When I sought my latter evening nap yesterday, my wife was set up here in this small room where I keep my computer. My younger brother was not yet home from wherever it was that he was doing his drinking.
Sleep is rarely great during these latter evening nap sessions, but if I do not get the bed rest, I will be unable to perform any work here at my computer in the wee a.m. hours. Those are my most productive hours for that sort of thing.
Anyway, eventually the point arrived in which I was all set to get up ─ it was approximately 12:28 a.m. ─ when my wife opened the bedroom door, coincidentally ready to seek bed for the night.
"Ships in the Night" comes to mind.
The rest of the house was in darkness. My brother had already retired to his bedroom; my eldest stepson was away to work on a graveyard shift; and my youngest stepson had evidently also already retired for the night.
I achieved a fair amount of work, and returned to bed at just about 5 a.m. My day was to officially begin shortly after 9 a.m. ─ perhaps 9:15 a.m. or a few minutes more. My brother was downstairs watching T.V.
My poor wife was soon up ─ she had to work a full day at her friend's Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. And just ahead of 10 a.m., she left us to catch a bus.
Her three-month driving prohibition ends in three days, so she will soon be able to pay whatever is the monstrous fee to have her licence reinstated. In fact, I noticed in her E-mail account a confirmation by ICBC of a 1 p.m. appointment on Wednesday, June 21 to do just that.
I suspect that the somewhat later date of that appointment was not my wife's choosing.
My brother was afterwards to observe to me ─ upon seeing my wife's youngest son taking off in her car ─ that her driving reinstatement is going to be a big negative for him. He has had full use of her car all this while (his older brother has his own car, as well as a Harley-Davidson).
I joined my brother for some latter morning T.V. just after 10 a.m., putting our Android TV Box to use so that we could watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest video: June 8- I Interview Wayne From What's Up Canada Doing Amazing Things With Doctors and Intro With Teen Cody Kuntz.
Eighteen-year-old Cody Kuntz was Odessa's first guest ─ a courageous young man doing his best in Saskatchewan to wake up his peers (other students of all ages). Odessa was so impressed with him that she insisted that he try and come out here to British Columbia for Canada Day, and she and her husband Norbert would open their home to him the entire while he was here.
Odessa's second guest was Wayne Peters ─ from the sounds of it, he is involved in a lot, and is going to prove a large asset when things really ramp up in the resistance to the political and medical tyranny that is rampant here in Canada. (See WhatsUpCanada.org.)
The only other show my brother and I were to watch was the conclusion of the three-part crossover storyline in the DC 'Arrowverse': "Elseworlds".
Of the three episodes, this one actually affected my emotions a little. Melissa Benoist's Supergirl is so wholesomely attractive; and her scenes in this episode with her T.V. adopted sister Alex Danvers (as played by also-attractive actress Chyler Leigh) became very sweet, very quickly (to explain, this particular Alex Danvers existed on a parallel Earth where she did not have an adopted Kara Danvers as her superpowered little sister). Thus, the connection she was made to feel for Supergirl / Kara Danvers was very affecting for me.
Nonetheless, it's good to be done with the storyline for now. Too much was glossed over for the sake of having all of these myriad characters being presented in the three episodes.
With the episode concluded, my brother sought some bed rest ere leaving in the early afternoon, not to return until at some point this evening.
The afternoon was dominantly sunny, just as I wrote yesterday was to be expected. And because I was anticipating this, I prepared myself to undertake some backyard sunning. Initially I thought that I might have to do so largely clothed, but that was not necessary ─ swimming trunks were perfectly adequate. However, I only sunned my front as I sat lounging low in a lawn- or deckchair for over 40 minutes beginning at 2:58 p.m.
Afterwards I had my day's first meal; and then an essential nap.
And so has gone my day as I type these words in the very early evening.
Occasionally of late I make reference to some genealogical activity and research that my Edmonton cousin Doug and I have embarked upon. We have been trying to establish irrefutably just whom are the parents of our great grandmother on our paternal side of the family.
Well, one of our first cousins once removed (i.e., the daughter of one of our first cousins) who has worked for at least 17 years for the federal government in departments involving Indigenous Canadians, provided Doug with some most unexpected information of a different direction.
Although Doug and I do not have that proof substantiating who our great grandmother's parents are ─ it is the father that is the problem; her mother is just about undeniable ─ we know who our great grandmother's grandparents are.
Well, according to Doug, our 'first cousin once removed' has provided a sequence of genealogical links through our great grandmother's mother ... to that latter woman's own mother ... and then finally even to that woman's mother ... to end with the father of that final woman.
So to try and make this clearer, we have identified our great great grandmother; then maybe even her mother who was our great great great grandmother; and finally even her mother who would be our great great great great grandmother.
And who was the father of that great great great great grandmother (apparently only identified as Mary Jane Indigenous (Salteaux)? ─ in other words, who was our great great great great great grandfather?
Well, from the information passed on to Doug, that man may be the relatively important Ojibwe chief Kechewaishke.
And to think that even three months ago, Doug and I never even knew with any certainty that we had Indigenous blood. Yet now, it appears that such blood has come down to us through both of our great grandmother's parents, for her father was most likely quarter or even half Indian.
My own father never even knew of our likely Indian bloodline ─ he certainly never spoke of it. The history was either hidden or unknown by him and his siblings, none of whom are alive today.
This is why Doug and I are having such a time working all of this out ─ we have no elders. Doug is in his early 60s, whereas I am 71 years old.
That's where I am going to leave things for today. I expect to be hearing much more over the next day or two.
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