I was watching an episode of Parenthood last evening when I noticed my younger brother arriving home around 8:27 p.m. Had he not shown up by 8:30 p.m., I would have had the T.V. turned off at the sight of him and betaken myself to bed.
He was drunker than I cared; and early into the first episode of one of our shows that I tuned in via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box, he started snoring. But the instant I turned down the volume as a prelude to killing the episode and switching the T.V. over to its basic cable package, he roused and I was thereafter stuck sitting up with him until 11:30 p.m. when I gave my notice and went on upstairs to my bed.
He hasn't the understanding to operate the Android TV Box on his own, so he relies upon me to perform that task. I don't mind at all; what I hate is wasting my time with a drunkard whose beer-drenched brain cannot comprehend what is unfolding within the episode, and he has to spoil matters for me with banal inconsequential blather that I do my best not to respond to for fear of encouraging yet more of the same.
Parenthood is a series that I watch entirely for my own enjoyment. I am still into the first season of the series, and I probably don't even watch an episode any more often than every two or three weeks.
When I watched the previous episode (#11 titled "Solace"), I for the first time recognized that one of the teens in the cast is also a main supporting character in the T.V. series 13 Reasons Why that I am also currently watching ─ in this instance, I watch the series with my brother.
The actor is Miles Heizer, and in the latter more recent series he plays character "Alex" who was blond in the first season, but who had natural brown hair in the second season after Alex was undergoing recovery following a suicide attempt that involved shooting himself in the head.
When I first began watching the series Parenthood, it took me an episode or two before I figured out where I knew the actress from who was portraying another of the teens in the series ─ this time, the actress was Mae Whitman.
Mae of course is one of the three main heroines of the T.V. series Good Girls, where she is somewhat more mature and has a teen daughter of her own. This is another T.V. series that I watch for myself when my brother is not home.
I love discovering familiar faces like this.
It happened again within the past week toward the end of the third season of Ripper Street ─ a series I watch with my brother.
A week or two earlier in that series, I finally had to research to find out where the heck I knew the actor from who plays character detective Bennet Drake ─ that is, actor Jerome Flynn. When I saw the actor's name identified with Game of Thrones, it was like a wave of enlightenment washed over me.
It was with some delight that I got to quiz my brother afterwards on this, for he also watches both series. He also had no idea why the actor in Ripper Street seemed so familiar.
Well, an identical experience was in store for me and then him when I finally had to learn why on Earth the character Police Constable Bobby Grace seemed to damned familiar in that third season of Ripper Street ─ neither my brother nor I could place him.
To my surprise and immediate identification, I found out that actor Josh O'Connor played the eldest son of The Durrells ─ he was Lawrence, the aspiring writer. This warm family fare was another T.V. series both my brother and I followed.
He probably would like Parenthood, but I get sick of him bitching about Hallmark-style T.V. series, and so I got into it on my own.
However, enough about T.V.
My plan for the morning was a six-mile round trip hike to do some grocery shopping (Google map) at a different Real Canadian Superstore outlet than I visited early yesterday morning.
Yesterday's trip had been a bust because I was unable to find the two litres of heavy whipping cream in stock that I expressly had gone there for.
I never rose this a.m. until nearly 4:30 a.m., and I felt like I had a touch of a hangover even though I drank nothing last evening. But at 6:00 a.m., I did begin my journey to seek to arrive at the store around the time of its 7:00 a.m. opening.
I don't drive.
The sky was overcast, but there was no trace of rain. The pavement was dry.
Damned if the same thing didn't happen ─ no whipping cream! The shelf that was supposed to display it was crammed with useless 2% milk.
I did some other relatively unnecessary shopping, and then trudged for home in quite a foul mood.
Hereafter, I am not going to put myself out like this. I will buy the cream locally, even though I'll have to pay far, far more for it than I would have per litre whenever I buy two of them at Real Canadian Superstore.
I never returned to bed until something like 9:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother was already into his coffee downstairs.
When I had a nap and rose well over an hour later, I was somewhat surprised to discover that my brother was already shut up in his bedroom seeking further bed rest to restore him for his afternoon away.
When I later enquired of him why he was leaving so early ─ which he was doing just ahead of noon ─ he cited his expected involvement in the family birthday celebration of his girlfriend Bev.
This was something he had droned on about last evening when I was trying to watch T.V., so I had essentially forgotten about it.
Anyway, after he was gone, I had my day's first meal, and then was soon back in bed for another short nap. I rose to find that it was unexpectedly sunny outside.
I have some exercising that I want to get at soon, so I wish to bring this post to a close. Nevertheless, I wish to report that after publishing yesterday's post, I telephoned my old friend Bill's ladyfriend Sandy to learn any news concerning him.
He is in a full-time care facility over on Vancouver Island, and mostly bed-ridden. She is familiar enough to staff that she keeps tabs on him and can even phone him ─ he requires assistance, and cannot place his own calls.
I've known Bill since possibly as far back as 1962, but because he foolishly moved over to Vancouver Island fairly late in the 1990s, we have not seen one another since. And because he is now 74 years old, I do not expect to ever see nor likely even talk with him again.
As I said before, I do not drive; and on my limited monthly pension income, I cannot afford to put in a stay over on the Island in order to pay him a visit.
He should not have moved to there, but he did.
I think that's enough said for today.
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