My eldest stepson returned safely home last evening after leaving this past Sunday afternoon with friends to go snowboarding in the Kamloops / Kelowna area. One of the friends had access to a place where they were able to stay for free.
We live in Surrey.
My brother was home and watching T.V. at the time the 26-year-old arrived back home, so the two of them discussed the trip. I remained upstairs here at my computer and soon enough went to bed. To be honest, I have yet to speak to the lad.
In yesterday's post I told of discovering a 2015 report concerning the death of the older sister of my brother's former best friend from their elementary school years together up until the two were well into their 30s in the late 1980s.
I don't know why their friendship dissolved away, but it did.
Anyway, I reached out yesterday via Facebook to the daughter of the deceased lady, and she messaged me back the same day. I hope that she opts to renew our friendship, for I have not seen her since the latter 1980s.
She quite stole my heart back then.
Apparently she is living somewhere in Surrey, too.
Anyway, I think that it was just after 9 p.m. when I got to bed last evening, but I was unable to sleep for a wretchedly long while ─ I kept thinking about that lass. We once had a very short relationship of an intense nature. As might be imagined, I kept wondering how she has held up (she was a number of years my junior).
Despite my sleep issues, I rose during the midnight hour to get to work on a few things here at my computer ─ including a very long message back to said lass.
She had let me know that she did not own a computer, so I imagine that she doesn't exactly hang out on Facebook, and might not even have an E-mail address. None of that is good news as far as I'm concerned.
While I was up overnight, I never bothered going downstairs to turn on all of the Christmas lights that my brother had turned off when he went to bed. My eldest stepson was still up ─ I wasn't feeling up to discoursing with him.
I was probably back to bed by 4 a.m. or soon thereafter. It was raining rather seriously all the time that I was up.
I was to manage a little more sleep, and then checked the time around 8 a.m., feeling inadequately rested. I was intending to get up for the morning, but I could not help but just lay there inertly for a while.
When I finally decided to 'rip off the band-aid' and get myself up, I was surprised to see that the time had somehow become 8:48 a.m. ─ I must have lapsed into some semi-consciousness. Yet I felt as ill rested as before.
My brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but I remained upstairs here at my computer until nigh 10 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a hot cup of instant black coffee, and then I joined my brother at the T.V. with a video in mind.
I have become a fan of Odessa Orlewicz of LibertyTalkCanada, so I wanted to watch her latest posting ─ which at the time was a December 6 upload titled Dec 6- Canada's Crooked Lib Gov Is Coming For YOUR Bank Account And More...
I see now that she has posted a new upload since then today, so I will see about tuning it in this week ─ maybe tomorrow morning, in fact. I think my brother is coming around to enjoying what she has on offer concerning the phony pandemic and everything else that is involved in this farce.
Late in the morning, and then again around mid-afternoon, I was left a voicemail on my cellphone ─ I never take calls from unrecognized numbers. Both times, it was from the banking institution where I have my RRSP set up.
I knew what was likely afoot. I had my 71st birthday in October, so the law states that I have to convert my RRSPs into RRIFs by the end of the same year in which I turned 71.
I waited until after my brother left for the afternoon, and after I had eaten my day's first meal, before I called the institution back. I wanted to have a nap first, but I decided to get the call out of the way once and for all.
I had no idea what I was in for! Granted, the young chap who took my call was a wonderful fellow, but there was so much paperwork and so forth that he had to fill out ─ requiring unexpected financial and related information from me that I had to hunt up ─ that I would estimate I lost at least 1½ hours of my afternoon.
He is going to E-mail me the various documents. I will print them out, scan them, and E-mail them back.
But I was so bagged by the time that we were done that I felt useless. I forced myself to do 200 repetitions of my version of Hindu squats, but I still have some other exercising that I am scheduled to deal with today. And it is already after 6 p.m.
I cannot tackle those exercises without a wee rest, so I must lie down for a short time. Consequently, I am going to bring this post to a full close.
My brother left home afoot in order to bus away to rendezvous with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub, so I know that he is unlikely to be back home this side of 9 p.m. ─ I ought to have time for that session of exercise.
But I must rest first. Just for a little while, I hope. I definitely do not want to slip into a nap, or I will pay for it when I try to find sleep later in the mid-evening.
Alright ─ enough for today.
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