Around mid-evening yesterday, I heard one of my two stepsons (I correctly assumed it was the younger lad) head outside and drive off. He's constantly buying coffees at Tim Hortons ─ by that I mean that I am sure that he does so at least once a day; and probably more than once daily is commonplace.
As well, he's always buying take-out fare. So I figured that something like this was afoot. The older lad was going to have to get up early in the morning for his second day at work ─ my brother opined that he believes the job is with Tree Island Steel, so the 26-year-old is undoubtedly needing his sleep and unlikely to be nipping out to anywhere at that time of evening.
It was not long at all when whomever it was had left was back once more, but he was not alone ─ his mother was with him.
My wife had her driver's licence suspended for three months ─ an Immediate Roadside Prohibition ─ not 1½ hours into the early a.m. of last Thursday as she was coming home from doing some partying.
The car ─ she was using her eldest son's vehicle, for I suspect that her youngest son was using hers at the time ─ was given a mandatory 30-day impoundment. And she was ticketed and fined for speeding.
Since she is now grounded, her two sons are making use of her car.
Anyway, that same Thursday in the early evening, my wife surprised me by announcing that she was going in to Vancouver to work ─ at one of her friend's Thai restaurants, I supposed. Her youngest son drove her to one of Surrey's SkyTrain stations, and she has been away ever since.
She normally spends her weekends in Vancouver anyway, so that was nothing new (such is our sorry marriage).
Anyway, now she was back home last evening.
Notwithstanding, I had every intention of soon going to bed for the duration of the latter evening to avoid any involvement with my younger brother once he was home from wherever he had gone to drink, and I did indeed do that while my wife was downstairs in the kitchen.
With her home, I did not easily nap, but ultimately I did sink into some pretty decent sleep, and was a trifle surprised to check the time and find it to be something like 12:48 a.m. because my previous check was around 11:30 p.m. and I fully expected that I would unlikely manage to slip into another of my bouts of napping ─ I figured on probably rising around midnight.
Clearly, I had been most successful at finding more sleep!
I thus rise, finding that my brother had long retired to his bedroom, and my wife was downstairs at the dining table talking on her cellphone. She had already used this room for an earlier livestream of a half hour or so that she had posted to her Facebook account, so I was free to make use of my computer.
My wife has become quite adept at posting these livestreams of herself, usually featuring just her having a hearty meal while she talks in Thai about ... well, I don't know, since I don't understand Thai. But she is an agent for products from TheIconGroup.co.th which she seems to occasionally promote in these sequences, so I am sure she is doing these livestreams for that ultimate purpose.
Anyway, I was at last able to put some work into a post at one of my two hosted websites which I had neglected for the previous two consecutive days.
My wife went to bed long before I did, but I must have managed to do so before my eldest stepson had yet risen for work, even though I am of a mind that it had to have been around 5 a.m. ─ I was still up when he rose on Monday around that same time.
It is never easy for me to fall asleep, but ultimately I did. Even so, my sleep soon became broken; and so I finally rose around 9 a.m. or even a while earlier.
My brother was of course downstairs watching T.V., but I remained upstairs here at my computer until around 9:52 a.m. before going downstairs to the kitchen to boil water for a black instant coffee. Then I joined him, and soon enough had our Android TV Box in action.
I tuned in one of Odessa Orlewicz's latest videos: March 11th- I Interview The Publisher Of Druthers and Have Great Conversation.
The video was 39 minutes in length, so we could have watched her next video on file. However, I wanted to work at using up videos from other sources that I had previously downloaded onto a USB flash drive.
We watched two of those. And then it was nearing 12:20 p.m., so I tuned in an episode of Preacher. That effectively took us to 1 p.m., and my brother was set to return to his bedroom to rest up before leaving to ultimately continue his daily drinking somewhere.
My wife had been up for some while by this time. She enlisted me in finding out when the local buses run that would take her to the Central City area, and meantime she began readying herself.
Well, it was no easy matter for me to understand the local bus timetables. Fortunately, my wife ─ who had dismissed my early suggestion to just wait and catch a ride with my brother ─ dawdled in getting herself ready. By the time she was about set to go, my brother was back out of his bedroom and set to leave as well.
The coincidence was irresistible for my wife, for I know she wasn't keen on standing around and waiting for a bus. Off they went somewhat ahead of 3 p.m.
I have no idea where my wife was bound ─ I did not ask, and she never mentioned. Possibly she was going to work at a different friend's Thai restaurant ─ the same friend whom she had been visiting when she had more wine that was legally safe to drink and then be caught behind the wheel of a motor vehicle.
If she did go there to work, then I expect she will likely have her youngest son go and pick her up tonight. Otherwise, maybe she returned to Vancouver, and thus she will not be back home tonight.
I sure don't know.
With my brother and wife both gone, I was free to tackle the day's scheduled exercise session ─ 10 or 12 gruelling minutes out in the backyard toolshed.
The morning had been brilliantly sunny, but there seemed to be a clouding-over by midday. By mid-afternoon, though, the Sun was back in force, but the sky was quite hazed over such that shadows were very weak.
Had this not been so, I would have spent time sitting out in the backyard to benefit from the Sun's unfiltered rays. Instead, I came into the house and had my day's first meal ─ and a 250-mg niacin tablet.
I had just finished eating when I got a text from my paternal cousin Doug S. who lives in Edmonton:
Just got vaccinated. It feels like a load off.
He's working his way towards his mid-60s, so I was not pleased to read this confession. I texted back, and got his ill-thought reasoning for submitting to this non-necessity, but I left the topic at that. The misdeed was done, after all. We instead got involved in an ongoing exchange about exercising.
At this time, the niacin flush was taking hold of me. After what I hoped would be a final response to Doug, I undressed and returned to bed for a nap.
But Doug kept the exchange going.
I finally had to text and declare that I was trying for a nap, and so "Let's shut up here!" He texted nothing more.
This is why I do not like engaging in texts. Some of these exchanges can seem endless. And on this occasion, I did not have on reading glasses allowing me to clearly see my cellphone's screen. And finally, the keyboard that appears for texting is not designed for human-sized fingers.
I hate being involved in texting!
Incidentally, by this time the sky was a deep blue, but I badly needed a nap. The meal alone made that essential, but the niacin flush makes having my clothes on too unpleasant ─ the prickling is quite nasty sometimes.
Gosh, it is now already after 7:30 p.m. and I want to have a bath. I had hoped to also watch some T.V., but that isn't too likely now ─ I need to be set to get to bed if I hear my brother arriving back home.
With that said, I hereby conclude this post.
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