My younger brother spent last night at the home of his girlfriend Bev, so for the first time thus far this season our Christmas lights remained on from the time I lit them up in the early evening until I finally turned them off just after 6 a.m. this morning.
He always turns them off when he retires for the night at midnight or into that hour.
I had retired very soon after 10 p.m., but after some sleep I was up once more ─ probably in the midnight hour. As usual, I had work I wanted to get done here at my computer.
However, I also had early morning shopping plans ─ the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) that opens at 7 a.m. Since I would need to leave as soon after 6 a.m. as possible in order to arrive there before the crowds, I was going to need to accrue a little further sleep.
That said, I didn't feel particularly sleep deprived, but I knew that by 6 a.m. I would unlikely be desirous of shoving off on such an enterprise without resting up. And so just ahead of 4 a.m. I was back in bed, my cellphone alarm set for 5:30 a.m.
When the alarm sounded, I initially felt some resistance at getting up, but I almost immediately recognized that I needed a cup of hot black instant coffee, and that it would take some time to both drink it and ready myself for the venture.
It hadn't rained overnight, but the street outside was still wet from yesterday's ambitious precipitation.
By the time I had the Christmas lights all turned off and I was standing outside the locked front door all set to get on my way, it was 6:09 a.m. And by walking at a reasonably leisure pace, I arrived at the store about an hour later.
I acquired my purchases as best as I could remember them, and had just gotten outside the store onto the public sidewalk when it dawned upon me that I had forgotten to get two of the tall (454-gramme) tins of Nescafé RICH instant coffee that was one of the four main items I had gone to the store to buy.
They were on sale for $10.78 apiece. By comparison, Save-On-Foods charges over $15 a tin, as I recall. Most fortunately, I had just opened a new tin yesterday, and I still have three others in stock, so there is no chance we will be running out of coffee before I am ever back at the Superstore again. Nevertheless, I was still angry with myself.
Incidentally, it was still as dark as it was when I had first arrived at the store ─ I love it like this!
But as usual, by the time I was about a half mile from home, my 'lift' had gone. I was practically stumbling my way, quite footsore and worn right out. I was, after all, bearing a considerable load in two tote bags, one of each gripped in either of my hands with never a chance of relief without stopping to set down the burdens ─ something I disdain to do out of prideful determination.
I may be 71 years old, but I am not yet a total physical cipher.
It may have been around 8:20 a.m. by the time I was back into the house. Neither of my stepsons had yet risen, and my brother was not to show up for about another hour.
I had intended to involve myself in some more work here at my computer, but I fast declined and felt too lazy. But instead of engaging anything sensible, I succumbed to my endorphin addiction.
I was so profoundly weary thereafter that when I returned to bed around 10:30 a.m., I didn't even have the energy to wallow in self-castigation. Of course, my brother had been home some while by this time, and was watching T.V.
I was to remain abed for around 2¾ hours. I rose expecting to find my brother shut up in his own bedroom, but he was still downstairs watching T.V. It is entirely possible that he had taken a short rest while I was recuperating with needed sleep, but I cannot confidently suggest it.
And then fairly early into the afternoon, he announced his afternoon farewell as he headed off to probably watch NFL games in a bar or pub with his fellow drinkers.
The self-directed grief over my earlier conduct was quite strong now that I was again restored and thus feeling more myself. However, that discussion is far too involved, so I shall say nothing more concerning it.
My evening is upon me, but I want to voice how utterly disgusted I am with two female Calgary police officers who shrieked and cursed and several times kneed a young man (22 years old at most) named Ocean Weisblatt who resisted their hysterical demands to prostate himself before them after they accosted him for being out skating at an outdoor rink with some friends, playing hockey. None of the lads were wearing face masks ─ thus their evil crime.
I don't know for certain, but this may have taken place on December 17.
As I said, the lunatic witches even kneed him a number of times as they cursed and threatened him while they struggled to down the poor guy, all while a male officer docilely looked on as his two female colleagues made absolute fools of themselves. (I suspect that inwardly he was likely bemused at their overboard antics.)
You can see both a video interview with the young man ─ as well as cellphone footage one of his companions took of the confrontation ─ at this RebelNews.com article: PUNISHED for PLAYING HOCKEY: Calgary police threaten to TASER young skater at outdoor rink. I fully recommend watching the actual incident first before watching the interview ─ the cellphone video is below the main one featuring the interview.
Those two dense female officers should be removed from the police force ─ they are a disgrace. All they displayed was arrogance at the gall of a young man being defiant because they could not identify precisely what the law was that they were supposedly enforcing.
They were out there blindly 'upholding' some perceived law just because they felt they had been told to ("I was only following orders.") ─ in other words, where they were concerned, there was no independent thinking required nor involved.
Just. Following. Orders. (Or what they perceived were their orders.)
So realizing their inability to cogently present their case in a just fashion, they shrieked and swore and used as much violence as they dared just because they were the police, and because the two challenged losers knew he dared not fight them back ─ especially when they had a large male presence to back them up.
They were ignorant, bullying cowards. And as I said, they disgusted me.
Anyway, I have a short session of exercise I want to get finished, and then I think I will discharge an obligation I made concerning a promised pre-Christmas phone call.
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