I have no idea what I can do to rid myself of the grip that a specific debauchery has upon me. I need a change of life circumstances, but God refuses to provide the financial means, and I have grown too ineffectual to orchestrate it on my own.
My younger brother was not to come home last evening, evidently spending the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev.
This allowed me at 9 p.m. to tune in an unusually touching episode of GLOW (via our Android TV Box) that I enjoyed while I savoured a can of beer.
The sixth episode in season six was titled "Outward Bound", and it made me realize that I have grown to care very much about the entire team of female wrestlers ─ pretty much one and all.
I thought I caught an error near the end when the character Jenny "Fortune Cookie" Chey revealed to the group how it was that she, her father, and her uncle came to America ─ it was solely because the three of them were fortunate enough to be part of the U.S. military helicopter evacuation when the Khmer Rouge were about to storm Phnom Penn, Cambodia in April 1975.
In my relative ignorance, I thought that the writers were confusing the extremely dramatic American helicopter evacuation of Saigon, South Vietnam later that same month when the city was being overrun by the People's Army of Vietnam (PAVN) and the Viet Cong, for I did not realize that there had been a similar event in Cambodia.
The helicopter event in Saigon was dubbed Operation Frequent Wind, whereas the earlier apparently somewhat less familiar (to me, at any rate) Phnon Penn event was called Operation Eagle Pull.
Wikipedia states that Operation Eagle Pull "was a tactical success carried out without any loss of life", but I have no doubt whatsoever that this statement is not truly so; for there were surely hordes of people pleading to be taken away from their impending doom at the hands of the invading Khmer Rouge just as there were Vietnamese begging to be included in the U.S. military evacuation of Phnom Penn, but who were instead abandoned by the fleeing American military.
It's all so heartbreaking.
Anyway, kudos to the writers of GLOW for sparking my bit of research into the Cambodian event. And now I realize that the character Jenny "Fortune Cookie" Chey is Cambodian and not Vietnamese.
This ethnicity may have been made clear previously on the show, but I just never paid heed if it had been. And so it was Jenny's heartrending account in this specific episode that impressed into my awareness her actual background 'once and for all'.
I felt remarkably good after the episode was done, and it probably wasn't any later than 9:45 p.m. at most.
But did I properly seek my bed? Nay, of course I did not.
I was to sit up in an expression of unchecked libidinous behaviour until at least 11:10 p.m. ere at last finding myself released from mine bondage and free to betake myself to bed, a beaten and dejected creature.
Would I still find it within me to embark upon the early-morning grocery shopping trek that I had been desirous of undertaking since the weekend's approach, thereby effectively getting out on both Saturday and Sunday for a rare change of pace?
After some bouts of sleep, I was again awake ahead of 4 a.m. and pondering my circumstances. The decision was arrived at to get up and try to stick to the original plan outline.
My shopping choice this morning was the Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google map) that is a 5.625-mile round trip via motor vehicle, but I would be walking (I do not drive). I had no pressing shopping needs ─ this was more for the exercise than the shopping, but I was going to base my purchasing around whether or not I would be able to buy two litres of heavy whipping cream at $3.58 per carton (as opposed to $5.58 for a single litre).
The store regularly sells the cream for that price, but it has occasionally been my early-morning experience that the shelves are barren of the product due to tardy stocking.
I already had an unopened litre of the cream in supply, and could easily have waited until next weekend before buying any more. However, by buying the two cartons now, I could be liberal with what I have.
Specifically, I wanted to pour a good quantity of it over some berries I had in the freezer ─ cranberries and wild blueberries ─ and which I would put together into a large bowl so that the whole would be thawed out and at room temperature for later eating.
If there was no cream, then I would focus on other purchases, keeping in mind that I was only bringing one tote bag with me with which to bear my shopping home.
The store opens at 7 a.m.; it was 6:17 a.m. by the time I was ready and had set off on the venture. The morning was going to be a sunny one.
The store did prove to have the cream in stock, so that formed the foundation around which I bought a few other items.
The money savings that I saved on the cream was considerably offset by a solicitation from the cashier for $2 toward some charity I was unable to hear her name; but at least I had found a dime on my way to the store, and thus I really only donated $1.90.
The entire trip was unremarkable, marred only by a young woman I extended a vocalized 'good morning' to as we approached one another in travelling our opposite directions ─ I was as yet still on my way to the store, and perhaps halfway to it.
She pointedly snubbed me by ignoring the civility and hurriedly carried on right past me with a decidedly haughty appearance on her countenance.
It was sufficient to elicit a few phrases of softly-spoken name-calling by me as I also continued on in my own quest, not even deeming her worthy of a look back.
I neglected to check the time upon arriving home. As yet, neither of my stepsons had risen, and my brother was still away. However, he did show up about a half hour later, and seemed to go directly for some further bed rest.
His girlfriend Bev is a smoker who has a wretchedly hoarse and phlegmatic smoker's cough that can strike in extended fits ─ even overnight in bed, poor thing.
I sought my own bed around 9:40 a.m., and was to remain there for something over an hour, I reckon. My brother was up by then.
I typically take in no nourishment until 10:00 a.m., so as yet I had not started my day off with one of my delicious hot caffeinated beverages (the main reason for the heavy liquid whipping cream that I try to keep in stock). I had only resorted to a mug of black instant coffee after rising around 4 a.m. ─ I required the aid to ensure that I would sufficiently normalize for the outing still before me.
Allow me to say that this late morning's hot caffeinated drink was utterly sumptuous!
My brother sought another stint of rest well into the noon hour, at which time I considered taking some sun. I even changed into my gym-style shorts, intending to lie on a pad on our backyard sundeck and expose my back for at least 40 minutes.
However, I discovered that the sky had thoroughly hazed over to such degree that there were barely any shadows outside.
So I changed plans ─ I decided to eat the berry and whipping cream blend that I had set out to thaw after first arriving home from my hike. By this time, it was indeed of room temperature. And despite not adding any sweetener to counteract the cranberries, I found the whipping cream adequately sweet to sufficiently buffer their rather sourness.
My brother soon enough had emerged once more from his room; and anon he took his leave for the afternoon. And after he did, once again I made my own return to bed for yet another short nap. This time, I might not even have been abed a full hour.
At least the sky had brightened up ─ the haze seemed to have passed.
Right this moment, it is 3:38 p.m., and I am going to take a break and get in some sunning. However, I believe that I will only sun my front while lounging low in a deck- or lawn-chair, facing into the Sun.
I have just finished my day's second hot caffeinated beverage, and now find myself feeling too uncomfortably full to tackle the day's scheduled exercising that I had meant to first get out of my way.
I must hope that spending 40 minutes soaking up the hot, bright sunshine will not overly sap me.
oooooooooooooo
I compromised concerning the sunning. I spent just over 20 minutes as planned exposing my front; and then I stood with my back to the Sun and leaned somewhat forward onto the back of the chair for just over another 20 minutes.
And I exercised.
Yesterday I posted a pair of photos that I took early that morning in Holland Park of a guy who had to have been strung out on drugs ─ he was standing, but bent right over with his face practically against his knees or lower legs.
I have seen drug users who were so strung out that they were unable to control the radically jerking and writhing motions of their own limbs and bodies; and sometimes some of these unfortunates assume the most bizarrely contorted postures.
That was what I assumed was the case with the chap I photographed.
Well, Google Photos revealed to me today that it had "enhanced" one of the photos with special "effects", but the only difference I can see is that Google Photos' version has slightly brighter colours.
Here is that version, followed by my original photo:
The second photo I had taken was zoomed, for the guy is a trifle hard to pick out in the image above ─ he is at the far end of that walkway that is just at the right of the water.
I was also going to post a video that my wife took that was evidently at the large birthday party of a friend of hers a day or two ago, but I came to decide that it would be invasive to do so.
It is now approaching 6:30 p.m., and I want to have a bath ─ my brother may well be showing up at any point from this time forth. However, if he fails to arrive home by 8:30 p.m., I will be getting to bed early this evening. He can sit in front of the T.V. by himself and continue with his drinking.
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