Perhaps the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo Malt that I enjoyed early last evening ought to have been consumed following my supper instead of being downed beforehand ─ this may have had a role in my failure to sleep too much into the earliest a.m.
Of course, I am quite conditioned to be rising within or around the midnight hour to spend those earliest a.m. hours accomplishing work here at my computer in the peace and privacy that this time of night affords me ─ this may have had a big hand in my sleep disruption. Nonetheless, I do implicate some hangover.
Whatever the case, after getting to bed ahead of 8:30 p.m. last evening, I may have given up trying to sleep further before it was yet 2:30 a.m., hoping that the planned early morning shopping expedition on foot to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore (Google Map) something over 2¾ miles from here would still be engaged. (I do not drive, so I have to walk.)
I sacrifice Saturday / Sunday nights and do not impose upon myself the onus of trying to get any computer work done ─ it is the only night of the week in which I bestow that leniency upon myself. Yet this does not necessarily mean that I am going to sleep like 'normal' people may do. I still find myself programmed to be rising.
The two malts had been drunk ─ rather than just one ─ because I had involved myself with a Christmas movie, and the alcohol allows me freer emotional involvement. I watch these sentimental features for that precise reason ─ to become emotionally worked up.
It developed that I made a good movie choice ─ 2012's It's Christmas, Carol!
The movie was a delightfully comedic play on the theme of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol, and lead actress Emmanuelle Vaugier did a fabulous job of playing the heel of a 'bad boss' who undergoes a transformation of character that allows her to recapture the principled younger woman she had once been ─ and to recognize that she was at fault for the breakup she had undergone with her one true sweetheart years before.
These movies always cause me to introspectively reflect upon my own life, and it's all part of the process of rousing my inner emotions. The tears do flow.
I did not realize until working on this post that the woman who played our heroine's older deceased boss and partner who had now become the guiding spirit of 'past, present, and future' was Carrie Fisher of Star Wars movies fame. I simply did not recognize her.
Actress Emmanuelle Vaugier was familiar to me as someone I had seen act in other features, but her name was unknown to me, nor could I surely remember any of her previous work. I now see that she has a huge number of series and movies to her credit, so I have definitely seen her often enough previously.
This is yet another movie I would like to re-watch come Christmastime if my younger brother brings his girlfriend Bev here for a couple of days as he has often done in recent years.
Anyway, as I feared would happen in the early a.m., I began to decline and made the choice to return to bed for a half hour ─ basically, from 5:15 - 5:45 a.m. It was my design to try and leave here at or as soon after 6 a.m. as possible, for the store opens at 7 a.m. And so I had set my cellphone alarm for 5:45 a.m. accordingly.
Not longer after lying down, I heard the patter of some rain on the carport roof just below my open bedroom window, but the sounds stopped after a minute at most.
When my alarm sounded, I was pulled from a deepest torpor ─ clearly, I must have been submerging into sleep. And my inner self rebelled at the thought of carrying through with that round trip hike of 5.625 miles ─ I just wanted to remain as I was and gain further sleep.
But I did follow through as originally planned, although it was probably around 6:12 a.m. by the time I had set off. Oddly, the pavement was dry ─ what of the rain I had heard?
It did eventually rain again, but never hard enough and long enough to wet me.
On my way to the store, I had a wonderful experience maybe two miles from here as I was walking alongside the Fraser Highway and bound for 140th Street (Google Map ─ I would be walking 'up' 140th Street to 100th Avenue). Ahead of me and coming my way in the gloom was a man I soon realized was walking a dog.
It is bad enough to have to coincide with another pedestrian, but I especially hate it when that person is accompanied by a dog.
Well, as we grew nearer to one another, I saw that the dog was not too large, and the man was keeping the leashed animal on his far side so that it was walking on the grass and away from the street.
Just as we were almost abreast of one another and I was about to bid him a 'good morning', the dog had thrust itself upon my lower legs in unabridged friendliness ─ I had not even noticed it coming, so quickly was it upon me!
It was some sort of greyhound in its appearance, but smaller than what I would have expected. As I stopped and bent down and responded to the overt display of friendliness from the dear canine, I was unable to do aught but talk almost as if I was cooing to a baby ─ the pooch was a sheer delight.
However, it felt not just lean, but in fact rather bony ─ as if it was underfed. I suspect that maybe it just doesn't get much muscle-building exercise. Perhaps it is a house-dog, and the only exercise it gets is when it is walked on a leash.
It was young. The owner ─ probably at least into his 50s and maybe even his 60s ─ was clearly pleased that I seemed so overcome by his "pup", as he referred to it.
I finally had to break away from the young creature, apologizing to it that I had to get going. But I sincerely thanked the man for such a wonderful experience and start to my day, and I think that this likely made a big positive impact on his own day's start.
The only other incident of note was that as I was approaching 146th Street as I walked along 103rd Avenue (Google Map), I saw a raccoon coming from the last home's property at the left corner of that intersection as the wild creature was crossing over 103rd Avenue to the property on the right side of the road, probably eventually bound for the deep forest a little further on.
It was still quite gloomy. Sunrise was listed for today as being at 7:04 a.m., so with the overcast sky, it was hardly broad day.
I got my shopping done, but despite carrying what I'd bought in two different tote bags, the weight seemed exceptionally oppressive, and I had to walk much slower than I desired.
Of primary note in that regard were two litres of heavy (whipping) cream, a litre of the 10% butterfat cream that my younger brother prefers using in his coffee, a 1.75-kg container of organic yogourt, three litres of liquid honey, and two kilogrammes of demerara brown sugar.
So, six litres of more-or-less liquid products, and 3.75 kilos (8.25 pounds) of other products by weight. I am 71 years old, after all ─ this was a huge strain to get home with, all carried by hand!
It was probably at least around 8:20 a,m. by the time I was back at the locked front door.
And once I had put everything away and dressed down, I was basically overwhelmed with weariness such that by maybe 8:30 a.m. I was back in bed, hoping to get a little more sleep and revive enough to watch some T.V. with my brother at 10 a.m. ─ I could hear that he was just beginning a shower as he rose for the morning.
I confess that I never expected to be so physically challenged and exhausted that when I next checked the time to see if it was yet 10 a.m., it was in fact 11:38 a.m. ─ how was that possible, I wondered incredulously!
I was not to have much time to watch anything of importance with my brother.
At least I was able to tune in (via our Android TV Box) the 20-minute video by Rebel News that I had failed to locate for us yesterday: What are the unintended consequences of vaccine passports?
That video did an almost startlingly good job of illustrating what is likely ahead for those of us who have the sense to refuse this damned COVID-19 'vaccine' ─ for Pete's sake, people, there is absolutely no pandemic! Think, people ─ why the Hell do each and every case of some supposedly healthy person dying from it make the newspapers or television news?
The reason that such incidents make the damned news is because ... they ... are ... that ... RARE!
Figure it out, people!
The video was disturbing enough that my brother ventured that we ought to be set at some near point to sell the house and be prepared to leave Canada for somewhere else that will not become as fascist towards the 'unvaccinated' as it seems the government here is marching towards.
But I do not want to devolve into that discussion here and now.
Once the video was done, I followed it with an episode of Supergirl ─ specifically, season four's episode 17 ("All About Eve"). Once it was done, my brother sought some bed rest before tuning in an NFL game that he watched to its conclusion ─ his favourite Seattle Seahawks were ass-kicked by the Minnesota Vikings. By that I mean that Seattle went into the first half break with a three-point lead; but apparently they felt that was enough and scored nothing further ─ Minnesota caught up and then beat them by 13 points.
When his game was done, he then headed away for the afternoon.
I may be misreading how he has been spending his evenings here at home when he returns from wherever he goes to do some drinking. I say that because I see no increase in our empties apart from the small contributions I have made over the past several days.
So either he has been coming home and has not continued with this drinking; or else he is hitting the hard stuff, for he does have a small supply of Scotch.
By the way, the day has had a fair amount of steady rain, beginning after my return home this early morning.
My early evening has now arrived ─ it is after 7:30 p.m. Consequently, I am going to call a halt to blogging for today. I had meant to watch a little T.V., but my brother is already back home and watching it. And so rather than risk his state of inebriation, I will remain here upstairs and get to bed before mid-evening in preparation for another overnighter here at my cmputer.
I weighed myself before my day's first meal, and thus I had an empty stomach. Stripped down to my undershorts, at maximum I might have been 178 pounds, but I could have been as low as 177. We only have an analogue bathroom scale, so the needle can waver to some degree each time a new reading is sought.
Me second meal of the day is only now about to be eaten ─ two hard-boiled eggs and an apple, plus some nutritional supplements.
Okay ─ I'm done for today.
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