As suggested in yesterday's post, my younger brother's van is indeed on the fritz. He had left here that afternoon on foot ─ something he does not normally do on a weekend.
And so it was that he was not back home until at least 9:45 p.m., and I was to my bed not two minutes thereafter. I was seated here upstairs at my computer when I had heard him enter the house, so I abandoned the pursuit of ill that had occupied me and got to bed to avoid becoming entangled with him and having a late night of it.
But it is so hot ─ sleep was extremely difficult. I lay atop my bed in my undershorts with the ceiling fan running at full tilt.
I don't think that my brother retired until into the latter midnight hour, at which time I discerned that there were a few bursts of distant lightning outside, but only once did I ever hear any faint sound of thunder.
Also over the night, I would hear rain suddenly start to pour onto the roof, only to stop after just a few seconds. It was bizarre.
I now cannot recall when it was that I rose ─ possibly not too very long after my brother had gone to bed. After responding in depth to an E-mail I had received in the evening just past, I did a wee bit of research for a new post I hope to soon start at one of my six hosted websites.
And then, instead of sensibly returning to bed, I resumed the vile folly as lamented in Romans 7:19 and was not back to bed until possibly 6:30 a.m., if not even later.
I was sick of myself, for I foresaw naught but a lost day before me.
I probably began my morning around 8:30 a.m. while my brother was downstairs watching T.V. However, I did not join him until 10 a.m.
Since rising, I struggled to accept my overnight misconduct and be lenient in lieu of my usual excoriating self-recrimination. To fail in this would have been to ensure a most miserable day.
When I joined my brother at the T.V. at 10 a.m., I had a movie in mind for us ─ the 2017 'animated' feature Loving Vincent.
Actually, I had initially dismissed the movie and was going to choose something else, for I do not care for animations. But when I read how highly acclaimed it was, and that it was also a 'box office success', I decided to give it a try.
It was a proper decision.
Alas, my brother was too distracted, and removed himself for the first five minutes or so when some key preluding descripions were offered. He also occasionally visited the kitchen over the course of the movie. And then a few minutes before its conclusion, he again removed himself and remained so until after the defining credits had all been displayed that encapsulated the fates of various of the movie's characters.
In essence, the movie was wasted on him.
The wonderful thing about the movie 'animation' was that every actor in it was painted as they really are ─ it was almost as if the viewer was watching a movie being actually acted.
As for my brother's vehicle problems, I was to learn that his van's alternator ─ he drives a 2009 Kia Sorento ─ needed replacing.
Ultimately he was to acquire one, thanks to my eldest stepson who drove my brother around.
And one "Brad" ─ a drinking buddy of my brother ─ was to have lent his automotive expertise to help get the alternators changed. However, after some morning communication, somehow that individual suddenly became unreachable.
And so it is now 6:55 p.m. and my brother is still here. He began drinking beer a while earlier, so it is clear that he is going to remain home, and has probably given up on this "Brad" for today.
I am going to have to sit with him very soon and put our Android TV Box into operation, fetching an episode for a few of the T.V. series we follow in common. He has no expertise with the device ─ I am its sole operator.
For the third consecutive day, I have failed to acquire the full exercising I had scheduled. The previous two days were due to the heat, but today it is because of my brother's presence.
But at least I got my full quota of sunning ─ over 40 minutes for both my back and my front.
And now at 7:02 p.m., my wife has just come into the house after being away for about nine days.
I can blog no further.
I think that I will be having at least a couple of cans of beer this evening....
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