I concluded yesterday's post with the claim that I was about to rest my weary eyes. Well, of course I did not. In fact, I wore them out for another two hours in anathematic conduct that concluded after dusk had settled in and night was essentially upon us. I believe that it was possibly around 8:20 p.m.
I had no time for T.V. nor a beer, so I had a fast light meal before my brother was home from wherever he had been drinking, and I retired to my bedroom ─ probably not much after 9 p.m. to seek to nap away the latter evening until after my younger brother had come home and gone to bed.
He may have just arrived when I got to bed.
After getting a little sleep, I was here at my computer when I heard my wife unlocking the front door around 12:30 a.m., home at last after her full day working at her friend's Thai restaurant where she is employed on a part-time basis.
My younger brother was already shut up in his bedroom when I emerged from mine fairly early into the midnight hour.
As usual, I outlasted my wife and both of her sons, for I didn't return to bed until maybe 5:30 a.m.
And it was shortly after 9 a.m. when I checked the time this morning and got myself up, thinking that I would be watching some videos with my brother from around 10 a.m.
Well, not so. Before it was yet 10:30 a.m., he had gone to his bedroom and returned, clearly set to head off somewhere. And then he did.
I didn't query him about it, so I had no idea if he was coming back in an hour or so.
He did return, but it was not until well into the early afternoon, and directly went to his bedroom to nap.
We had an overcast morning, but it slowly began clearing with the coming of midday. I was badly in need of a nap, but I never got it. My wife remained home after she rose very late in the morning, if not even during the noon hour.
When my brother was set to head away shortly after the mid-afternoon, we discussed the telephone message our younger maternal cousin Wendy D. had left us yesterday. We knew that it was going to involve a memorial for her stepfather Earl Primrose, who died in ─ I think ─ the wee a.m. of last Sunday at some hospice, suffering "bone cancer".
He was around 87 or even 88.
My brother and I have known Earl since at least as far back as 1974, so we would of course be attending any memorial for the gent as long as it was not today.
However, neither of us had returned Wendy's call as yet. My brother left this afternoon, laying that responsibility upon me.
And so I did finally call her back shortly after 3:30 p.m. It was quite a short call. Wendy answered, fortunately; and she seemed in good spirits.
The memorial will be next Saturday at 1:30 p.m. in the same Chilliwack cemetery where Wendy's mother Nell was buried some years ago. I confirmed to Wendy that my brother and I would be attending. She said she expects to have "appetizers" afterwards at her home, and no doubt those of us who drink will be doing that.
My brother and I live in Surrey, so I don't know what my brother will want to do ─ perhaps drink and spend the night there?
Just before my brother left for the afternoon and as we were talking about Wendy, his cellphone rang, and I heard him declining someone's invitation to come over for beer. When the short call finished, I was surprised to learn that it was Arun immediately next door ─ he just recently finished hosting daily celebrations at his home for over a week to mark his daughter's marriage.
Apparently he has a large amount of beer and spirits on hand, so he was looking for some drinking company, only to be disappointed by my brother who has his drinking buddies to run off to.
I found myself actually half-interested in the invitation, and rather wishing that Arun would pop over to see if I was willing to get drunk with him.
Heck, I even went out into the backyard and sat in a deck or lawn chair, and at 4:02 p.m. faced into the Sun for just over 40 minutes on the chance that Arun might notice me from his property should he look over this way.
He must not have seen me, but I was fully clothed just in case I had to engage him.
Meantime, around 4:34 p.m., my wife announced that she was leaving, and would be back on Monday. She tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver.
She was in the bathroom when I finished talking to Wendy earlier, and so she does not know of Earl's memorial next Saturday. I cannot imagine that she would volunteer to attend with us ─ I do not recall that she ever actually met Earl nor even Nell.
My two stepsons are even less likely to care to be involved.
Right now, it is 5:35 p.m. and I am hankering to get an early start on a little bit of drinking, so I would like to put this post to bed.
I certainly sat outside at the proper time, I must say ─ the sky has clouded up now in every direction.
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