I see that Blogger / Blogspot is now attempting to force its users to use the new blogging interface ─ and I do not like this one bloody whit. This blog is merely a spin-off from my far older private blog that I began back in September 2008 (and which I still post in), so I have thousands of posts with untold numbers of labels or tags; and many, many thousands of photos.
This cumbersome and awkward new blogging interface is only of use to newer bloggers. But as usual, Google (Blogger) does not give a damn about people like me ─ its developers who have never blogged in their lives are given free reign to bugger around with 'enhancements' old users like myself want nothing to do with.
Anyway, today has been a write-off. As I wrote at the finish of yesterday's post, my wife had shown up early that evening after not being home since roughly midday Saturday, July 25, the day she apparently left us to try her hand as a staff member in a Whistler hotel ─ if I understand this correctly.
She has long wanted to get some employment recognition as being skilled at more than just Thai restaurant work.
My younger brother showed up last evening ahead of the unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline that I have for him, so I felt obliged to sit up in the operation of our Android TV Box to locate episodes of a few of the T.V. series he and I follow in common.
I even had two cans of beer over the evening ─ with my wife home, I had less incentive to be getting to bed early. And in fact, it may have been a little after midnight before I did get into bed ─ she was to be considerably later.
Around 3:40 a.m. I was awake enough to be checking the time. Initially I made as if to find further sleep; but then I realized that I really needed to put some work into the post I have laboured on for a month or so at one of my six hosted websites.
I was feeling my inadequate quota of sleep, but I rose and remained up until a little after 6 a.m. My wife actually rose then and went downstairs to the kitchen to mess about there.
Just as I was using the bathroom as a prelude to returning to bed, she preceded me there. It was already daylit outside, of course. And as I joined her, she complained that she had been unable to sleep since around 3 a.m.
I sympathize deeply, and I wish that she could sleep far better than I know she is able to. I also wish that my prayers mattered, but they do not.
When I finally got some further sleep and checked the time shortly after 8:30 a.m., I tried for a time to gain a little more sleep, but I gave it up just after 9 a.m. and rose for the morning. However, I did not go downstairs to join my brother at the T.V. until nigh 10 a.m.
I had something a little different to have him watch. My eyes are dreadfully poor. But even my younger brother has vision issues, and was told that at least one eye has the developments of a cataract.
I had noticed a day or two ago a post in Facebook about a Brazilian woman named Tatiana Gebrael who seems committed to helping people overcome their deteriorating vision troubles.
In researching her, I eventually watched the first of a series of unlisted YouTube videos that she has, wherein she explores what it is that she has to offer.
I won't embed the video, but for as long as it remains a valid link, you may be able to access it here: Chapter 1 ─ Natural Vision.
She unfortunately has an almost dreadful accent in her English speech; and even the subtitles that accompany her dialogue are often error-ridden, and are clearly automated or 'machine'-derived.
But I tuned the video in via the YouTube 'app' in our Android TV Box, and despite the video being well over 50 minutes in length, my brother sat through it.
His verdict was that he believed it to be naught but a very long commercial ─ that she was ultimately going to try and sell a protocol.
I am not as cynical, although I did initially wonder about this myself when I watched the video on my own that first time.
Tomorrow, I would like to tune in the second video of similar duration, and aptly titled Chapter 2 ─.
My brother will likely object, but his concern about his cataract ─ for which surgery had been recommended ─ may influence him to sit through that episode as well.
I've already watched about 22 minutes of the video, and thus far nothing is being advertised as being for sale. I really would like him to want to give the series a chance. For one thing, it is easier for me to sit and watch lengthy videos like these when I do so on T.V. during our morning sessions together ─ I find it very difficult to watch that sort of thing on my own time here at my computer.
My wife was to get up around 11 a.m. this morning, and was soon hard at work in the kitchen. My brother and I watched some of our shows until shortly after 1 p.m., and then he sought some bed rest to prepare him for his afternoon foray to ultimately resume his drinking somewhere.
I badly needed my own nap, but my wife had said that she was returning to Whistler today, so I did not want to be napping when she took her leave of us.
As a result, I never tried to get in any sunning today, either. I also did not exercise ─ I was just far too short on sleep to care to suffer through a session of that at my age (my 71st birthday is exactly two months into the future).
I reckon that it was around 3 p.m. when at last she left on her long drive. I saw her off, of course; but her eldest son ─ the 25-year-old ─ remained affixed to his computer and could not be bothered. I don't think the 21-year-old was home at the time ─ or else he was still in bed.
Once she was away, I finally had my day's first light meal; and then I had that badly needed nap.
Upon rising thereafter, I went to work on a post in my private blog, and then I attacked one here. I hoped to also add some further work on that website post, but my evening is already far too deep. I want to be free to betake myself to bed if my younger brother is not home by his 8:30 p.m. deadline.
I selfishly hope that he fails to make it on time ─ I really would like to get to bed early after having had two consecutive late evenings with my brother.
I want to post some of our photos before finishing up. Google Photos created this collage from some that were taken exactly eight years ago (August 11, 2012):
The occasion was a meal my wife treated her two sons and I to at a venue called Shang Noodle House in New Westminster (Queensborough, I think).
Here are the original photos:
Google Photos managed not to select any photos containing more than a partial glimpse of my wife's sons, but at least she was represented.
I was going to include a couple of other unrelated photos ─ of myself, actually; but maybe I will do so tomorrow.
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