It seems to me that although I may have sought yesterday's latter evening bedtime soon enough after 9 p.m., it was not until around 1 a.m. that I next checked the time and hurriedly rose. Some of my concern was that I would be unable to find the time to add as much content into the post draft that I have had in progress for a few weeks now at one of my two hosted websites, and this was to prove true.
My wife was still up, but she soon enough sought bed for the night. As is usual for a Friday, today was to be a full working day for her at her friend's Thai restaurant where my wife is employed part-time.
By the way, before I proceed any further, I want to mention that two days ago, her eldest stepson let me know that he had transferred $1,000 into my chequing account as his and his younger brother's contribution towards both the annual home insurance that I had paid on June 14th, and the upcoming monthly mortgage that will most likely be debited from that account on June 22nd.
I had recently written here that I had gotten no contribution towards the home insurance, apart from a cheque my younger brother had written out to me for a third of the actual billing. I have yet to deposit that cheque; when I do, I will then likely kick back a little of my brother's contribution.
Or maybe not. I have just now done the math. All that remains of the boys' $1,000 contribution once I factor in both the figure that they of late often collectively contribute towards the monthly mortgage, added onto the 'thirding' of the annual home insurance, is $19.33.
I might as well just reconcile that the lads contributed $19.33 over or above what they usually offer to me towards the mortgage.
And I reckon 'that is that', as the saying goes.
Next up: the annual property taxes that are due a day or two into July. That bill is monstrous, having jumped $411.53 above what it was last year, despite what our lying mayor Doug McCallum earlier tried to claim to Surrey homeowners was to be taking place with these taxes (i.e., a 2.9% increase, on average) ─ the following two articles are from PeaceArchNews.com and dated June 7 and June 8 respectively:
- Huge increases in property taxes gobsmack Surrey business owners
- Surrey residents criticize ‘smoke-and-mirrors’ property tax hike
Whether or not there are various taxes within the umbrella term 'property tax' is irrelevant ─ citizens do not readily realize nor understand that essentially niggling distinction. We get a single annual bill that is deemed to be 'property taxes' in an overall or collective sense, no matter what comprises that total.
Thus, claiming that our 'property taxes' would only be going up an average of 2.9% when in truth the overall bill would see ─ in our property's case ─ a leap of 13.28% is the only math that matters to me.
I am so fed up with prevaricating / deceptive claims like Doug McCallum's.
But returning to my overnight vigil, I of course do much more than just work on a website post draft. And so as a result, it was perhaps 5:30 a.m. before I returned to bed for a little further sleep.
I remained abed until around 9:30 a.m., at which time my brother was of course downstairs watching T.V. And when I joined him at 10 a.m., it was not long before I put our Android TV Box into action and led off our viewing with a Liberty Coalition Canada video: Interview With Pathologist, Roger Hodkinson.
We were only to watch one further show ─ the first episode of Star Trek Continues, an episode titled “Pilgrim of Eternity”. I did not know so when I tuned in the episode, but I quickly understood that the actor portraying the episode's aged central character (the god Apollo) also portrayed the same character back in the latter 1960s in the original Star Trek series when actor Michael Forest was a younger man, as was Apollo back then.
I still vaguely remember that original episode titled "Who Mourns for Adonais?" The new series is practically like watching a final lost season of the original series ─ I definitely like it.
Anyway, that Star Trek Continues premiere episode took my brother and I to noon, and that was when he announced that he was going to seek a little further bed rest ere taking off for the afternoon.
Note that my wife ─ who is legally able to drive again as of Wednesday afternoon when she paid the fine to have her driver's licence reinstated following a three-month driving prohibition ─ left us around 10:45 a.m. When she had not yet emerged from our bedroom at 10:20 a.m., I went upstairs to check on her, but she had already risen on her own.
Will she come home after work this evening?
She has been doing so ever since her driving prohibition, but it was atypical for her to be doing so. When she drove, she generally headed directly on in to wherever it is in Vancouver that she spends her weekends (such is our sorry marriage).
So will that pattern now resume?
Or will she show up here after work and spend the night as she has been these past few months, not leaving for Vancouver until tomorrow afternoon or early evening?
I have no idea.
But returning to the noon hour, my brother never bothered napping. By 12:30 p.m. I could hear him freshening up as he readied for his departure to eventually resume his daily drinking somewhere. I found myself sufficiently weary, however, that just after 12:30 p.m. I returned to my own bedroom for something over an hour in bed, and thus I was not witness to his departure.
This nap got me a late start at sunning, for it was six or seven minutes after 3 p.m. before I began doing so ─ over a half hour each sunning both my back and then my front whilst attired in just a pair of bathing trunks.
The sky was somewhat hazed over, so conditions were not as intense as they likely would otherwise have been.
I finally had my first meal of the day thereafter, but it overloaded me and I had little recourse but to lie down ─ this time fully clothed ─ for another hour or a wee bit more to allow the meal to settle somewhat. Also, my eyes needed the rest after being outside.
But it is now already after 7:30 p.m., so I must conclude this post. I want to watch a little T.V. while enjoying a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer. My supper will be very light.
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