I was into my bed at 9:17 p.m. just as someone else was arriving home ─ until then, I had been home alone.
I was soon to hear my eldest stepson's voice; and not too much later, my brother's.
But sleep would not come. I also felt uncomfortably warm in bed.
Eventually I realized that my wife was home, for she came into the bedroom for a couple or so minutes (I was wearing earplugs and a banada blindfold). When she exited the bedroom, I peeked at the time ─ it was about an hour and 10 minutes after I had retired.
I was to check the time again about two hours after my bedtime. By this juncture, being abed had become a trial.
Time wore on, and still sleep was a stranger. There came a point when I realized that every second or third breath of mine sounded gargled. When this realization set in, I knew that I must have been semi-unconscious. And so I peeked at the time: 12:24 a.m. ─ over three hours since I had gone to bed.
I correctly assessed that my brother would have most likely retired by now, so I got myself up and dressed, intending to get to work adding content to the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites. However, upon exiting my bedroom, I saw that the door to the small room where I keep my computer was drawn closed, and the light on ─ my wife was occupying that space.
I went downstairs; my wife must have heard that I was up, for she then vacated my computer room and went into the bathroom, and my computer was free for me to use.
When my wife finished in the bathroom, she went directly into our bedroom and shut the door. We had not spoken a word to one another.
Despite my lack of sleep, I felt peculiarly refreshed. It occurred to me that if I was not obligated to work on my website, I could have handled heading away for a good long walk.
But alas, I am indentured to my six hosted websites, and this servitude denies me that freedom.
And so I worked at adding content to the website post until I had finally achieved the targetted quota for this sitting. This may have taken me to 3:00 a.m. or later.
However, did I then return to bed?
Nay.
Instead, I embraced my addiction and sat here in dissolution until my villainy was complete, by which time the night was beginning to fade into the dawning of day.
In all that while, my wife had twice risen to use the bathroom.
I suppose that it was around 5:30 a.m. when I was back into bed, defeat pervading my being.
Thereafter, some sleep would come and go; and then ere yet 9:00 a.m., I became aware that my wife had risen for the morn. I was as yet unsure of the time, though, because it took me several minutes before my blurry vision was able to clear enough so that I could make out what the clock-radio display read.
As I waited for my vision to clear enough to be able to read the time, I pondered my fate if I was to find myself sentenced to spend the rest of my days with eyesight that poor.
Upon finally being able to discern the clock-radio display, I then rose; and upon dressing and exiting the bedroom, I saw my wife below in the living room sorting her newly washed laundry.
I left her there and came here to my computer to spend time. At least one of her two sons was also up, so she had some society.
I did not spend long here at my computer, for well ahead of 9:30 a.m. I had gone out into the backyard to test the sunny morn. My wife addressed me just before I set foot out onto the backyard sundeck, and she seemed to be in quite a good mood.
Yesterday had been every bit as sunny as was today, but I had found a breeze so unpleasantly chill yesterday afternoon after 3:00 p.m. that I was unable to do any sunning ─ I had gone outside in cutoffs and a tank top for that purpose.
But this morning, it was profoundly warm.
I spent maybe 15 minutes minimally seated low into a lawn- or deckchair, my bared feet on the ground.
Then I went to the backyard toolshed to test myself with a couple of sets of chin-ups and pull-ups, expecting a likely poor showing due to my overnight abuse.
To my delighted surprise, I performed well.
My wife had come outside to fuss about in the bit of garden alongside part of the house; and she was also setting out some wet laundry to dry on the sundeck. She was pleasantly talkative, I was happy to find.
My brother was not to show himself until well after 10:00 a.m., by which time I had already turned on the T.V. because I had in mind a movie for us to watch ─ the 2015 Saoirse Ronan feature Stockholm, Pennsylvania.
I used our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to find a source that proved to be flawless.
As soon as my brother recognized Saoirse, he immediately groused, declaring that she doesn't seem to act in any very good movies.
Then about 20 minutes into the movie, he further groused, "Does this get any better?"
I annoyedly responded softly, "I haven't watched it yet."
He rose a few times to do one thing or another, for Friday is his usual laundry day, and was steadily missing segments of the film.
Then after the movie was approximately an hour old, he just got up and disappeared for a half hour, returning just in time to see the Saoise Ronan character tying together strips of clothing to make a 'rope' by which she could escape her upstairs bedroom and run away from her mother who had become as much a captor as had been the man who had 'owned' her for 17 years before she was finally liberated by the police.
I have to admit that I struggled with how the plot had developed.
The mother had become irrationally possessive of her 23-year-old daughter who had been kidnapped as a four-year-old and raised by a man the girl came to believe was her father and her entire world, for she never knew anyone else.
She had forgotten everyone in her young girl life before being abducted.
The mother grew worse and worse as the movie unfolded, finally throwing her husband out of the house, and then locking up her daughter in her own bedroom and trying to imprint herself upon the young woman in the same way that her abductor had done to the girl over a period of 17 years.
But things made no sense.
When a woman psychologist or psychiatrist came by the house to visit the Saoirse character because the mother had stopped taking her daughter to the daughter's sessions, the mind doctor eventually leaves without seeing her patient because the mother keeps insisting that the girl is sick with a bad flu and bronchitis, and was at that point enjoying some essential sleep.
It was clear that the doctor only saw red flags, but she ultimately leaves and nothing more came of it ─ she accepted the mother's promise that her daughter would keep the next appointment.
Just previous to this, the father had come to the house one late evening for some of this belongings, and found the house in darkness and the door locked on the inside with a security chain lock. When his fuss brought his wife to the door, she refused him entry, and got him the clothes or whatever it was that he wanted.
Yet despite her bizarreness that extended even to being suspicious of anybody at all who came to the door, her husband never pressed the issue.
A tutor that had been commissioned for the daughter had even come by to start her lessons; but after conversing through the ajar door with its chain lock, and even producing his I.D. for the mother to suspiciously examine, she then just shut the door without a word and that was that.
The guy had no idea what was happening. She never even bothered to tell him to go and screw himself. Yet apparently he never reported the situation.
As far as he, the husband, and the doctor should have been concerned, the mother might have killed her daughter and that was why she was keeping the young woman from being seen by anyone.
So finally, the Saoirse character escapes with her makeshift rope, and we eventually see her with her small duffel or tote bag seated in a park watching some children play. She rehearses some things she had been told, including how it was that she had become so devoted to the man whom she had always viewed as her father.
It seemed like she was pondering her own need to have that level of closeness with someone. And as that notion washes over her, she focusses her attention to a little girl not too far off.
And so the movie ends.
Several things not already inferred in my accounting immediately bothered me.
First off, Saoirse looked to be a rather sturdy 23-year-old woman. A few times from the back, she looked like she had been doing some weight training ─ she seemed broad of back and sturdy. Yet her mother when seen from the back looked distinctly frail ─ her skeletal structure appeared to me to be infirm, and she was definitely scrawny.
Saoirse could have creamed the lighter and physically feeble woman. So why did Saoirse's character comply with her mother's covetousness when Saorise's character only saw the mother as a stranger? She could have tossed the woman aside and went about her own way freely.
Nevertheless, she does finally run away. But to where? She has no money. She never went to school. She has no social skills, and comes off as extremely odd with everyone she meets.
What the blazes is she supposed to be doing after that final scene in the park, even if she doesn't have designs on kidnapping a little girl for her own?
There is nowhere for her.
The movie did not definably end. We know nothing of what was to come.
I hate that movie-making ploy that seems all too commonplace. Viewers want an obvious conclusion, and this movie had absolutely none.
I would not recommend anyone bother watching it for that reason.
But enough of that.
At its conclusion, I had no intention of watching anything further with my brother ─ I wanted to benefit from the sunshine.
And so I left him with basic cable, and I went out into the backyard while wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top.
Removing that latter, I lounged into the aforementioned chair at 12:33 p.m., and spent just over 40 minutes in that position, facing directly into the Sun.
When I came back into the house, my brother had already shut himself up in his bedroom to get some further rest ere driving off in the afternoon to ─ I hope ─ enjoy some time somewhere in the Sun himself before hooking up with anyone.
I had not yet eaten aught, so my wife directed me to some of her cooking.
I managed to take three candid photos of her today that I shall now post.
The first I took at 11:13 a.m. while she was in the front yard doing some gardening:
Then in the afternoon after my brother had gone, my wife was herself leaving to drive off to the Thai restaurant where she works ─ I took these two photos at 2:55 p.m. as she had left the house and was reaching her car, intent on putting some things into its trunk or boot:
She will now be gone for the weekend, for she tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver ─ such is my sorry marriage. But at least I won't have her intruding into the bedroom tonight when I am seeking sleep.
Upon her departure this afternoon for work, I did not waste time in seeking a needed nap.
Right now it is after 6:30 p.m., and I still have some exercising that I want to do, so I will conclude this post and get at it. I have no sure idea when my brother will be back home, but I expect that it will be early this evening, thereby forcing me to sit up a little later than I otherwise would, watching T.V. with him.
No matter ─ I hope to make it to bed ahead of 11:00 p.m. regardless.
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