Apparently I have grown unaccustomed to consuming much alcohol as I learned after drinking a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer and a goodly pouring of red wine Saturday evening. I think the main consequence was the rampant diuretic effect that left me ─ my brain ─ dehydrated overnight. I rose during the first hour or two of the a.m., but found myself unable to put in the allotted amount of work I expected of myself on the post I have in draft at one of my two hosted websites.
I finally had to return to bed with the targeted purpose of gaining as much sleep as possible. I was prepared to release myself from any early Sunday morning grocery shopping excursions.
Incidentally, my younger brother evidently stayed that night at the home of his girlfriend Bev, for he certainly was not here. In fact, it seemed possible that I might manage to get away around 10 a.m. Sunday morning on the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store (Google Map) to replenish my supply of beer with another two dozen cans, as well as a two-litre box of Domain D'or Red wine.
However, that was approximately when he made his return home, so I remained.
He wasted little time in getting the T.V. on, but I was involved in E-mails, and did not join him until maybe 11:10 a.m. by which time he was watching a documentary concerning an American group's efforts to confirm the final resting places of the occupants of three different World War II bombers that had crashed ─ two had done so in the Mediterranean near Greece, if I am remembering correctly.
I joined him to watch it. And as I expected at its conclusion, he invited me to tune in something via our Android TV Box.
I lined us up with the latest Odessa Orlewicz video: June 5th- Urgent Important Legal Documents Made For Parents To Have With Tanya Gaw and Guest Mark Friesen Grizzly Patriot.
The interview with Tanya Gaw was fascinating and quite energizing ─ it made me wish that I had kids in school. If my wife's two sons were still young and so enrolled, I would definitely involve myself in this battle against the tyranny of the B.C. Teachers' Federation.
Nevertheless, Tanya had exciting news in that regard ─ she is working on the development of similar documents that employees can use to meet the challenge of workplaces that try to coerce employees into submitting to these unnatural and dangerous 'vaccines'.
I have strong concerns that at least one of my two stepsons may already have gotten 'vaccinated', for he works in a bank and is only 23 years old. His older 26-year-old brother works in a successful industrial mill that runs shifts around the clock, so he is less likely to have been pressured as yet.
I want the two lads to watch that interview with Tanya Gaw, and to be aware of the legal documents in imminent production that they can use to defend against attempts by their workplaces to make them submit to 'vaccination' if they have not already fallen victim.
But there is nothing I can do if they are too disinterested in watching the video ─ it is nearly 1¼ hours in duration, but the Tanya Gaw portion is probably only the first 40 or so minutes. And if they give it a chance, I do not see how they could not be profoundly interested ─ unless they have been too indoctrinated by the lies of government and masquerading health authorities.
And even if they are still open-minded, they just may be too disinterested to watch the video for that long ─ they prefer being entertained with video games and such. Neither of them seeks learning and knowledge ─ they are absolutely nothing like I was when I was their ages.
Anyway, once the Odessa video was done, my brother was all set to leave for the afternoon, even though it was barely after 1 p.m.
I still had hopes of that liquor store hike (I do not drive) despite the day being wet with recurring rainy periods. Yet I nearly sabotaged it by spending a couple of hours or so in dissolution, barely avoiding the usual end point of it all.
The liquor store closes at 7 p.m. on Sundays, so it was (I think) around 5:41 p.m. when at last I set off on that journey. Fortunately, apart from the physical challenge of bearing home 1½ dozen cans of beer in a pack that was held in one hand, and another half dozen cans plus the four-litre box of wine in a tote bag gripped in the other hand, the trip was reasonably unremarkable. I was spared a drenching, but did get at least damp.
Because I felt that I needed the punishment, I never set down my burden. The only relief I allowed myself was to change hands on three occasions, switching the load from one to the other hand without setting anything down as I did so.
Few people will understand what it is to carry that sort of load for two miles without a break. And I am 71 years old ─ not many young people of today could possibly manage it.
It was good to get home, though. By then it was already after 7 p.m., so I soon was watching some T.V. while enjoying a can of the strong beer, and then I had a nourishing supper.
I was here upstairs at my computer when I heard my younger brother finally arriving home. We never exchanged a word when he passed by the open doorway to this room on his way to his bedroom to change his clothes, so I have no sure idea how inebriated he likely was. I took that as my cue, however, to get myself to bed before he came forth from his bedroom.
I suppose that it may have been around 9:30 p.m. by then, but that is the worst case ─ it was likely much earlier.
Perhaps logic might have expected that I would find peaceful sleep after my earlier feat outdoors, but I had difficulty finding the sort of comfort in bed that wold encourage sleep. And even when I did get there, it was a broken sleep ─ I kept awaking. I was awake when I eventually heard my brother go to his bedroom for the night; a time check revealed that it was 12:14 a.m.
That was when I rose to put work into that website post I spoke of. At this moment, it is 3:25 a.m. and I have yet to get back to my bed. I have a little bit of work that I want to do on a post I am nearly done with at my private blog, and then I will soon enough be seeking to find the peace of deep sleep if only such is possible.
And so here I take a break. I will post further at some point in the latter afternoon, I expect.
It is now exactly 5:51 p.m., and I have little more to add to this post. The afternoon became unexpectedly sunny by the mid-afternoon; but by the time I had the day's first meal, I needed to seek a bit of a nap. My brother had left for the afternoon awhile earlier, and my eldest stepson had risen soon after that. I never actually laid eyes on him, however. He smartly shut himself up in the bathroom, and that was when I sought a nap ─ he was gone when I rose afterwards.
I don't know what shift that lad is on this week. When I rose overnight quite early into the midnight hour, only one of my stepsons was still up, and within a couple of minutes he had turned off the only light that was burning downstairs and gone to bed.
Was it the eldest lad? If so, then he spent around 14½ hours in bed overnight. My brother earlier suggested that maybe the lad has a graveyard shift this week. If that is so, then the lad would not have been home when I rose last night, and would only have gotten home this morning after I had returned to bed ere daybreak and was by then asleep.
That is more understandable than him being able to loll in bed for 14½ hours. I know that his younger brother is quite capable of doing that, but it would be uncharacteristic for the older brother to be doing anything of the sort.
On a very related note, this feature of the younger brother makes me wonder if it is too late to have him dissuaded from getting 'vaccinated'. Maybe that has already happened and it is one reason he has been staying in bed like this.
I do not have intimate or personal chats with my stepsons ─ that sort of relationship doesn't really exist for us, so matters like this are not something I am privy to nor easily able to find out. It may in fact be more likely that my wife might at some point say something that will put me 'in the know'.
Gosh, I hate to have missed out on a little afternoon sunning, even if I was only going to be seated out in the backyard with just my feet bared (there seems a markedly cool breeze). A check of the weather locally at Google shows mixed Sun and cloud for today and tomorrow, and then every day until as far as next Monday is predicted to be having at least some amount of rain. Thus, if I do not take advantage tomorrow afternoon, I will be out of the running and it will have been around two weeks since I was last able to sun in my swimming trunks.
I hate this kind of weather. I spend several days building up a deep level of colouration by sunbathing in my swimming trunks or a pair of gym shorts for several days running; and then I meet this type of weather for a week or more.
Then once the strict sunshine is back, the mid-year sunshine becomes so intense that I have lost the adaptation for sunning and I get punished by the Sun.
But on to something else ─ another Odessa Orlewicz video. When I joined my brother this morning around 10 a.m., I soon used our Android TV Box to tune in a video of 40 minutes she and her husband Norbert recorded yesterday: June 6- Cry Baby Trudeau Seals The Truth Away For 20 Years, Unicef Wants Your Young Child Watching Porn, and Chrystia Freeland's Theatre Antics.
It had some informative bits.
I followed that with an episode of Endeavour ─ it was the first season's second episode titled "Fugue", which was the third episode of the series overall. I can see that we'll be watching this series for a long, long time ─ there are a lot of seasons!
My brother then requested "something short", so I tuned in an episode of Modern Family, not realizing that we had at long last come to the double-episode series finale aptly titled "Finale". This ran us until 1 p.m. by which time my brother sought his bit of bed rest before leaving for the afternoon.
I'm going to miss seeing the Modern Family characters. But we haven't seen the finale special titled "A Modern Farewell", so I am going to have to search for that feature.
I really do hope that a spinoff series spotlighting the Mitch and Cam characters gets produced ─ I love those two together! How anybody can seem as gay as does Cameron while played by straight actor Eric Stonestreet is quite amazing.
While I have been working on this post, my wife texted me at 6:13 p.m.:
Hi don't have dinner yet ok I will buy pho for dinner
So I guess I'll wait for that.
It is now 6:49 p.m., so I do believe that I am going to watch some T.V. and enjoy a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer.
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