Last evening I made it to bed at 9 p.m., but after some initial light sleep, I was very disappointed to be checking the time and finding it to be very little after 11 p.m.
I don't believe that I managed to even begin to slip into any sleep thereafter, and ultimately as midnight approached I just lay in bed listening for my younger brother to take to his bedroom for the night. Fortunately, he did so right at midnight, freeing me to rise to get some work done here at my computer.
My youngest stepson was still up, and would be until after 3 a.m. His elder brother is working a graveyard shift, so he was not home.
My wife had gone away in the afternoon while I was sunning, so I could only assume that she had to work the latter part of the day (typically she has a 4 p.m. start when she isn't putting in a full day at her friend's Thai restaurant where she works part-time).
It was 12:30 a.m. when I heard her unlocking the front door. She was to remain up until maybe 1:45 a.m. even though she had a full day to put in at the restaurant today (beginning at 11 a.m.).
The youngest son had to work today, too, but he never left home until early into the noon hour. He could have probably gotten more sleep than he did if he did not save having a shower until around 2:50 a.m. overnight, but it's his workplace comfort at stake ─ not mine. He's the one in charge of it.
I think that I likely returned to bed overnight by 5 a.m. at very latest, satisfied with what I had gotten done in the time that I was up.
Once I eventually began slipping in and out of sleep, I was not to be curious about the time until I checked it around 8:30 a.m., and it was soon thereafter that I decided to rise for the morning. However, I then came here to my computer, and waited until 9:50 a.m. before heading on downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and then to join my brother at the T.V., awaiting his invitation to put our Android TV Box into action.
My wife had risen around 9:40 a.m., so she was well able to ready herself before bidding my brother and I a goodbye and driving away to the restaurant. She had let me know that she is also supposed to work tomorrow, but somewhere in Vancouver. As a result, I don't know if she will be coming home this evening or not ─ she may just go directly into Vancouver where she tends to spend her weekends.
I had in mind a movie for my brother and I, but I found very few sources for it. I settled for the only one on offer in the Cinema HD 'app' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box. Fortunately, the movie played flawlessly.
It was 2007's Moola. I was leery that my brother would soon disparage the feature, but the movie turned out to be better than I expected (an expectation born of some poor reviews).
During the opening title sequence, I never once saw mentioned the word "Moola"; and from what I did see, the actual title of the movie in that title sequence appeared to be Big Deal.
When I had been searching for information on ─ and links to ─ the movie, many of the poster icons for it that I found were in a foreign language ─ probably Hungarian.
Anyway, perhaps the dual titling had something to do with why I found so few movie sources. And if you go here, you will see that the movie had one other English title as well, and also different titles entirely in the countries of Hungary and Romania.
The main character was played by William Mapother, a familiar face that I have seen often enough, but not a name known to me. His movie daughter was played by actress Shailene Woodley, who apparently had the lead role in the Divergent movies when she was later a maturing young woman ─ all three movies of which I may have seen; but I had forgotten her name since seeing the last of them, and I certainly could not recognize her as a child in Moola.
There were some other familiar faces, including three names known to me, but the only one I want to mention is Charlotte Ross ─ the lead character's estranged / separated wife. I have long liked the actress, finding her extremely attractive; I was a huge fan of NYPD Blue, as well, which is probably where I best know her from.
Incidentally, the movie was directed by Don ("Donnie") Most ─ Happy Days' Ralph Malph. He also seems heavily involved in writing the script ─ in fact, he's listed as the co-writer with one other person.
The movie was a little titillating at times, which kept it interesting for my brother and I. And although we would have liked to have seen the band of partners that the plot centred around succeed in getting the $40 million they had believed they were going to get for their company, my brother seemed satisfied that in view of what their winning product was, they were all likely going to get rich anyway.
However, if the movie was loosely based on real events, it certainly must not have had anything to do with glow sticks ("lightsticks") and their involvement somehow in signalling the insemination potential of an ovulating dairy cow when the cow is being irresistibly mounted by another.
It made no sense to me how affixing a glow stick to the rearmost back of a dairy cow could have any help in determining this ovulation potential whatsoever. I've certainly never heard of anything related to this ─ someone got rich with glow sticks because of this?
I did locate an article delving into the story behind the movie, but I am presently too lazy to study it to find out what it's all about ─ see this June 1, 2008 article at anniescribe.com: 'Moola' - From Glow-Light to Bright Lights.
The reason for my laziness is that I have sacrificed the day's scheduled exercising and any afternoon sunning in order to try and ensure that I will be able to get away on the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store to purchase three dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).
My brother and I only watched T.V. until noon, and then he sought some bed rest ere leaving for the afternoon to resume his daily drinking somewhere. I was having a needed nap when he apparently left. It was around 1:45 p.m. when I roused and checked the time.
Since then I have had a bath and then worked on this post, but I am presently finding that my eyes are in need of further rest; and, frankly, so am I. After all, the day is hot out there. And even though I will have two packs or carrying bags with which to bring home 1½ dozen cans of beer in each had, that trip home is going to be almost brutal.
You try carrying 15 pounds in each hand for two miles!
And I am 71 years old.
But I do not drive, so there is no honourable alternative.
Anyway, I have just finished a fairly light breakfast; and now at almost 5 p.m., I am going to lie down for a spell in the hope that inspiration will arise within me, for I'm not really feeling any at the moment for that unpleasant public hike.
Okay, I did it ─ it was 6:14 p.m. when I was out the front door and on my way; and it was 7:45 p.m. by the time I was back again outside the front door.
Apart from the considerable work entailed by that outing, there was nothing of note to report. I never even shared proximity with any nice looking lassies during the enterprise. As I was approaching the halfway point on the outward leg of my trek, I saw a leggy lass well ahead of me in very short shorts who appeared to have athletic legs with quite the dramatic bulge to her calves, but I was never close enough to gain confirmation.
Oh, well. Summer isn't exactly over, is it?
I had myself a warm beer after I was back home, while watching some T.V. My supper was a big bowl of some fermented vegetables (beet roots and stalks, plus red cabbage), organic plain yogourt, frozen wild blueberries, and a blend of coffee cream (10% butterfat) and heavy cream (33% butterfat), with some extra old cheddar cheese chunks mixed in ─ absolutely delicious and most sustaining.
Anyway, it is approaching 9 p.m. right now, and my younger brother has finally shown up. He has just turned the T.V. on after cracking open a can of beer. I will be getting to bed very shortly to do my best to nap away the latter evening to fortify me for the hours in which I will be working here at my computer overnight.
I am hoping that my excursion is going to abet some sound and easy sleep.
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