Driven Nearly Mad

Viva Winkler

I am practically out of my mind with rage over that accursed baying brown hound in the neighbour's yard that backs our backyard. It's not enough that the thoughtless owners leave the damned thing to bay and howl for hours, they also have two lapdogs that they seem to also keep outdoors during the Summer.

These two pipsqueak freaks are absolute hysterical fiends with the shrillest voices ─ I have to repress urges to forever still the pair of them, along with that damned hound.

How I endured afternoon backyard sunning from 2:05 p.m. for nigh 1¼ hours with that unbroken racket is truly a feat of major note.

It is worth explaining that the same neighbours have plagued me with their various dogs' noise since as far back as 2012 at the very least. How long must this sort of thing be endured? How many years? 

I came back into the house, believing that I was home alone, and ranted and raved and raged aloud for maybe 10 minutes before noticing that a light in my stepsons' den area ─ which had been dark when first I came back into the house ─ was then aglow. It seems that one of the brothers must have been abed all the day to that point (maybe 3:45 p.m.) and was only then getting up.

Unquestionably the spectacle I provided helped motivate his engagement of the day, for it was not just the dogs that were the focus of my lengthy profane-filled censuring.

I must switch topics.

My younger brother never got home last evening from his 'socializing' until well past 10 p.m., so once I put our Android TV Box into operation, all we had time to watch were an episode each of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, then The Graham Norton Show, and finally United States of Tara. During that time, I enjoyed two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I seek to keep myself stocked with.

If my brother is as late getting home this evening, he can amuse himself with whatever he may find on our T.V.'s basic cable package, since he does not understand the operation of the Android TV Box. Although I only have around $90 remaining in my chequing account and will have no further resources until my monthly pension arrives (late next week, I hope), I intend to do a little early morning grocery shopping tomorrow that I would like to preface with a decently long walk. Thus, I would like to possibly be getting up as early as 4 a.m.

My wife never did come home last night following her long day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She prefers the company of her friends. My sole purpose for her is economical, and that has been the way of it since at least 2013. 

When my brother and I got together this morning for some T.V., the only video we watched that I feel is worth mentioning was Dr. Joseph Mercola's June 15 upload to Rumble, an interview of a little under 1½ hours (1:23:28): Dr. Mercola and Randy Hartnell on Wild Alaskan Salmon.

Research suggests that eating oily fish once or twice a week may increase your lifespan by more than two years, and reduce your risk of dying from cardiovascular disease by 35%.

Compared to those in the lowest percentiles, those with omega-3 blood levels in the highest 20% were 27% less likely to die of any cause; 40% less likely to die of coronary heart disease, and 48% less likely to die of an arrhythmia.

If you want to maximize health benefits from fish, steer clear of farmed fish, particularly farmed salmon, and even more specifically, genetically engineered farmed salmon, which may end up being approved within the next two years — especially if you're seeking to improve your omega-3 to omega-6 ratio.

The ratio of omega-3 to omega-6 fat of wild salmon is far superior to farmed. Whereas farmed salmon has a 1-to-1 ratio of omega-3s and omega-6s (due to its "junk food" diet), the ratio for wild sockeye salmon is between 6- and 9-to-1, which is a more ideal ratio.

Avoid Atlantic salmon, as salmon labeled "Atlantic Salmon" typically comes from fish farms. Look for "Alaskan salmon," and "sockeye salmon," as Alaskan sockeye is not allowed to be farmed and is therefore bound to be wild.

I wish that I could afford to eat salmon every day, but I cannot even afford a feed of salmon once a month.

The video probably took us to 12:20 p.m., so my brother then sought some bed rest ere leaving for the afternoon and early evening to 'socialize' once again ─ a daily habit of his.

I had a very light meal, and then sought my own nap. He was gone when I rose. I had thought that my youngest stepson (24 years old) had left for work this morning before my brother was yet up. The lad's older brother (27 years old) had risen just before I sought my nap. And so when I rose from the nap to find that the front door was locked, naturally I assumed that no one was home but me.

Perhaps one of the lads returned whilst I was out in the back sunning, but the front door was still locked when I came into the house. Consequently, it was logical to take for granted that I was still alone in the house.

But enough of all of that.

It is into my early evening, so I am going to bring this post to a close and see about watching a movie while I enjoy a sensible supper.