With my wife home all day yesterday, I had no time for a post here that day.
After she arrived home Sunday afternoon, she impressed her eldest son into a repair job in the bathroom. Specifically, the job entailed covering over a hole in the tiled wall where a metal soap dish had been for the convenience of anyone bathing or showering.
Late last week when my wife was previously home, she had gotten overzealous cleaning in the bathroom and took it upon herself to try and figure out why the tiled wall around the soap dish was somewhat 'bloated'. Unsupervised, she eventually got the soap dish extracted and removed all of the essentially rotted backboard immediately behind the soap dish, leaving just the hole where it had been, and a space behind it of three or so inches to the actual wall.
I guess she tasked her older boy with the repair job before she left (she spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver ─ such is our sorry marriage), but nothing was done while she was away.
I was uninvolved ─ she never said a word to me about the project she had created. Besides, I bathe ─ it is only she and her two sons who constantly shower and are responsible for our damaged bathtub / shower wall. None of them have ever bothered to wipe down the wall after a shower, and sometimes even the shower curtain will be drawn following a shower, thereby hampering the possibility of any drying of the wall on its own.
I long ago washed my hands of the irresponsible idiots. I'll draw open the shower curtain anytime I enter the bathroom, but that's as far as I involve myself. If they want to live with black mould and water-damaged walls, that's their choice. I'm not cleaning their behinds for them.
Anyway, since my wife's return Sunday afternoon, the 26-year-old has been one busy young man. He's come to thoroughly appreciate just what folly has been afoot in the context of showering the past dozen years since he and his brother came here from Thailand to live with us.
I overheard him speaking with my brother this afternoon ─ my brother had only then become aware of what has been taking place in the bathroom, for he exclusively uses the en suite shower room / toilet in his bedroom.
I have since spoken with the lad and learned that the wall repair is still not finalized, and even baths are not possible because when the tub is weighted down with water, it stretches the spaces between the tiles enough to cause cracking of the sealant between the tiles. As a result, at present he has the tub full of water and the affected tile spacing freshly sealed, and it's probably going to take another couple or so days to have the task (hopefully) completed.
He and his mother had enlarged the hole by removing surrounding tiles and even more damaged drywall or backboarding, and he put in and glued a new backboarding section with new tiling applied to it.
He said to my brother that they have spent a few hundred dollars thus far on materials.
Further, the lad got my brother's okay for them to use the en suite shower in my brother's bedroom. However, I think that they all realize that they can only do that when he is away for the afternoon and before he is home again in the evening from wherever he has gone to do his daily drinking.
My brother can become obliterated from his drinking, and I don't think any of them are likely to care to risk having a shower in the evening when the threat is there that my brother's drunken persona is going to dim-wittedly go into his bedroom to use the toilet after he is home.
My wife especially will not wish to incur that experience.
The lad told me that she actually did use the shower this afternoon once my brother had left, and before she too headed away around 3 p.m. (it is already after 6 p.m., so I am rushing to get this post completed and published).
As for me, I do not intend to shower, but neither do I bathe daily. Today was a scheduled bath day, for I last had one on Friday. Thus, I shall content myself with 'touch-ups' of the essential body-parts.
But it is not lost upon me how the carelessness of my wife and her two sons has now inconvenienced even me, the sole member of this household of five who only takes baths.
However, on to another topic.
Late yesterday morning when I joined my brother just after 10 a.m. to watch some T.V. through the convenience of our Android TV Box, I tuned in what turned out to be an unexpectedly good movie ─ 2016's My Blind Brother.
I had originally added the movie title to a list sometime last year when I was taking note of films that featured actress Zoe Kazan. I am something of a fan of hers.
She only had a supporting role in this movie, but thanks to her presence, I am now aware of delightful actress Jenny Slate ─ what a dish!
She displayed a beautiful physique in the film, and she has the same sort of sexy voice that I have always loved about actress Jennifer Tilly. Jennifer was such a sexy presence in her younger roles back in the 1980s and 1990s. However, I don't think I have seen anything she has been in over the course of the past 20 years.
I repeat that it was a very enjoyable movie, and I could tell that even my brother appreciated both it and Jenny Slate.
When I watched some T.V. this morning with my brother, this time I tuned in a Dr. Joseph Mercola interview: Dr. David Brownstein Discusses Nebulized Peroxide.
He didn't seem at all keen, for Dr. Mercola takes a little adjusting to, and I've tuned in a few of his video interviews this year already. My brother knows they tend to be rather long.
However, it was a very good topic, and it is truly a disgrace that the medical community does not embrace this therapy in the treatment of SARS-CoV-2 infections.
In fact, early this year I bought a pair of the type of nebulizers from AliExpress that had been recommended previously by Dr. Mercola, but I have only used regular hydrogen peroxide at its full 3% strength even though I realize that it contains undesirable extras.
This is the model that I bought a pair of ─ the pair cost considerably less than a single nebulizer would have if I bought it here in North America:
Unfortunately, due to how badly the fake 'pandemic' has slowed down most of commerce, it took a long, long time for the shipment to get to me. However, I blame Canada Customs, for they apparently received it and waited many weeks before finally releasing it so that it could continue its journey to me.
I am considering ordering some food-grade hydrogen peroxide in the next few days ─ 3% again. I don't trust myself to properly dilute the 35% strength. But I'll order it from Amazon Canada.
Even 3% is unnecessarily strong, though. So I am probably going to start diluting it.
Oh my gosh! It's already after 7 p.m., and I still have some exercising to do. I must bring this post to a close right here.
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