Perhaps it was around 9:30 p.m. when I retired yesterday, seeking to nap away the latter evening. Unfortunately, I just could not settle and relax into any sleep.
Of course, it was no help once my wife had come home following her long day working at her friend's Thai restaurant. After her first bursting entry into the bedroom, there were to be a few further incursions. And she left the beside lamp on at her side of the bed.
I wear a bandana blindfold, but I am not unaware. And the bedroom was stifling from the day's heat. Our upper floor bedroom is on the side of the house which catches all of the afternoon and evening Sun and its oppressive heat.
Eventually after being overcome with a sort of exhaustion that must have had me semi-conscious, I roused and checked the time, thinking that it was surely late enough that my younger brother would have retired for the night and I could rise to get some work done here at my computer.
But it was only around 11:30 p.m. at best.
In time semi-consciousness claimed me again, and then some sleep. When next I checked the time, it was almost 2 a.m.!
I hurriedly rose and dressed, for I knew that in order to accomplish everything that I wanted to do here at my computer, I was going to be sitting up well into the very early morning.
My wife was still up, but she seemed to just be waiting for me to rise. She knows my routine; and she further knows that once I do get up for my overnight vigil, I do not return to the bedroom and bed for several hours. In other words, she knows that she will probably have about four hours of solitary bedtime before I resume my bid for some sleep.
Anyway, alert to the fact that I had risen, she quickly vacated this room where I keep my computer, immediately adjacent to our bedroom. And soon enough, she had taken occupation of the bedroom.
I never returned to bed until at least 6:15 a.m., but I achieved nearly everything I wanted to get done, including the watering of the plants in our front yard.
I still had some difficulty falling asleep. And then eventually, after I did get to sleep, I was distrubed by my wife's cellphone ringing.
When she retrieved her phone and then let forth a sigh of some annoyance, I understood that it wasn't any kind of urgent call.
My Thai wife speaks loudly when she is on the phone; and this was no different. She rose, and exited the bedroom talking rapidly and loudly in Thai. I then checked the time and saw that it was approaching 9:30 a.m., although it felt considerably earlier.
I never discussed with her what the call was about, but I was able to figure out that it was probably her eldest son ─ who was here at home when he phoned. I think that he likely wanted her to get up and follow him in her car as he rode his Harley-Davidson to some repair shop in Langley, quite a few miles from here.
I believe that he was only taking his bike in for some regular maintenance, but he likely wanted her to be there to give him a lift back home so that he wouldn't have to hang around killing time.
And then of course, he would have to get a ride back to Langley later when the bike was ready for him.
Well, she wasn't biting.
But my morning was shot. I went downstairs toward 10 a.m. and joined my brother who was watching T.V. because the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to was not delivered. I still have yet to register that complaint online; and will the Sunday morning edition of The Province get delivered tomorrow? ─ the same person delivers the two papers.
I joined my brother, but my wife returned to bed; and my 26-year-old stepson readied and rode away on his motorbike.
When my brother turned the T.V. over to me so that I could tune something in via our Android TV Box, I opted to start things off with the latest video from "Amazing Polly" that she just uploaded today. The 26-minute feature was titled Did the Global Mafia Burn It Down?, and it concerned the Lytton conflagration that destroyed that town not two weeks ago.
I had just mentioned in yesterday's post that I had only learned that very day of some sinister goings-on in relation to the fire ─ Odessa Orlewicz brought some of them up in a video my brother and I watched that morning.
However, Amazing Polly made so much more sense about it all.
Watch the video.
After my brother and I had done so, I then set in play a Dr. Mercola video from February 26th which I had previously downloaded onto a USB thumb drive: Red Light and Near-Infrared Therapy- Interview with Ari Whitten.
I didn't realize at the time that it was 1½ hours in duration, and would run until nearly 12:25 p.m. However, my brother was not present for the last half hour or so ─ he felt obliged to leave late in the morning to help the widow next door.
She has sold her house, and has been moving. She had two guys there who were loading up a number of items into a U-Haul trailer, and apparently my eldest stepson had told her that he would help them carry a couple of especially heavy items.
The 26-year-old is a brawny 'gym rat'.
Further, he told her that he would be back around 11 a.m. to help out, and she had come here seeking him well after the time that he had said he would come by to assist.
Well, my brother had noticed her coming as he sat watching the Dr. Mercola interview, so he got up and responded to the door. Upon learning the particulars of her visit, he felt he had little choice but to volunteer himself.
Some way to celebrate the day following his 69th birthday!
He did not return before the video had run its course, and by then I had turned off the T.V.
I don't suppose that he ever did get any bed rest. He did his best to cool down this very sunny and hot day; and then early in the afternoon, he left. Ultimately, he would be resuming his daily drinking somewhere.
As for my stepson, he never returned home until nearly 3 p.m. My wife never rose until after my brother had left.
I could have used a nap, but I felt well enough that I got in some exercise and then ─ beginning at something like 2:26 p.m. ─ I put in just over an hour of sunning in the backyard while garbed in a pair of swimming trunks.
I had told my wife about what my brother had to do in the stead of her eldest, so she evidently got after him about it when the lad came home. I was to learn from him that he then went next door to offer his services, but he was no longer required.
I want to draw attention now to a video that I just learned about today concerning the Pfizer 'vaccine'. The 15-minute video was uploaded just five days ago, and features a chap named Stew Peters in dialogue with a Dr. Jane Ruby as they discuss the appalling implications of what some Spanish researchers believe they have discovered concerning the Pfizer mRNA 'vaccine': BREAKING DISCOVERY! The ACTUAL CONTENTS Inside Pfizer Vials EXPOSED!
I have forwarded the link to both of my stepsons, but I don't know if either of them will bother watching it. Heck, I don't even know if either of them has submitted to getting any of the COVID 'vaccinations' ─ I sure hope neither has.
I may yet post that video to my Facebook account.
I am home alone with my two stepsons ─ my wife left us around 4:30 p.m. or so, and I do not expect her back until Monday (such is our sorry marriage). She tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver.
I have a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) in the fridge icebox / freezer that must be near enough to being 'ice cold' by now, so I am going to call a halt to blogging for today and go downstairs to enjoy that beer whilst watching a little T.V.
Oh! I should mention that my wife bought my brother a 15-pack of the cans of Brava beer (5.5% alcohol) that he typically buys. It's a late birthday present. He has yet to know of it, however ─ the case is sitting on the dining table awaiting his pleasure.
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