It was a hot, sunny day today!
Yesterday afternoon I had sat out in the backyard in just a pair of swimming trunks for well over 40 minutes to benefit from the sunshine, but at that time the sky was quite hazy. Yet it was so overheated here in the house in the evening that when I sought my latter evening bedtime when my younger brother arrived home from wherever he had been drinking, sweating was marked.
My wife was home by then ─ she had shown up earlier in the evening. Her youngest stepson actually went off and brought her home (she had not been here since leaving for work late in the morning last Friday).
Such is our sorry marriage.
One other event of note yesterday was that I phoned my financial institution concerning the early Sunday morning debacle I suffered when I attempted to use my debit card to pay for my purchases. The cashier had distracted me with conversation, and my mind had entirely blanked out ─ I could not remember my PIN.
I tried one possibility; and then I may have even tried a second. But that was it ─ thereafter my card only resulted in the declaration "Transaction declined". I ended up having to pay with my VISA card.
And so when I explained the situation to the gal who took my call at my financial institution yesterday, she set me up so that I would be able to use an ATM with my card and access a menu whereby I would be able to set up a new PIN.
When I asked her what sort of timeline existed in which I had to do this, she quoted several options ranging from three hours from the time that she activated that access feature all the way up to 24 hours.
I requested the latter, since I do not drive and would have to walk nearly a mile to reach the nearest ATM for that financial institution, and I was not about to do that during the busy daytime.
Anyway, I was likely to bed last evening by 9:15 p.m., and I remained there until I later checked the time and found it to be 12:14 a.m. As I correctly expected, my brother had retired to his bedroom for the night by then, and only my wife and her youngest son were still up.
Eventually only I remained up, for I put work into the draft post that I have at one of my two hosted websites, and I also created a post in my private blog. Then I got ready, and at 4 a.m. I set off afoot for that ATM, taking with me my combination flashlight / stun gun.
There was no need for that protective device apart from using the light when I passed through the very short closed-off alleyway beside out house that leads from the cul-de-sac we live in to a nearby main avenue; but it is always best to be safe rather than sorry.
I had a few moments of other concern before leaving home, however. Videlicet, it dawned upon me that I could not remember if the gal I had spoken with at the financial institution had given me some 24-hour temporary PIN to use ─ I could remember nothing of that sort.
I almost did not leave home, fearing that maybe I was going to have to contact the financial institution all over again to rearrange this transaction. But I decided to risk things and give it a try anyhow ─ even if the ATM confiscated my card because of being unable to supply a key temporary PIN.
As it was to develop, I tried using what I was certain was the PIN that I had forgotten, but which I had come to recall since that shopping expedition on Sunday. There proved no issue with doing that, and I then changed the PIN.
All went perfectly well.
I was back home by 4:45 a.m. at latest, and managed to get back to bed before my eldest stepson had risen to begin readying for his workday (which he does around 5 a.m. when he is on a day shift).
When I had been out, it seemed to me that the sky was going to be clear. It was also very mild out ─ there would have been no trouble sleeping outdoors in the simplest sleeping bag. I even stopped at an elementary school on my way back home to do a set of pull-ups on a pair of playground rings hanging on chains from an overhead bar, and found the plastic-coated rings to be perfectly dry ─ i.e., there was no dew.
Following my return to bed, my morning was to begin shortly after 9 a.m. when I rose and came here to my computer; my brother was of course already up from bed and watching T.V. downstairs.
I was a little surprised to have my wife emerge from our bedroom soon after I had. Evidently she was going to have to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time. She normally has an 11 a.m. start on any full days she has, but she has to catch a couple of buses if she does not have anyone picking her up.
Her three-month driving suspension comes to an end in the weest a.m. of June 11th, so I expect that she will soon enough be able to use her own car once again ─ her youngest son has been using it as his own. The older son has his own car, as well as a Harley-Davidson.
I did not go downstairs to start boiling some water for a hot instant coffee (black and unsweetened) until 9:50 a.m.; and at 10 a.m. my wife left us, by which time I had joined my brother at the T.V. in the living room. I wanted to use our Android TV Box to summon up a movie, but first I wanted us to watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest video.
Alas, its only source at that time was through her Facebook account, and Facebook videos do not open up full-screen. There is always at least a third of the screen at the right side that is given over to details relating to the uploader and the video title, and what are likely the latest one or two comments the video had garnered.
Since then, Odessa has supplied the video at Librti.com (May 31- Policy Horizon's Canada Has A Brand New Update (May 29) And It Ain't Good. Important To Send To Everyone.) and also at Rumble.com (Urgent Update May 29 To Policy Horizons Canada Horrific Agenda).
Because my brother and I were watching the video at Facebook, I was unable to see what the duration of the video was ─ I had thought that it might top 40 minutes at most.
Alas, it ran for practically 1½ hours. My brother does not like to be watching T.V. any later than 1 p.m., and we had not begun watching Odessa's video until nearly 10:15 a.m. Since I did not know just how long the movie was to be, I dared not tune it in, so instead I tuned in the first episode in a trilogy of crossover episodes that began with The Flash's episode nine of season five, an episode titled "Elseworlds, Part 1".
But I am getting too much ahead of myself, for I want to critique Odessa's video.
I do not know why no one ever complains in the comments to her videos that she really ought not to be wasting our time with episodes of her show wherein all she does is read out one or more articles.
I adore Odessa ─ I am a huge fan. But she simply has no skill wen it comes to reading to an audience. This sort of thing requires the development of skill and technique. She has no sense of how to properly inflect and accentuate words and sections of sentences for best emphasis; and instead, she just reads along in a singsong manner that involves her voice rising up in pitch and then descending, and then immediately rising up again and then descending, and on and on.
It fast become so monotonous that I find myself lulled into near insensibility, and I cannot concentrate on what the text she is reading is conveying.
It is no help that Odessa cannot help but launch into a rant or expostulation ever sentence-and-a-half, entirely making me lose track of what little I might have been understanding of what she was reading.
If she could read aloud professionally in a narrative style, the article could have been gotten through in well under a half hour.
I fully appreciate that she brought the wretched article to light, but I zoned out for most of the episode. The only reason I ran it through to the end was that I was hoping my brother was gaining benefit from it; for unlike me, he is unable to use a computer and only has access to material like this when I tune in something during the latter mornings when we watch T.V. together.
Unfortunately, he also zoned out, he told me.
Odessa must stop reading out articles ─ she had no talent as a 'reader-aloud', if I may invent my own term for someone who reads out loud to an audience.
I was so bored by the episode of her show that I do not even have the remotest inclination to seek out the article in order to go over it myself.
She needs to stop doing this. It is better to have no episode at all than it is to turn out something like she did with that episode.
Okay, I have got that said.
My brother and I only watched T.V. until 12:30 p.m., for he then decided at The Flash's conclusion to seek some rest in his bedroom before he left for the afternoon to ultimately resume his daily drinking somewhere.
While he was resting, I decided to have a bath before doing any afternoon sunning. This may seem counter-intuitive, for would it not erase the benefit of having a bath at all to just go outside and sweat for over an hour under the intensely shining Sun?
Yes, that is true ─ on the face of it. But I do not well retain the benefit of a tan ─ especially in my face. Also, I sun to generate vitamin D in my skin, and this occurs via cholesterol that becomes cholecalciferol in the skin when exposed to the proper sunlight rays. And my understanding is that this process can continue for at least a couple of days following a session of sunbathing.
Unless, of course, that unique sebaceous matter is scoured away through a long and soapy hot bath.
Since I do not have any social involvements ─ I am a retired 71-year-old ─ both bathing every fourth day, and (as was the case today) bathing before having a sunning session, are no issue for me. I can of course always wash key problem areas as the need may hereafter arise.
Anyway, that is my argument.
My brother never left for the afternoon until after I had bathed and was having my day's first hot and fully complemented creamy rich caffeinated beverage ─ a sustaining drink that fends off hunger for a few hours.
I had some exercise out in the backyard toolshed afterwards, and then I began sunning ─ more than a half hour each for both my back and then my front.
By then my youngest stepson had risen for the day. I've noticed the past couple of days that he seems to be spending at least 14 hours or even more in bed. Sure, he has the time off work, but this amount of sack time is ludicrous ─ it is abnormal for a supposedly healthy 23-year-old.
Of late I have begun to have concerns that either he or else his older brother will cave in to pressures at their place of employment and submit to a 'vaccination'. I fear this more likely with the younger lad because he works at a bank.
I do not want either of them infecting my brother and I by shedding unnatural spike proteins that their bodies would thereafter be endlessly producing upon receiving one of the experimental gene therapy 'vaccines'.
But that is a whole new topic, and it is already well after 7:30 p.m., so I am going to close today's post here ─ I have a hankering for a can of beer and some T.V. before my brother gets back home.
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