I just did not have it in me to post yesterday. Temperatures had dropped by about 10º Celsius, and I had resumed afternoon sunning, putting in over an hour. As well, my wife had the day off work, so she was home apart from a period when she drove off to deal with some errands.
In the latter morning, my brother and I had watched our usual three or so hours of television together via our Android TV Box, beginning with what was then the latest Odessa Orlewicz video titled June 29- Ontario Goes Full Commie and Facebook Failed Trying to Block Child Trafficking Lawsuit And More!
It was approximately 55 minutes in duration, but unfortunately it primarily involved Odessa reading different articles. So, as is usual when she does this, I found myself drifting in focus. Odessa simply has no talent for narration, and really should not be reading aloud to an audience.
Apart from that flaw, she constantly loses her place because she interrupts herself unnecessarily; and when this happens, she re-reads ─ it all becomes dreadfully boring.
Yet she is fixated on livestreaming her videos, and has to do so through either Facebook or else YouTube. But since she has to dodge the attention of censors, she cannot speak key terms that those media flag for their AI monitors; nor can she include video clips from other sources, or her stream will be at risk of getting aborted.
All of this would be avoided if she could just shirk this fixation on livestreaming. My brother and I have NEVER watched one of her videos live ─ we always watch them hours later, and sometimes even a day or two after they have been produced.
I am sure most of her video audience ultimately derives from people who watch her videos at some point after they have been recorded, and not as she is livestreaming them. If there are people who will only watch a livestreamed video, they do not deserve to be catered to when it means that the rest of us have to have a shabby product such as a 55-minute production featuring Odessa butchering article after article because she wants to keep reading these darned things.
I love the young woman, but she got to stop doing this.
But enough of that.
Even though temperatures are more Summer-normal, it is still plenty uncomfortable at night when trying to sleep.
I still try to have my latter evening naps so that I can sit up and work on various things for several hours overnight. I think last night I rose ... well, it was sometime during the midnight hour. My wife was still up, as were likely both of my stepsons because today is a statutory holiday (Canada Day) and so neither of them had to work.
My brother had retired to his bedroom for the night.
I outlasted the others, and finally returned to bed around 5 a.m., and there I remained until at least 9:15 a.m. My brother was of course watching T.V., but I did not join him until around 10 a.m., as is usual for me.
We were to have an overcast day until perhaps mid-afternoon or even thereafter. Consequently, I never felt any obligation to be sunning. I instead had an afternoon nap in perfectly good conscience.
Tomorrow our annual property tax bill is due for payment ─ something over $3,000. My wife recently transferred me $500; and this afternoon, her eldest son said he transferred me $1,000 on behalf of himself and his brother.
Actually, that leaves $1,598.90 for my brother and I to deal with ─ far more manageable than the full figure. He will be content.
The sole other matter I feel like commenting upon is that as yet, the sure identification of my great grandmother's parents still eludes the band of detectives that are represented by myself; my cousin Doug; our first cousin once removed Danae; and most devoted outsider Stan, who has greater genealogical resources than any of the other three of us.
It is most perplexing when we have traced quite easily our ancestors through our great grandfather all the way back to something like 1765 when the most remotely known of them was born in France.
Why can we not determine who the parents were of a woman born on Valentine's Day in 1862, and who has been identified in an old newspaper article as a granddaughter of Andrew McDermot and a niece of Messrs "A.G. Bannatyne, John McTavish and Jas. Logan all of whom were leading factors in the founding of the Hudson Bay Co., in the Canadian Northwest"?
One would think that knowing of those familial ties, it would be a cinch to identify who our great grandmother's parents were ─ but that has not thus far been possible.
But I have a couple of cans of beer in the fridge icebox (freezer) ─ I want to get at the first of them while enjoying a little T.V. ere some light supper.
I ought to be back posting tomorrow.
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