As explained in yesterday's post, my younger brother's van was inoperable, so he had left home on foot to go forth and ultimately engage in his daily drinking. As a result of needing to bus, he was not home by the unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline that I currently have in place for him.
When he is not home by then, I go to bed early to avoid sitting up with him and operating our Android TV Box to find sources of episodes of some of the T.V. series we follow in common.
It seems to me now that it was approaching 10 p.m. last night by the time I heard him arriving home because he was dragging two of the wheelie bins out to the street for today's collection / emptying.
And so it was that I scampered to bed and avoided him.
I was to sleep intermittently and rose within two or three hours of the passage of midnight, and I now have a start on a new post at one of my six hosted websites. It may have been just after 5 a.m. by the time I was back into bed.
Yet I was up again by 8:30 a.m. at latest.
I was to learn from my brother that he was expecting a certain "Raj" to show up early in the afternoon to help with the removal of the faulty alternator that had crippled my brother's 2009 Kia Sedona (3.8-litre engine).
Well, from 10 a.m. until into the latter half of the noon hour, I watched T.V. with my brother. It was then that "Raj" called for specific directions to the house, for he was only a street or two away.
My brother then went outside to await this chap, and I watched to see the reunion.
Then I sought a nap.
When I rose from it, I thought that my brother was in his bedroom having a rest of his own, for his bedroom door was closed. However, I saw him to be outside working alone on his van.
I went outside into the backyard and sunned my front for at least 43 minutes, and was back in the house having my day's first small meal when my brother finally came in to announce that the new alternator had been installed.
I heard him tell my eldest stepson that there was mysteriously a bolt left over from that installation.
I really don't know just what "Raj' contributed in his time here, but he had to leave to take his kid or kids to some outdoor public swimming pool where they had previously made an appointment to visit ─ a stupid requirement in this era of SARS-CoV-2.
My brother seemed in good spirits despite the time the work took him on his own, but he proudly proclaimed that the van seemed to be running now.
Consequently, I don't quite know when to expect him this evening. I would like to get to bed early ─ I've been feeling poorly-slept all day. So we'll see. Maybe he won't be back by 8:30 p.m.
I never sunned my back today. I did go outside well past 4 p.m. to do so, but by then the sky ─ which had been heavily hazed earlier ─ was even worse with the obscuration. I did not feel like bothering ─ it seemed a waste of my time.
Reportedly, we may be having some rain over the next two days, so there won't be any sunning at all for at least those days if this proves so.
I neglected to mention a curious coincidence on Monday of the television viewing my brother and I experienced, although my younger brother was and still is entirely clueless about it.
It concerns U.K. actress Helen McCrory.
Whimsically, I recognized her in the movie Loving Vincent that we watched that morning ─ the entire cast of the movie were painted representations (technically, I suppose, they were animations), and thus were not themselves physically acing.
I was familiar with the actress, but could not place just why. It was not until that evening when we were watching an episode of Peaky Blinders that I realized that the actress from the movie played the role of matriarchal Polly Shelby.
Then late that evening still, I happened to tune in an episode of the quirky T.V. series Inside No. 9 ─ the final episode ("The Harrowing") of the first season ─ and there she was again! She played one of three vampires or demonic beings resident in an old house where a young woman had been hired to temporarily caretake the place for an evening.
And I have just now seen that the actress (Aimee-Ffion Edwards) portraying the young woman ─ who apparently was to die in that episode of Inside No. 9 ─ is also a cast member of Peaky Blinders. I honestly can't recognize her, but I think that she may be the Gypsy girl that main character Tommy Shelby arranges to have marry his younger brother in a union of the Peaky Blinders with a Gypsy clan (the Lees?).
This was all serendipity ─ I had no idea that any of those tie-ins existed before watching each feature.
I want now to post a few photos, leading off with this composite that Google Photos created today from three photos that were apparently taken by me back on this day in 2012:
Depicted is my wife, posing in the front yard and then alongside her car in the open carport.
These are the three original photos:
The marriage was somewhat better back then....
Well, it is just after 7 p.m., and I need to try and squeeze in some exercising, so I am going to proofread this post and get it published and then move right along into the rest of my evening.
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