💀☠💀☠💀☠ A Catch-up Wednesday

I ran out of time yesterday where blogging here was concerned. I was far too in need of a latter afternoon nap ─ it had priority.

My wife had spent the night; and when she left that day to go and work at her friend's Thai restaurant, she said that she would be back that evening.

The Vancouver Canucks were having their second game fairly early that evening in the 'best of seven' competition they are in with the Vegas Golden Knights in the Stanley Cup playoffs, and we had lost the first game 5 - 0 ─ and so I faced this second game with considerable trepidation.

I stated a post or so back that whichever team wins this series, they would move on to play for the Stanley Cup. However, that is not so. There is still one further series to get through.

In their 50-year history, the Canucks have never won the Cup, so this series is becoming of considerable interest to me.

Due to the game last evening ─ and my expectation of my wife ─ I forgave my tardy younger brother who was not home by the unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline I have for him. I remained up and watched the third period with him which he arrived home in time for.

We then continued to sit up until midnight as I operated our Android TV Box to find an episode each of three of the T.V. series we follow in common. My wife didn't arrive home until we had essentially finished watching our shows.

I was to precede her to bed.

And I remained abed overnight, too in need of sleep to rise in the wee a.m. ─ it was actually around 6 a.m. when I rose to get to work adding content into the post I have on the go at one of my six hosted websites.

I was not to gain a nap today until the latter afternoon after my wife left in the mid-afternoon to go and visit her friend / employer, saying that she would not return until tomorrow. My brother had left afoot to catch a bus and rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies at a pub, so I know he will not be home until into the latter evening.

This is the main reason I am presently still blogging, for it is after 7:30 p.m., and I even have some exercising yet that I must do. If there was a chance that my brother would be home before mid-evening, I would not now risk blogging.

Note that yesterday I managed to put in just over 40 minutes sunning my back; and today, it was my front's turn for a similar period of exposure. My dear wife even came out into the backyard this afternoon while I was out there, and she involved herself in her exercise routine. When I came into the house, I considered taking at least one candid photo of her, but I felt that it would be too unkind.

Now before I close so that I can exercise and then have some supper so that I can be set for an early evening of things, I want to present the following ─ it is the content of an E-mail forward that I sent out to around 55 people back on August 19:

This is a CBC documentary nearly 20 minutes long, so read the description below to decide if you want to get into it. I certainly found myself caught up.

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In 1988, Jessica Stuart was nine years old. Her family embarked on a cultural odyssey that would greatly influence her life: the Stuarts dug up their middle-class roots in Vancouver’s Jewish community and replanted them in a rural Japanese town called Saku for a year.

It was during this absorbing year that Jessica met Fukue, a bright and bubbly girl with rosy red cheeks and an endless smile. Fukue and Jessica became like sisters, spending their days frolicking in the autumn leaves, dancing under snow-blanketed trees, watching hot air balloons illuminate the skyline in spring, and sneaking through rice paddies in early summer.

Strangely, Fukue never invited Jessica to visit her family home. One day after school, Jessica insisted. Fukue reluctantly brought Jessica to her house; it was a derelict shack on the outskirts of town. Shocked and disturbed, Jessica started to make sense of the name-calling and bullying that Fukue suffered at school.

As the Stuarts’ year in Japan came to an end, Jessica and Fukue assured one another they would keep in touch. They became pen pals, writing letters back and forth for two years, until the letters from Fukue stopped — with no explanation.

Now a musician in her 30s, Jessica has never forgotten Fukue. Her memories of their time together are beautiful, but haunting. And so her thoughts turn to the unknown. Where is Fukue now? Does she remember Jessica? Why did her letters stop all those years ago?

Now, nearly 30 years after she left Japan, Jessica is going back to find the answers to these questions. She’s going to find Fukue.

• They were best friends, then pen pals — until one day, the letters stopped coming | Finding Fukue

I hope that link remains valid if you try to access the video.

The reason I posted it here was because I wanted to also post the reactions of three of the recipients.

First, from Glenda:

Oh, thank you, G*****, for sharing this with me.  This makes my heart happy. 

Then from Graham:

Great story G*****.  Hope you and your gang are keeping well. 

And finally, from Guli (Gulzar):

Aaah! All the incidents that happened to me back home in Tanzania I thought I will not cry so much again.

Well not so much, but I did watching this documentary.  Thank you G*****.  Hope you are keeping well.  Take care.

How serendipitous that all of our first names start with the letter 'G'!

Okay, that's it for me today.

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