I am failing to blog here very regularly of late. The primary cause during the week is of course because my wife is home so very much following her three-month driving suspension in the wee hours of March 11. Thus, this trend will be continuing for quite some while.
At least yesterday's afternoon weather was such that I was able to sit outside in the backyard slouched low in a deck or lawn-chair for just over 40 minutes as I faced into the Sun. There were some clouds about, but the bulk of my time was sunny. Nevertheless, I was fully clothed but for bared feet, for it was quite cool betimes.
That was the situation this afternoon as well, beginning at 2:59 p.m. I had just finished a needed nap that was perfectly justified.
You see, although I retired around mid-evening yesterday, and I remained in bed ─ but for at least one bathroom break ─ until approximately 4:15 a.m. just before dawn, I never sought a nap thereafter.
And my early morning thereafter included the round trip hike of 5.625 miles to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore (Google Map) for some grocery shopping ─ I arrived there within 10 minutes following its opening at 7 a.m.
Incidentally, just as was the case a week before at a different chain supermarket, I was unable to locate advertised adult's reusable / washable face masks.
I likely would have returned to bed reasonably soon after getting back home, but I arrived here to find that my younger brother was already up for the day. He was drinking instant coffee and reading the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to, so I got to work here at my computer and created a post in my private blog. I usually create such posts overnight, but I never had the time this morning due to how late I rose (I usually rise during the midnight hour or soon thereafter).
By the time I finished that post, my brother was watching T.V.; and since it was 9:49 a.m. at that point, I went downstairs to boil water for my day's second black and unsweetened instant coffee, and then I joined him to put our Android TV Box into action.
I led things off with an Odessa Orlewicz video that I did not realize she had recorded ─ there has been a drought of late of videos from her for nigh a week. This one was three days old, and only uploaded to YouTube, a medium I had not been checking.
The video was of interest to my brother and I, for we would buy the touted device if only it were not so expensive ─ or if it could be gotten on a subscription (i.e., monthly payments) basis.
The video was titled For Those That Missed The Browns Gas AC50 Episode With George Wiseman.
My brother and I watched the original interview, and then the follow-up to it. This video was the second follow-up, so we have been keeping very abreast of this topic.
Anyway, we watched T.V. until around 12:30 p.m., and then he went outside to do some yard work ─ specifically, weed-whacking and dandelion poisoning. I wish that he wouldn't do that latter ─ nothing that poisons is any good for the environment nor the people and creatures that live within, but he's too dense to care enough to adopt other measures like consistently just pulling off the yellow blooms.
Heck, if the dandelions weren't soaking up so damned much poison, I would use them when I ferment vegetables. I just started a batch yesterday ─ using a couple of beets (root and stalks) and a batch of kale, along with a dandelion and most of its root that I managed to 'harvest' yesterday just as an experiment to see if I even notice it in the final fermented product.
While he was outside doing whatever it is that he does, I had my day's first meal, and then I sought that nap. He was gone for the afternoon when I rose, so he will not be back home until sometime in the first half of the evening, I expect.
While he was away like this yesterday, early in the evening I located a replay of UFC 250 that I managed to find through the one Kodi 'Build' that I have downloaded onto our Android TV Box ─ I won't identify the specific 'Build'.
I was able to fast forward through the portions of the three-hour programme that didn't interest me, and mainly just watched the matches. What I was interested in was the headliner event, for I had not ever heard of its result despite it being almost a year since it was held, and I did not realize that the challenger facing Amanda Nunes was a Canadian ─ Felicia Spencer.
Poor Felicia! She went the full five rounds, but she was practically demolished in the process. And before the fight was half over, her eager eyes and sincere smile were erased ─ she knew she had a hopeless battle on her hands and would be extremely lucky to make it through to the finish.
But she did ─ and only because she was able to withstand the brutal physical punishment she had to endure.
Okay, my evening is here, even though the brilliant sunshine pouring through the curtained window beyond my computer contrarily suggests that the afternoon should still be full strength. I want to free myself up now for other pursuits, so I am going to call it quits and get this published.
Had my early morning shopping expedition not been so unkind to my tender feet and toes, I might have made a bid to add the four-mile round trip to the nearest government liquor store to augment my beer and wine supply, but this is not an emergency. Perhaps I will seek during the week to get a ride with my brother whenever he may be heading off in the early afternoon to Whalley. That would in effect practically cut my hike in half, leaving me just the challenge of getting home with my weight of purchases.
I am going to close with these three photos that I took of my wife a few days back ─ the description beneath them is what I wrote after uploading them into a Google Photos album:
My wife Jack busy transplanting mini daffodils from that crowded partial bucket into that garden plot.
For several years that garden plot was thick with thyme plants that were harbouring hordes of snails and slugs, as well as practically choking out some other flowers, so we did our best to remove the vast tangles of mostly leafless stems this past Winter.
Now we'll see what we can encourage to grow there instead. The mini daffodils have already had their seasonal heyday this year, so we won't know what results my wife's transplantations will have until early next year.
Candid photo take at 2:52 p.m. on Thursday, April 29, 2021 through a rather grimy living room window.
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