the newspaper was not delivered, for whatever reason?

I forget now just what it was that ultimately got me suspicious about what actual day of the week that it was, but I decided to look at the corner of my computer where the time is displayed...and sure enough, I saw that today was Friday.

For well over a full 24 hours, I had been living the wrong day!

And of course, realizing that fact made sense of all the small mysteries. No wonder my wife spent last night here ─ it was commonplace for her to do so after she worked her Thursdays at the restaurant.

So maybe I can get out grocery shopping early morning on Saturday after all.

I suppose that it was nearly 9:00 a.m. when I discovered what day it really was. I remained here at my computer until nearly 10:00 a.m., and then I went downstairs to fix up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage, and to join my brother in the living room and put our Android TV Box to use.

My wife soon rose thereafter, and was away on her long drive to work within the hour.

She is unlikely to be returning until the weekend's finish.

When I rose during the midnight hour last night, I came upon an article published just today that told of a protocol for treating serious COVID-19 infections that is not being given due attention despite a better than 98% recovery success rate.

Granted, only a little over 100 patients have undergone the treatment, but of the two who did die, "Both were in their 80s and had advanced chronic medical conditions".

Believe me, if I or any of my family do end up with a serious COVID-19 infection that is life-risking, I will demand the MATH+ protocol ─ to hell with this mainstream nonsense that persists in touting that only something a pharmaceutical corporation can concoct is the sole solution permissible or even somehow conscionable!

You may not care to delve through the somewhat technical article nor to even bother watching the 14-minute video prefacing it, but at least keep this treatment in mind ─ the article I came upon is at Mercola.com and titled COVID-19 Critical Care.

If interested, you can also check out website COVID19CriticalCare.com: Frontline COVID-19 Critical Care Working Group │ Our MATH+ protocol saves lives • So why isn’t the world using it?

As well, there is this 17-page .pdf document at EVMS.edu: EVMS Medical Group │ EVMS CRITICAL CARECOVID-19 MANAGEMENT PROTOCOL.

One of the five physicians promoting this treatment is familiar to me ─ Dr. Paul Marik is known for his highly successful sepsis treatment that most hospitals still ignore, preferring (it would seem) to have patients die rather than employ a treatment that is not 'standard' (even if it apparently works).

Well, I must stop blogging for today ─ it is already approaching 6:30 p.m., and I still have to tackle the day's exercising session.

I managed to get in some sunning this afternoon following a very short nap. It was 3:09 p.m. when I sat low into a deck- or lawn-chair while I was attired in just a pair of gym shorts. Facing directly into the Sun, I spent just over 40 minutes out there in the backyard.

There was considerable light cloud, but not of sufficient density to ever make me feel as if I was wasting my time. From what I understand, we are to have some rain over the weekend, so that was my last sunning chance for at least a couple of days.

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Just a Simple Friday Here at Home

Last evening was the third consecutive in which my younger brother failed to arrive home early enough to find me still sitting up and available to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box for some T.V.-viewing together.

However, I was hardly in the embrace of sustaining sleep ─ I experienced very little of it.

I had gotten to bed just after 9:00 p.m. Eventually, I was aware when my wife came into the bedroom for something after she had come home from working at her friend's Thai restaurant.

Any sleep I experienced was superficial ─ nothing deep.

My wife finally came to bed herself not too much ahead of midnight, and I was no longer doing aught but lying in wait for my younger brother to finally betake himself to his bedroom for the night. However, due to how late into the evening it was that he must have gotten home from wherever he had gone to drink, he was not rushing to finalize his day.

And so it was that I was to lay there in my bed quite restlessly for a full hour before at last I heard him come upstairs and shut himself into his bedroom for the night.

I was finally free to rise and put some work into the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.

Maybe a half hour later, my wife rose to use the bathroom, and then she went downstairs to fix herself a snack. When she ate, and then came back upstairs to return to bed, she never said anything to me as she passed by me here in the room where I keep my computer immediately adjacent to our bedroom.

It was likely around 4:30 a.m. before I returned to bed for whatever actual sleep I would manage before I officially began my morning.

As early as 8:00 a.m. I was already awake enough to be checking the time, but I managed one final short bout of sleep before getting myself up shortly after 9:00 a.m. By then, my brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

I came here to my computer and waited until nearly 10:00 a.m. before going downstairs to fix my day's first hot caffeinated beverage, and then I joined him in the living room and put our Android TV Box into action to locate an episode each of three of the T.V. series we follow.

By then, it was late into the noon hour, and my brother was ready for some further bed rest ere taking off for the afternoon.

My wife had risen around 11:00 a.m., but she was not to leave to head on in to work until at least the mid-afternoon. Meantime, I was unable to exercise to the degree that I otherwise would have; and of course, I could not seek an early afternoon nap, either.

The early morning had been quite overcast, but the day developed into one that was hot and sunny.

I was to do some backyard sunning for a duration of just over a half hour ─ this, beginning at 2:16 p.m. while I sat low in a deck- or lawn-chair and attired in just cutoffs, with my bared feet on the ground. My brother had just left before I changed into the cutoffs to go outside.

My wife was showering when I came into the house following my sunning; and soon after she had finished, she readied and undertook her long drive to work.

She had left us quite a lot of her delicious cooking ─ "us", of course, includes not just my brother and I, but also her two sons (aged 22 and 25).

I never did seek a nap until well past 4:00 p.m., but it was not of much duration ─ at most, I was abed for an hour. I fully expect that I will probably have to sit up this evening to watch some T.V. with my brother, and so not likely manage to get to bed until around 11:00 p.m.

I have some grocery shopping in mind for early tomorrow morning.

I was considering bringing up an associated topic, but it is already after 6:30 p.m. and I want to have a bath before my brother shows up. I am not expecting my wife home this evening ─ she typically spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver.

I don't feel that I dare say anything more.

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More on JustHost and Sitelock

Following publication of yesterday's post, I eagerly ran toward and fully embraced depravity.

Is there no caring God? It is as if He has done naught but abet my fall over all of the years of my adult life.

My brother was tardy in arriving home last evening, so I was into my bed a mere couple or so minutes after 9:00 p.m., I believe. I sorely needed to escape awareness.

Then four hours later after a time check, I rose to get to work on the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.

Incidentally, I have twice before reported how I received both a phone call and then an E-mail from representatives of JustHost, the hosting company that I have one of my other six hosted websites at ─ the website is LatinImpressions.com.

The first call and E-mail arrived in April, and the second call and E-mail earlier this month of May ─ both times it was a different JustHost employee.

I never took the phone calls ─ messages were left on our landline answering machine.

The gist was that my website had a malware infection, and I was to get in touch with them to arrange cleaning ─ this was what the second representative suggested in that regard:

1. Prevent (recommended for proactive security): Fully automated scan and clean - advanced firewall included - cleans database and files(6 hour setup time, up to 24 hours for initial scan and removal for malware)
--- $179.88/yr per site, renews at $239.88/yr per site

2. Prevent Plus (recommended for infected sites): Constant scanning and malware removal - advanced firewall included - automated patching of site for most recent updates, and concierge service for advanced cleaning and response(6-12 hour time frame for the concierge clean)
--- $299.88/yr per site, renews at $359.88/yr per site

Option 1 is automated which has a 6 hour setup time, then once setup is complete, 24 hours for the initial scan and malware removal to complete. Option 2 has the concierge service which will be a manual clean on the website, this has a 6-12 hour time frame while security is setup which is our fastest response for malware removal.

Note that I am Canadian and those are U.S. dollars being quoted. I am already paying paying $24.99 a month Canadian (that's just cents shy of $300 a year!) just to keep my website online; and in the decade or more that it has been online, I have never made a cent from it in affiliate income.

I am a 70-year-old pensioner with no other income source ─ I cannot afford to keep on with that sort of outlay. Even if I agreed to the first cleansing option, these are the rates a currency conversion into Canadian dollars results in ─ without taking into account the monthly hosting fee I am already paying:

$247.25/yr per site, renews at $321.72/yr per site  

If I chose the second more expensive option:

$412.19/yr per site, renews at $494.66/yr per site

Can you imagine? The very cheapest option for the introductory year would put my outlay at $547.13 when my monthly hosting fees are added into the equation.

Just to have a solitary website that pays me nothing kept online for sentimentality's sake alone?

So I essentially E-mailed both employees back and told them to stuff it ─ I also said to just let me know, and I will quit paying the monthly hosting fee (I pay it month by month). I am fully prepared to kiss the website ─ a money pit ─ goodbye.

Neither person responded.

Then two days ago, I was left a phone call from yet a third dude ─ "Joe" (the first two employees were "Tyler" and then "Gilbert"). But he didn't bother E-mailing me so that I could give him the same response as I did the other two chaps.

Note who the security options I quoted above are with, though ─ this prefaced those two options:

We partner with Sitelock to have scanning and firewall security that includes malware removal that will be able to resolve this for you. There are 2 levels I would recommend for your website: ....

If you perform a Google search for "Sitelock malware scam", you will have lots to read!

I had previously researched this very matter when I first heard from JustHost a couple or so years ago about their partnership with Sitelock, so I only had to refresh myself ─ even if my website was pulling in some monthly income, I refuse to be swindled by false malware or virus claims. 

I see that it is already nearly 7:00 p.m. ─ I have to put this post to bed, for I want to do the same for myself by 9:00 p.m. or so. My brother went out this afternoon without his van ─ this indicates that he has some serious drinking in mind.

He would have gone and caught a bus, and will have to return in the same fashion. And that is unlikely to happen until into the latter evening ─ plenty of time for me to get myself to bed and avoid having to sit up late with him, for only I am able to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch episodes of some of the T.V. series we follow.

He will have to settle for basic cable programming, but that includes access to my youngest stepson's Netflix Canada account.

I will only add that it has been an entirely sunny day, and I benefitted from around 40 minutes of sunning out in the backyard this afternoon while attired in just a pair of gym shorts.

Oh gosh! I just discovered that Google Photos created a collage today from some photos that I have in a Google Photos album, and which were evidently taken exactly eight years ago ─ I must post the collage:

I was not present, but my wife was ─ it was an event called "Thai Night 2012" and held somewhere in Vancouver.

These are the original photos:

That is my wife at the far right in the bottom photo ─ she is also in the two photos immediately above it. The beautiful lass wearing the garland is Toy (also known as Kelly). The only other gal I can identify is in the middle photo ─ at the far right wearing the black top with large-mesh sleeves ─ I know her as Fanta.

I gotta go!

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Back to Some Sunning at Long Last

Yesterday morning when I joined my younger brother at 10:00 a.m. to put our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to use, I had in mind a movie for us. However, I could not find any working links through the various 'apps' that I tried that I have downloaded into our device.

So I tried a movie I was curious about for which I had seen icons or mini-posters as options whenever I would search for links to the T.V. series Banshee that my brother and I are involved in watching ─ we are into the first season, and of late usually watch an episode an evening.

That single episode an evening is by my choice ─ I don't like whipping through a series as in binge-watching.

The movie that I substituted with was 2013's Banshee Chapter.

It wasn't too bad, but we don't like hopeless endings. We prefer to have the lead character triumph over evil ─ not apparently be despatched horrifically in utter helplessness as seemed to be the heroine's fate at the conclusion of this film.

I have only now learned that the heroine was played by actress Katia Winter. The name is unfamiliar to me, but my brother and I watched every episode of Sleepy Hollow and (so far) DC's Legends of Tomorrow, so she ought to have been familiar to us. However, she was not; nor can I say that I can now recall her face in either of those two T.V. series, despite knowing that she figured rather largely in them.

I also watched a number of episodes of Dexter back when it was first broadcast, but that was so long ago that I am unsurprised that I cannot remember her from that series.

It was good to see Ted Levine have a fairly meaty role in the movie. He's another actor whose name was unfamiliar to me, but who was immediately recognizable. Wikipedia describes his character in this movie as being "Hunter Thompson-esque", and that was someone whom I quickly associated the character with soon after he was introduced.

I thought Ted did a very good job, by the way.

I still intend to try and watch the movie that was my first choice, but I will have to do so using a website. I've located a source for it, so tomorrow morning I'll use the Firefox 'app' downloaded into our Android TV Box to see if the movie will play without issue. If it does, I will report on it.

My wife arrived home last afternoon before I had a chance for a needed nap. Consequently, I resorted to lying upon my brother's bed after he left for the afternoon to go drinking somewhere. He had left his van here at home and bused.

She was to remain and spend the night.

When my brother was not back yet last evening and it was well after 9:00 p.m., I wanted to get to bed and avoid him rather than have to sit up with him in his questionable state while I operated our Android TV Box.

However, my wife was fussing in our bedroom and had her clothes all strewn about as she did some rearranging. At one point when she exited the room I thought to hastily get myself into bed before she returned and resumed her occupation, but she noticed me and called me out.

It was by then nigh 9:20 p.m., but she assessed that it was much too early for me to be going to bed. And so I had to admit that I was wanting to avoid my brother's company, fully expecting that he would be too drunk to be worth trying to watch any T.V. with.

I offered to use the floor here in the room where I keep my computer ─ a small room immediately next to our bedroom; but she must have felt an attack of conscience over denying me use of our bed.

As she pulled things off of our bed for my sake, I ventured that I would most likely get up again once my brother had gone to his bedroom for the night.

I was not far wrong, for I rose during the latter half of the midnight hour, and he had already retired for the night. Whatever sleep I had managed in those three or so hours was minimal, but I find that the mere act of laying in bed for such extended periods does bestow some modicum of revitalization.

I am able to put work into whatever post I have on the go at one of my six hosted websites, and I can generally remain up for four hours or even more with relative ease, but I prefer to try and get back to bed to try for further sleep.

My wife probably didn't get herself to bed until around 2:00 a.m.

I remained up until well past 4:00 a.m. ─ maybe even nearer 5:00 a.m.

Even so, my morning was to commence shortly after 8:30 a.m. I came here to my computer to kill time, and then at 10:00 a.m.'s approach I went downstairs to prepare my day's first hot caffeinated beverage and then joined my brother for some T.V. via our Android TV Box (he doesn't understand its operation, so that role belongs to me).

The morning was overcast enough, but the afternoon was to become cloud-free.

My poor wife was likely into some wine last night. She never rose until 2:00 p.m., and then had to hustle to ready herself for her long drive to work at her friend's Thai restaurant. She left here well before 3:00 p.m.

My brother had sought some bed rest toward 1:30 p.m., after which I speedily changed into cutoffs and went out into the backyard to benefit from that sunshine.

Beginning at 1:33 p.m., I was to spend just over 40 minutes slouched low into a deck- or lawn-chair with my bared feet on the ground, all the while facing directly into the glorious Sun.

My brother was to disturb my final five minutes by coming outside to do some weed-whacking, his bed rest evidently finished with.

After my wife left for work, and my brother had progressed to the front yard, I took this candid photo of him out there at 2:55 p.m.:

 
The young woman standing out in our cul-de-sac isn't really standing there overcome with fascination for my brother and his activity. Rather, she is a very attractive young mother whose daughter was practicing her cycling by doing rounds of the cul-de-sac. The girl just happened to be hidden by that bush at the mouth of our driveway, and the young mother was facing toward the girl ─ not my brother.

Soon after this, I went to my bedroom and sought a needed nap. When I rose from it, my brother had gone for the afternoon ─ with his van. He ought not to be as late this evening, so I will probably be watching some T.V. with him.

It is already after 6:00 p.m., and I have some exercising to do, so I am going to stop blogging and get this post published.

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Acquiring the Latest Versions of the Video Streaming 'Apps' Cyberflix and Nova TV

Another weekend wasted where getting out on any early a.m. walks has been concerned.

I explained about yesterday's failure in that day's post. Today was somewhat similar in some respects in that I found myself wanting to continue remaining in bed overnight anytime I found myself awake, for I always felt as if I would be able to easily enough lapse into a further small block of sleep.

Of course, I did not get to bed until after 11:30 p.m. last evening, I believe.

Even so, I did rise around 4:30 a.m., perhaps. But last evening I had already reserved my early morning time to adapting information in a 19-minute YouTube video to suit my own means, for it revolved around use of an Amazon Firestick whereas I use an Android TV Box.

It also involved use of the Downloader 'app' which I deemed entirely unnecessary for my needs.

What all of this involved was that I discovered a couple of days ago that the Cyberflix 'app' that I have downloaded into my T9 Android 8.1 TV Box no longer gathered any data ─ it would open up, but it was unable to display any T.V. series or (I assume, for I did not bother checking) movies.

All it would display on its screen was "No Data".

Basically, the 'app' had become an empty shell.

So I did some online researching and learned that there was a newer version of the 'app', but the old one could not be updated.

When I located the lengthy YouTube video last evening, I had no time to spend on the challenge that I knew it would provide, for my younger brother was newly home and it was going to entail an evening of T.V.-watching via the Android TV Box that only I have the expertise to operate.

And so it was that early this a.m., I got at that YouTube video that was uploaded just yesterday by user BudgetLife, and which was titled CYBERFLIX NO DATA FIX 🔥 Cyberflix No Links Available 2020 🔥 Cyberflix Not Working.

I followed the advice given on how to do the most thorough job of deleting everything related to the old Cyberflix 'app' in my device, and I decided to also download the FileLinked 'app' in order to access BudgetLife's account or 'store' where he has a wide array of different 'apps' that he has made available to visitors like myself.

He was offering a download for the latest version of Cyberflix.

While I was looking for that specific 'app', I noticed another one that I had just read about that I was planning to try and get a source for ─ an 'app' called Nova TV.

So I was able to 'kill two birds with one stone' ─ I didn't need to cast about anywhere else in an online search for it.

I think that I have a couple of 'app' installers already downloaded into my Android TV Box ─ I was not going to add the Downloader 'app'. I think that the main one I use is called APK Installer.

It proved perfectly adequate, naturally.

BudgetLife's video had detailed how to get a free Real-Debrid account so that his viewers would be able to access movie sources through Cyberflix that would not otherwise be offered, so I used my computer to get myself set up with an account.

Then when I opened up my Cyberflix 'app' in my Android TV Box, I made the tweaks BudgetLife suggested in Cyberflix's settings to best take advantage of the free Real-Debrid account I now had set up online.

I had no trouble at all using Cyberflix's settings to link in to my Real-Debrid account. I never needed to bother with an annoying reCAPTCHA ─ BudgetLife had warned that it might be insisted upon.

Although I did not attempt to play any movies at this time to see if I really do have a broader access to quality movie sources than I would otherwise have, I am confident that I followed the proper procedures.

This all consumed a considerable amount of time, as one might imagine. I also had to keep coming upstairs here to my computer to follow the YouTube video and of course set up my Real-Debrid account, and then go back downstairs to the T.V. to fuss about with my Android TV Box.

When I felt I was finished ─ time will of course reveal the truth to that ─ I then got to work adding further content into the new post that I am working on at one of my six hosted websites.

The morning was overcast.

Quite apart from the time I spent with all of the aforementioned, there was an additional factor that hindered me from undertaking that early long walk. Essentially, it was penury.

If I had gone anywhere, I would have wanted to do some grocery shopping. However, my chequing account only has something over $60 in it, and my monthly pension will not arrive until sometime this coming week.

I do have over $1,000 of my recently acquired income tax refund in a separate account, but I did not want to transfer over any of it to shop with ─ there are a couple of huge billings coming due for which that money will be vital in helping get covered.

And so without the motivation that grocery shopping would have instilled within me, I felt myself lacking the determination to embark on any long walk when I had that other business relating to my Android TV Box to immerse myself into.

I gave it the priority, along with the subsequent website post work that I felt I needed to get done.

Today's main scheduled home exercising involved a session out in the backyard toolshed, so around 8:30 a.m. I headed on out there to get it over with before my brother rose for the morning.

I was a little surprised to find that it was just beginning to spit some rain. After I was back into the house and seated here working on this post, I was able to hear some rain pattering on the carport roof just outside of my open upstairs window. The sound didn't last at all long, but I expect that this will be the sort of morning that is in store ─ I am typing these very words at 10:13 a.m.

I could use some more sleep. I had myself a mug of hot, black instant coffee much earlier after I first rose, but it isn't going to pose an obstacle where some slumber is concerned.

I will continue this post in the latter afternoon, I expect.

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As a result of what I felt to be my obligation to clean up the last remaining leftovers of my wife's cooking from late in the week, I heavily overate at my day's first meal. Until then, I had actually considered that it might yet be possible for me to get out in the latter afternoon or very early evening for a long walk.

The meal overcame me with uncomfortable lethargy. Even a mid-afternoon nap was not sufficient to remedy my state. But at least I resolved to get out into the backyard right after that nap and reclined low in a lawn- or deckchair while facing into the direction of the Sun whose rays were mainly weakened by cloud.

Although I was fully clothed but for my bared feet, it was 4:07 p.m. when I was settled into that chair and I spent at least a couple of minutes beyond a half hour seated out there. So apart from the exposure to the day, I ought to have therapeutically benefitted as well from earthing (or grounding), perhaps at the very least ridding my body of some inflammation.

Before taking my nap, I had returned to my Android TV Box and opened up the Nova TV 'app' to check it out. In so doing, I was offered an update. Apparently my version was something like 1.1.2, and the update was (I believe) version 1.1.8.

Well, agreeing to the update did nothing ─ and I attempted to have it commence a few times.

YouTube user BudgetLife apparently only had the older version on offer at his FileLinked account or 'store'.

Some research revealed that I could easily enough acquire the updated version elsewhere, but I would first have to uninstall the older version ─ which I did.

My Android TV Box has both a Firefox and a Chrome browser 'app', so I used the Firefox version and accessed the Web URL or address https://troypoint/nova ─ and that immediately set into motion the download of the latest version of a copy of the Nova TV APK.

All I needed to do was click the option to open it, and I was soon enough set up with the latest version.

I find that https://troypoint.com has been a valuable resource over the past two or three years in which we have been using an Android TV Box ─ I highly recommend the website.

Well, it is already after 6:00 p.m. and I would like to have a bath before I watch some evening T.V. That earlier meal is still so heavily within me that I have no hunger yet whatsoever; I may just snack later on in lieu of an actual supper of any degree.

Who knows? Maybe a bath will reinvigorate me such that ─ after a hot caffeinated beverage, and provided that my brother is not yet home from wherever it is that he went to drink this afternoon ─ I may yet find the stuff to get myself away on a walk.

But I muchly doubt it.

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Yet Another Nonfulfilled Saturday

I became so fed up with my besotted younger brother last evening that I abandoned him and betook myself to bed at 10:00 p.m. instead of trying out the premiere episode of a new T.V. series I wanted us to start watching.

I was sick of listening to his gutteral noises every time he exhaled whenever he was up from his chair and moving about. And he was not just wolfing down his cans of beer ─ he didn't seem able to stop eating.

The final straw took place after we had watched an episode each of two of the T.V. series we follow, and I was letting our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box locate sources (via the Cinema HD 'app') for that premiere episode of Banshee.

I had gone upstairs to use the bathroom after my brother had removed himself into the kitchen to begin preparing yet another meal ─ he had already eaten a supper earlier and subsequently been snacking.

I heard him open yet another can of beer, and then take out an assortment of nutritional supplements that he would wash down in piecemeal fashion with quaffs of beer.

Then when done, he began work on that meal's preparation ─ I could hear him slicing something. And the slicing sound went on and on. Meantime, there were those gutteral sounds or growls each time he exhaled, and I was becoming more and more irritated as I sat in the silent living room awaiting his return so that I could commence the episode.

Minutes seemed to be passing as he farted around in the kitchen, intermittently emitting those bloody annoying growls every time he exhaled.

It finally occurred to me that there was no reason for me to be sitting there wasting my evening babysitting him just because he is unable to operate the Android TV Box. If he was not home, I would already have gone to bed.

And so I switched the T.V. over to basic cable and without a word went on upstairs and was soon into my bed.

I had been extra sensitive all evening following his snarly remark that was like a flip-off when one of the links I had used for one of the previous episodes we had watched, had frozen the episode after about 10 minutes into the show.

As if he was my master, he had used a most sarcastically admonishing tone of singsong voice in the declaration, "This isn't acceptable!" And of course, he finished that statement with my name ─ in essence, addressing me unnecessarily directly as if this was a debacle and all my blundering fault.

And all the while, he in his drunken uselessness sat there as a helpless spectator, unable to operate the Android TV Box even when he's sober.

He only ever uses my name when he makes a snarky remark, and it riles me no damned end.

So the final kitchen episode where I sat idle and awaiting his leisure was more than I was willing to take. He was draining away actual minutes of the evening.

My upset endured after I was into bed, and adversely affected my ability to find sleep for some while.

But after some sleep did arrive, I was again awake and checked the time at 12:48 a.m.

I initially thought to try for one further bout of sleep, but then I decided that if my brother had gone to bed, I might as well rise then and get to work adding further content into the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites.

Upon opening my bedroom door after I dressed, I saw that he was long shut up into his bedroom and the living room dark and silent. Only one of my stepsons was still up ─ probably the youngest, the 22-year-old.

So I came here to my computer and was soon at work.

I think that it was after 4:00 a.m. by the time I returned to bed.

Over the course of this week, I had been hoping that I would be able to get away early this morning on a good, long walk. However, I was just too ill-slept to feel up to it.

Yet by 8:00 a.m. I was so awake again that not too very long thereafter I got up, and began work on a post at my private blog after going downstairs to fix myself a mug of hot instant black coffee.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom until maybe 9:00 a.m. His sober persona is someone quite different from the odious drunkard he transitions into with drink, and is seemingly always oblivious of his alternate self's misdoings.

I despise the drunkard. I hate that he keeps making an appearance here.

There had been a little very light rain overnight, and the day was mainly overcast. But that was not why I never got away on any walk. I simply never felt like it. I need to steel myself to face the public, and that requires me being well rested.

I was not. I seldom feel as if I have gotten adequate sleep for very long.

I believe that it might have been last Monday afternoon that I had intended to fill out the final copy of my brother's income tax return for which I had worked out the draft copy on Sunday.

When I went downstairs to complete the final copy, the draft was gone. My brother had apparently removed it and probably taken it with him to perhaps show to someone when he left for the afternoon.

The tax return was back the following day, but since that time I have never felt able to confront the work ─ my bad eyes have always been too weary for the task.

Well, early this afternoon my brother got to work on the final copy himself, re-calculating everything.

He claimed that I had made a math error at the conclusion, thereby ripping him off for 1¢. In other words, instead of the figure of whatever change he owed beyond the $458 figure, he actually owed a cent less than I had determined.

The poor guy probably spent well over an hour on that final copy, even though he was only copying after recalculating the figures I had already written out on the draft return. But at least he would have come to an appreciation of what I must have gone through in initially doing the original work.

When he was done, his own eyes needed bed rest, after which he left for the afternoon and will be again drinking somewhere despite all of the bars being closed ─ as far as I know. His usual haunt is due to re-open on a trial basis beginning June 1 if COVID-19 does not by then result in a new wave of infections.

While he was enjoying his bed rest, I had occasion to enjoy a discussion with my youngest stepson whom I was surprised to learn has been undertaking runs of late of approximately 13 kilometres. He apparently begins from here and then follows some complex route that I was unable to mentally track as he described it to me.

He's been running three times a week, and usually starts in the late afternoon or early evening.

I neglected to ask him if he's been doing this on his own, or if he has a running partner.

His older brother ─ a brawny 25-year-old ─ prefers gym workouts. Evidently a gym maybe 2½ miles from here has re-opened, so he's been using it. However, he will return to his usual gym once it re-opens ─ it's a mere four blocks from us.

I had myself a nap around 3:00 p.m., but despite getting to sleep, I was awake and got up barely over an hour later. And no ─ I did not feel at all refreshed. I still feel inadequately-slept, and my vision is somewhat blurred. My vision is in fact so poor now that I have to don non-prescription reading glasses just to take in newspaper photographs ─ let alone try to read small headlines!

I cannot live in this fashion for too much longer. I am seriously declining far too apace.

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Some Thoughts on T.V.'s Animal Kingdom

Last evening my younger brother and I watched the final episode of season four of Animal Kingdom ─ the series had become our current favourite, with Game of Thrones coming in second.

We like the three Cody brothers ─ they all have some very good qualities. But I don't think either of us was sorry to see the end of Ellen Barkin's Smurf character in the previous episode. I don't care how much the producers try to garner our sympathies for Smurf by constantly flashbacking to when she was a young woman trying to prove what a standout gangster she was ─ she became vile and an absolutely wretched mother.

I despise how she pitted her sons and grandson against one another; and the idea that she actually had her 'foster' son Baz murdered is unfathomable and unforgivable. It was her own fault that he finally turned against her ─ and only her, for he loved his three step-brothers or whatever the actual relationship was, and he seemed willing to accept that her grandson "J" was probably his son through his involvement with J's mother (Baz's foster sister).

I don't like J ─ he's scheming and selfish. I especially despised him for murdering Smurf's woman lawyer to try and take the spotlight off himself and place it onto her for a huge embezzlement J had enacted of Smurf's holdings while he was her business affairs custodian during her time in prison.

That was unforgivably cold-blooded. The lawyer was innocent of wrong-doing. For him to have taken her out to sea and then thrown her overboard after causing her a great wound to her leg ─ it was horrific.

But at least the prick killed Mia, the untrustworthy, conniving tramp who had been the actual assassin assigned to murder poor Baz the night he and his girlfriend were about to drive to Mexico to live. Mia and another woman later also killed Baz's girlfriend after she had returned to Mexico ─ again, a murder commissioned by Smurf.

My brother actually tries to defend J to me ─ to no avail.

But at least he and I are in strong accord on being very happy that all three of the Cody brothers are still alive at the end of the fourth season.

What we would like to see is for Pope to somehow reconcile with his three cousins, even though Smurf murdered their father in front of them in the same episode in which she was deservedly killed, and even though the Cody brothers and J stole the other family's cache of gold.

Those other three brothers are also virtually 'Codys', are they not? They are to Pope, anyway.

None of the families knew that the other family existed ─ only Smurf knew. It all only came to light when Smurf had Pope go with her to the other family's 'prepper' retreat and the relationship all came into the open. Smurf ─ dying of cancer ─ wanted to be killed in a shoot-out with the sons of the man she killed, and she wanted Pope to be killed along with her.

She definitely had to go.

I detested her in that final scene where she was threatening her sons with a gun, screaming and cursing them out and declaring that she was going to end Pope right there if he did not shoot and kill her ─ J did her the favour, for his uncles just could not. 

So the three 'prepper' brothers are Pope's first cousins, although not cousins to his two brothers (the Cody brothers all had different fathers).

What I do not understand at all is where their surname Cody derives? Is it Smurf's maiden name?

Or did she and Colin ─ Pope's father ─ perhaps marry, and it is his family name? If so, then his brother Jed would also be a Cody, as would Jed's three sons.

The Smurf Codys make so much of the fact that nothing else in life matters but family. What, then, of those other three brothers if they are also Codys?

Why is it so damned hard to find out the origin of Smurf's Cody surname in this series? It had to have come from somewhere, didn't it?

Incidentally, Smurf's lawyer that J murdered was played by actress Laura San Giacomo. To his credit, my brother actually pointed out that she was familiar from some old T.V. series when she was so much younger ─ until then, I had not at all recognized her as being known to me.

So I researched and found out that it was the T.V. series Just Shoot Me! that we knew her from. Her father in that series was played by actor George Segal ─ he is so much older now, but is currently very familiar to fans of the T.V. series The Goldbergs as the grandfather figure, "Pops".  

Anyway, my brother and I are rather hoping that with Smurf dead, somehow Jed's three sons and the Codys will all accept one another as family. Of course, something will have to be done about the stolen gold that the Codys have. A saving grace there is that they had no idea that they were actually stealing it from "family". Maybe Jed's sons can come to understand that.

Also, I like the Angela character as played by Emily Deschanel. I am hoping that she truly does care for Pope, and that the Codys have all accepted her into the family as seems to be evidenced by the final scene in the finale episode of season four.

When Angela was first introduced, I had a little trouble believing that it was Emily Deschanel from the T.V. series Bones ─ the actress played the titular character 'Bones'. Even my brother ─ who was more of a fan of Bones than was I ─ was unsure if it was her. I had to make the suggestion before he clued in that it might be her.

I grew to lose all interest in Bones because of how unrealistic it became when Emily piled on the flab on her hips ─ 'saddlebags' ─ and looked like she was always wearing the type of pants that flare out alongside the thighs that are known as jodhpurs. (Providing that the link remains valid, you can see the style of pants I mean on this RCMP officer.)

Whatever sex appeal she ever had in the series vanished as far as I was concerned, and it made no sense to me that she had a 'leading lady' role.

But she's looking darned good in Animal Kingdom. The saddlebags are definitely gone.

Anyway, in some ways my brother and I most like Shawn Hatosy's character Pope best of the Codys, but Ben Robson as Craig and Jake Weary as Deran are both doing superb jobs of acting.

As I said, we hope none of the brothers gets killed off in season five.

Okay, enough about T.V.

My wife came home last evening after working at her friend's Thai restaurant, and returned to work this morning, leaving just after 11:00 a.m.

I am not expecting her home again until at least sometime on Sunday, and possibly not until Monday. She tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver (such is my feeble marriage).

I found myself pleased early this a.m. after I rose and was putting content into the new post I have in development at one of my six hosted websites. I had risen around 2:00 a.m., I suppose; and as I always do, I sought not to disturb my wife as I got up.

After maybe an hour, she rose to use the bathroom, and noticed that the light was on where I was seated here at my computer in the small room next to our bedroom.

I think that she must have assumed that she had left the light on, for she expressed wordless surprise when she attained the open doorway and saw me here, and then explained that she did not even realize that I was not still in bed.

That made me feel good.

The day has been mainly cloudy. And there really is nothing more to report.

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SWIFT Codes, Home Exercising, and Laser Printers

I had no time to post here yesterday.

My younger brother had left in the afternoon that day ─ as he usually does ─ to end up 'socializing' somewhere. However, he left without his van ─ this meant that he had some fairly serious drinking to become involved in.

It also meant that he was busing, and thus unlikely to make it back home until into the latter evening. And so it was.

I was into my bed shortly before 9:30 p.m. if I recall correctly, but sleep perversely resisted calling upon me.

An hour later, I became aware that my wife had entered the bedroom for something ─ probably her house coat. She was now home after her hours of working at her friend's Thai restaurant.

Then an hour after that, she entered the bedroom again, and still I was not asleep. However, my thoughts were by then irrational or involuntary ─ in other words, dreamlike. I was hovering between the conscious and the unconscious.

I must have soon fallen into true sleep, for I never checked the time again until it was a minute or two after 1:00 a.m., and by then I was unsure if I was alone in bed any longer.

I rose because I wanted to put some work into the new post that I have begun at one of my six hosted websites, and I fully anticipated that my brother was by that time abed for the night.

I was wrong. He was still downstairs. Defeated, I returned to my bed and covered myself as I now was ─ fully clothed, but for bare feet.

Fortunately, though, my brother was soon to call it a night, and by 1:18 a.m. had repaired to his bedroom. I was free to rise and come here to my computer to begin work.

My wife was downstairs in her sons' den area, but she anon came upstairs to get herself to bed, discovering me here at work ─ I keep my computer in a small room next to our bedroom.

Surprised and pleased, she enlisted me to try and locate the SWIFT number for The Siam Commercial Bank Public Company Limited ─ her family deals with an Udon Thani branch. My wife wanted to transfer some money to there using a different Canadian bank than the one she has previously used ─ and which has all of the transfer details on file.

We never have to figure out the banking transfer details whenever we use the usual Canadian bank, but information such as the SWIFT code is no longer visible to us.

I think that we both recalled that the SWIFT code we needed was not for the Udon Thani branch where her family deals, but rather for the main institution in Bangkok.

However, when we went online and began setting up the preliminary work for a transfer at the new Canadian bank, when we introduced the destination recipient bank name, we were presented with two SWIFT codes for the bank in Bangkok.

I noticed that one of the two banks was somewhat specialized ─ I do not now recall exactly, but it was identified as being something like "Treasury Services Department" and had a SWIFT code SICOTHBKTSD. Its address was at Rutchadapisek Road in the Chatuchak District of Bangkok.

The other Bangkok bank's SWIFT code was SICOTHBKXXX, Building 2, Rutchadapisek Road, also in Chatuchak District.

But those three Xs completing the second bank's SWIFT code balked my wife. She was convinced that they were signifying that the Xs were simply there in lieu of three numerals that were not being supplied, and we needed to find the three that applied to the Udon Thani branch.

She looked dreadfully tired and needed to go to bed, so she said we could follow up later today.

I was able to find out that the three XXXs are quite correct ─ they are used whenever the specific bank 'branch' is actually the bank headquarters, and apply worldwide for banks. I found that explained at TheSwiftCodes.com here.

I have since expressed as much to my wife, but she was evasive and even disinterested in talking about it, and I have no idea where her planned transfer stands. I will say no more until she deigns to broach the topic with me again.

On a slightly related note, just today she discovered that $150 she last week put towards a larger debt with her cellphone carrier never got acknowledged, and they are still hounding her. She and her youngest son got in touch with the carrier, and it was eventually concluded that perhaps the money was inadvertently directed elsewhere ─ my wife had made the payment through a bank.

On a whim, she suggested I check my account online with the same carrier. I did so, and I discovered that my balance with them is -$150.

In other words, I seem to have a credit. Normally, my monthly bill is something like $50.40 and I pay it off ─ I don't forget or ignore the payments like my wife tends to do. If I had skipped paying my cellphone bill for three months to rack up a figure like that, I would have heard about it long before now!

And so again, I have no idea what is now afoot between my wife and the cellphone carrier or her bank. I have again been dismissed of any involvement.

Speaking of her youngest son, yesterday I noticed him exercising out in the backyard just after 6:15 p.m. and I took the following two-minute video clip ─ unbeknownst to him:

The lad is 22 years old.

His older 25-year-old brother is very brawny ─ a 'gym rat'. I expect that's where the younger lad's inspiration lies, for of late he has been exercising quite a lot here at home.

Of course, gyms have been shut down for weeks now due to COVID-19, so even the elder lad does what he can here at home to maintain his muscularity ─ all the more visual evidence to keep the younger lad motivated.

By the way, my older maternal half-sister Phyllis came by this morning around 10:30 a.m. to drop off a spare laser printer she possesses ─ I had recently mentioned to her that the printer in the Epson WorkForce All-in-One that we have owned for a decade or so is damaged and has not worked in possibly over two years.

Well, she determined that I could have her backup printer to use, and was practically insistent. She texted me last evening that she would be by this morning with it.

And so she was.

I was expecting that it would be quite small, but the darned thing is easily as large as our Epson WorkFroce All-in-One ─ actually, I think that it's larger.

I never realized that laser printers could pose health risks ─ check this section in Wikipedia's article on laser printing: Safety hazards, health risks, and precautions.

As a result of seeing that, I am not going to keep it here with me in this tiny room. I will in fact only bring it here and attach it to my computer whenever I might want to print something.

Phyllis never even came into the house ─ she was in a rush to visit a pharmacy, and said that she was expecting some company back where she lives. She lives quite a drive from us.

My wife had not seen Phyllis is quite a few years, so she came rushing outside when she realized who I was out there talking to. It was cute.

Hey, it's already after 7:00 p.m. ─ I must bring this post to a close and get it published before my brother is back home for an evening of T.V.-watching. I have to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.

My wife left in a rush on her drive to work around 3:20 p.m., by which time my brother had already taken off for the afternoon and is undoubtedly doing some drinking.

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Bills and Debt

My wife's presence last evening prevented me from getting to bed relatively earlier than I was to, for my younger brother was not home until around 9:00 p.m. from wherever it was that he had gone drinking.

I had been watching news channels on T.V. for an hour or more prior to that, and my wife had also come into the living room to watch some of the news while she enjoyed a meal and a hot drink of some sort. She would get up from the coffee table and leave betimes, but she always left her plate and / or her drink tumbler there as if to display her intention to return ─ which she would do.

As well, she had the bedding pulled off our bed, and might have been laundering some of it.

Consequently, even if our bed was available for me to seek out for an early bedtime, I always felt an obligation to not leave the living room and go off and abandon her ─ even if she was not actually there, but with her plate and / or tumbler indicating that she intended to return.

If she had instead been eating in her two sons' den area, then I would have gone to bed had its blankets been available. But they were of course not.

And so it was that I had resigned myself to having to sit up later than I wanted when ─ through the living room window ─ I saw my brother arriving home. I was going to have to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch an episode each of three of the T.V. series that he and I follow.

My wife made herself scarce after my brother's homecoming, but it was too late for me.

When finally I took leave of my brother just after 11:00 p.m., my wife was busy in the kitchen and had her back to me. I considered letting her know of my intention to retire, but at the last second I decided not to and I simply went on upstairs and was soon to bed.

In her fashion, my wife seems to sleep as poorly as do I. Whenever I find myself awake, it is often the case that she also seems to be stirring restlessly.

It may have been just after 3:00 a.m. that she rose to use the bathroom. I was already planning to get up for awhile to begin preparing the groundwork for a new post at one of my six hosted websites, so I took the opportunity to rise and begin dressing.

When she returned into the bedroom, she questioningly observed if I was getting up, and I confirmed that I was ─ for a few hours.

This preparatory work for a new website post is rarely accomplished in a single day, and that has been the case with this post. I was to put more work into it in the early afternoon, and I still am not set to begin adding content ─ I am still researching and amassing the references that I will be supplying.

It was well after 6:00 a.m. when I returned to bed this morning, and my poor wife was awake and just about to get up again to use the bathroom, complaining piteously that she had not been able to sleep.

I find it quite heartbreaking. At least I am retired ─ she still works, albeit at her close friend's Thai restaurant.

The day was overcast, and I concluded (wrongly) that perhaps it would remain so throughout.

It is always difficult for me to fall asleep, but I eventually did this morning. However, toward 10:00 a.m. I was awake and opting to rise for the morning.

I expected to find my brother already up and watching T.V., but even though his bedroom door was open, the T.V. was not operating downstairs.  

When I went downstairs to fix up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage, it was apparent that he was not in the house.

I was to later find out that he had gone to get a haircut ─ he was back home by 10:40 a.m. or so. And from that point, I again put our Android TV Box into operation and we watched an episode each of two of the series we follow, as well as an episode of a comedy.

This took us late into the noon hour, and by then he was set to return to his bedroom for some bed rest before driving off for the afternoon to 'socialize' with some of his drinking crowd, as is his wont.

My wife had risen just after 11:00 a.m., and soon left us to do some grocery shopping.

She was not back as yet when my brother returned to his bedroom, so I gathered together a meal from some of her cooking of yesterday, and I then had it eaten ere at last she did return. By this time I would have otherwise sought a nap of my own, but I deferred it and put some further preparatory work into that website post.

Then barely after 3:00 p.m., my wife announced that she was leaving for her drive to work. My brother was long gone by this time, so I had my opportunity to finally get the nap I quite badly needed.

By that point in the afternoon, the day seemed to be almost perfectly sunny. I could have sunned, but I was just too tired. I needed that nap. After all, I still had some exercising to do later in the afternoon or early evening, and there was this blog post ─ without a restorative nap, I would not have it in me to tackle either task.

If I lived somewhere far from here where I had no nearby neighbours, and miles and miles of solitude in which to walk, I would have an entirely different routine. Any napping would be displaced by my delight in getting outdoors to benefit from the day.

I have no such environs. And since I do not drive, I cannot even transport myself to somewhere in which I could enjoy outdoor activity in privacy and serenity. All I have hereabouts is stress ─ there is nothing around me but overdevelopment and overpopulation.

I am presently unsettled because I have not yet alerted my wife and stepsons to the fact that our new monthly mortgage due date is a day earlier than it used to be ─ it is now on the 21st. As well, because I acceded to having the new mortgage agreement tie in with the associated line of credit that my wife foolishly exhausted last year when she was in the throes of a gambling addiction, the due mortgage is $200 more than it used to be.

At present, the chequing account that the mortgage payment will be debited from is almost $600 too insufficient to meet the required payment. I should have brought up the topic while my wife was home, but I neglected to ─ and now I realize that she likely will not be back until at least late tomorrow, if not even sometime on Thursday (such is my shabby marriage).

I will definitely be alerting my eldest stepson to this financial plight ─ it is a monthly worry he is well familiar with. But as I said, no one but me as yet realizes that the mortgage due date is no longer the 22nd.

I have my tax refund of $1,500 in a separate account, but I don't intend to waste it by covering the full mortgage shortfall. At best, I will supply $200 toward the needed $600 shortfall.

I will be receiving my monthly pension sometime next week, but our annual home insurance is due June 14, and I believe that it tops $1,400. There again, I am not going to expend my tax refund in its entirety ─ my wife and stepsons are going to have to really step up, for not only will we have another mortgage payment later in June, but our annual property taxes will be due in earliest July.

That final nightmare has yet to be mailed to us, but it's going to be well over $2,000.

All I seem to have are grief and worry and regret ─ there is never any true relief from it.

It is already after 6:30 p.m. ─ I must get at my exercise session now, for my brother could be showing up from this point on. However, at least my wife will not be home to hinder my early retirement should he prove to be as tardy at showing up as he was last evening.

If he is not here before 8:00 p.m., I will evade him and get to bed as soon as I realize that he has come home.

What a pathetically sorry existence I lead as a 70-year-old with an ever shrinking future.

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