For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. (Romans 7:19)
With the T.V. to myself last evening (my younger brother spent the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev), I made another fruitless search ─ via some of the numerous 'apps' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box ─ for a Christmas movie that I have been trying to find a free source for since last December.
I have no idea why 2010's On Strike for Christmas is so rare, for there is nothing at all special about it. I have not seen it, however ─ I only mean that it is at best an average Lifetime / Hallmark style of Christmas film.
So I eventually settled for an episode of Chesapeake Shores, and had myself a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer along with the entertainment.
That brought me to at least 10:30 p.m. ─ I had early-morning plans, so I knew I had best betake myself from both T.V. and further drink.
But alas, vile villainy possessed me, and I came directly here to my computer and expended physical resources for the next three hours, not finally getting myself to bed until 1:30 a.m. ─ I could scarce believe the hour, for I thought at worst that it was still within the midnight hour.
My poor abused eyes.
There was no hope of having an early morning. When I finally did feel myself capable of coping with an early shopping expedition, I thought that I was rising just ahead of 6:00 a.m. ─ if I hustled, and had a quick cup of black instant coffee, then I might still be able to make it out to do some shopping at a specific store about a mile away that opens at 7:00 a.m.
I have to walk; and I always seek to do my shopping as soon after a store's opening as possible in order to avoid the busy day and an excessive population of shoppers in the store. This of course has nothing to do with concerns of COVID-19. Rather, I am by nature inordinately reclusive.
Once I was out of bed, I quickly realized that the time was actually almost 7:00 a.m. ─ for my purposes, it was too late. By the time I was finished my coffee and dressed to go, the world without would be bustling.
And as a result of last night's abject folly, I had no spirit to help me stand up to the stress of braving the public on this unusually sunny Sunday (we have been getting days and days of cloud and frequent rain with a minimum of Sun).
So I instead began work on the post I am still developing at one of my six hosted websites. It struck me in my soulful misery that if I lived alone and had no responsibilities to anyone but myself, then this could well have been the morning in which I finally ended myself.
I was honestly feeling that abysmally low.
At this moment it is 11:02 a.m. ─ I only began this post in order to present the above while all was still fresh in my recollection. Now, I am going to take a considerable break. I was going to seek further needed sleep, but I have decided that I will first do some sunning in the backyard.
Doing so while sunk low in a deck- or lawn-chair whilst facing into the Sun, and attired only in a pair of gym-style shorts, ought to elevate my mood somewhat. My bared feet will be on the ground to benefit further from some earthing (grounding) to reduce general overall or systemic inflammation.
oooooooooooooo
I got in my sunning, but not as early as implied above. The sky was cloudier than I anticipated.
So I had a breakfast and then a nap.
My younger brother had sought his nap unusually early after he was home in the morning; and then before it was yet noon, he left for the afternoon ─ taking with him an electric hedge trimmer. It is likely the corded variety.
I didn't quiz him, but clearly he was going to be visiting someone in need of it, and that was why he was leaving here so exceptionally early.
I began my sunning with a half hour spent lying on my stomach on a pad on the backyard sundeck, beginning at 1:22 p.m. And then I moved myself to that chair out on the lawn, spending at least 40 minutes facing into the Sun.
My eldest stepson had left to ride his Harley-Davidson, as he tries to do every day. The younger 22-year-old was probably still in bed, unless he had left earlier to go to work. Whatever the case, I had my time in the Sun in full privacy.
As for the 25-year-old's bike, he's had it since either March 31 or April 1. However, yesterday when he arrived home after a ride, it was considerably louder than it used to be. Before, it had always been remarkably quiet.
Apparently he has had some close calls while on the highway, and decided that part of the problem is that vehicular traffic doesn't necessarily notice him. And so he had some sort of modification done to the bike to increase the decibel level in order for drivers to more likely at least hear him when they do not actually see him.
As I recall, I believe that his bike is an XL 1200.
By the way, this morning while my brother was still resting up, I had an Amazon Canada delivery. I now have the copper foil tape that I was not expecting to arrive until maybe July 8, and so I can get to work erecting a barrier fence around two of my wife's flowering plants that have been denuded of all flower petals and most of the plants' leaves by snails and slugs.
The blooms seemed to me to resemble those of dahlias, although the plants themselves are only about a foot tall.
Around 5:20 p.m. / 5:21 p.m. I took the following photos after I erected a two-inch high wall of the copper foil tape. I didn't remove the tape's backing ─ I just wound some tape 'as was' around five crayon pencils strategically placed around each plant, and then used a paperclip to hold the two ends together.
Now I have to wait and see if the tape can withstand coming rains, and still retain its effectiveness ─ snails and slugs find crawling over copper to be extremely uncomfortable. However, I don't know if that will apply to such a thin veneer of copper as is represented on this tape.
Here are two photos of one of the plants now:
And two photos of the second plant:
And lastly, here is a photo of both of the plants, revealing the masses of thyme plants surrounding them ─ the massed thyme cover is a perfect habitat for lurking snails and slugs just waiting for the damp of night, or else wet weather:
I had ordered the copper foil tape from Amazon Canada early this month, and was not expecting it to be delivered until July 8, as I said; but it arrived this morning.
The tape I ordered can be seen at this link for however long it remains valid:
https://www.amazon.ca/Conductive-Shielding-Repellent-Electrical-Grounding/dp/B07N33FPF8
I linked to a search using the term "copper foil tape" that can be seen at the very bottom of this post which displays what results at Amazon U.S.
Will it prove more effective than the mass of pennies that I had surrounded each plant with for the past few days? I ought to know soon enough.
I will also soon know how well the tape withstands the rain ─ we've been getting lots of it all year thus far. I didn't remove the tape's backing. I just wound it around five pencil crayons that I stuck into the ground around each plant. Will the tape now have created an enduring enclave of security for each of the two plants?
I don't think that I will leave matters at this, however. I am going to order some copper scouring pads or just some copper mesh. This material wrapped about the stalk of each plant would have been a better option, I believe; but I never thought of it until after placing my order for the copper foil tape.
I have some exercising that I must get at, so I am going to close for today here.
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