It was after 9:15 p.m. last evening when I heard my younger brother arriving home and coming into the house from wherever he had been drinking ─ I was upstairs here at my computer, so I smartly betook myself to bed to avoid him.
Sleep was tardy to make its arrival, and I am sure the heat was not helping the advent.
Ultimately, I was awake enough to be wondering on the time ere it was yet 2 a.m.; and after checking, I rose to put further work into the post I am so very slowly developing at one of my six hosted websites.
I was to also chop up three or four organic beetroots and their stalks, as well as most of an organic cluster of celery stalks. These were all chopped into a small bucket, and I then added water sufficient to slightly more than cover the whole.
Then I liberally salted the top chunks of vegetables with Himalayan salt, and the covered bucket is now set aside for its contents to naturally ferment.
I'll give it a good stir after two days, and then daily from thereon. It ought to be sour enough to begin eating in five or so days.
Pre- and probiotics at their best!
In addition to all of this work, I also watered the front yard flower garden.
I even did a wee bit of work in setting up the most recent of the streaming 'apps' that I now have downloaded into our Android TV Box ─ an 'app' called Media Lounge. I learned of it through a YouTuber calling himself BudgetLife. I think he may be the only YouTuber to whom I subscribe.
Anyway, it was after 6 a.m. before I returned to bed, somewhat agitated that it had grown so late into the morning. I was going to have to be joining my younger brother at 10 a.m. to put our Android TV Box into use (he is unskilled in its operation).
Believe it or not, I was up once again no later than 9 a.m., and I had been awake awhile before that. I feared the worst insofar as the rest of my day was concerned, but I was never to feel as poorly-slept as I was dreading I would.
I had a movie in mind for my brother and myself at 10 a.m. ─ a 2015 Russian / Ukrainian feature called Battle for Sevastopol.
I had recently read about female sniper Lyudmila Pavlichenko, and then learned of this movie. Actress Yulia Peresild did a superb job of portraying Lyudmila, but I have little doubt that Yulia had it well over Lyudmila where 'good looks' are concerned.
But that's just about always the case with biographical movies, isn't it?
My only complaint about the movie was that the subtitles were far too small. I had to take a chair and sit less than half the distance from the T.V. than I would otherwise have sat ─ and I still missed a lot of the dialogue because the lettering was in white and sometimes was too difficult to follow on certain lighter backgrounds.
I would like to try and watch other features in which Yulia Peresild acted, but my brother is picky about this sort of thing ─ especially where foreign films and their subtitles are concerned.
This movie was an exception.
I was to get in my sunning on this third day of an official current heat wave, but first I had a small meal following the T.V.-viewing with my brother which ended around 12:50 p.m. He had retired to his bedroom for some rest, but I had the meal before I sought my own nap.
He was gone for the afternoon when I emerged from my bedroom afterwards.
And then came the sunning ─ just over 40 minutes for both my back and then my front while clad in just a pair of gym-style shorts.
My wife ─ who has been at Whistler since Saturday in the hope of getting hired there ─ may have had her first day in a suitability trial today.
She texted me twice ─ once, of course, when I was involved with the movie and trying to follow its subtitles.
And then again toward the tail end of my sunning. I cannot read the screen of my iPhone 5 on sunny days, and it is impossible for my wretched eyes to use the texting keyboard to reply. In frustration, I had to put my phone down and wait out the final minutes of my sunning, and then I came into the house to follow up on the texts.
It is presently already after 8:30 p.m. ─ my brother's unspoken deadline to arrive home if he expects me to sit up and operate our Android TV Box for the evening.
Since I must have myself all set to hie myself to bed once he does get home, I have to bring this post to a close.
First, though, I want to post this collage that Google Photos created today of some photos of mine that I took on this day back in 2014:
I was on a stretch of Surrey railway tracks that lies between the crossing you can see at this Google Map depicting the intersection of Holt Road & 88th Avenue, and the intersection at 128th Street & 76th Avenue shown on this Google map.
I have trod that stretch of track since as far back as the latter 1960s, but in the latter 1980s and through most of the 1990s I spent untold hours hanging out there ─ usually with my late friend Larry Ernest Blue ─ soaking up the sunshine and drinking. We would usually cycle there on our mountain bikes.
So back in 2014, I revisited that section of tracks again to reminisce.
These are the four original photos:
Larry was the last friend that I had who lived anywhere near me. With his passing in January 2011 of cancer, I no longer had a friend whom I could visit and just talk with.
I miss him.
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