I was successful in leaving here at 8 p.m. last evening on my five-mile walk so that on the return leg I would have time enough to stop a mile or so from home to do some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods. The store closes at 10 p.m., so I did not want to arrive there very much past 9:30 p.m.
I forgot my cellphone, so I was never able to monitor my time.
I hated the damned walk. It was broad daylight out there, despite much cloud. (Incidentally, despite the latter afternoon becoming remarkably sunny, by early evening we again had overcast skies and rain for some while.)
What I hate the most are the dog-walkers and their mutts. But I also hate street traffic, and nor am I fussy about all of the other pedestrians out there.
So when I reached the intersection of 100th Avenue & 148th Street (Google Map), I took to Salal Trail and followed trails until I came forth on Willow Trail at 96th Avenue, very near to Green Timbers Way (Google Map). In all, I may have benefitted from approximately 1¼ miles of traffic-free walking within the Green Timbers Urban Forest Park ─ and that is a minimum estimate.
Only once did I meet anyone ─ a smallish chap freshly leaving with his gear after fishing in Green Timbers Lake. There was another fellow still seated and fishing at that end of the lake, even though dusk was nigh.
I got my shopping done, and was not too long after 10 p.m. in getting home ─ possibly around 10:10 p.m. And although I fully expected that my brother would be already watching T.V., he was not yet home.
I put away my purchases and then dressed down upstairs in my bedroom. He was still not here, so I got access to the T.V. to watch as I pleased.
When he was still not home at 11 p.m., I gave up on him and tuned in one of the shows that we watch in common ─ Chicago P.D. The episode was season nine's episode 12 "To Protect".
My brother showed up around 11:10 p.m., but after he joined me he then passed out for the remainder of the episode anyway, so I deprived him of nothing by starting the episode without him.
He remained unconscious for possibly as long as 10 minutes into the next and final show that I tuned in ─ Yellowtone. This one was season two's episode five "Touching Your Enemy".
I feel it to be a tragic shame that he has no greater motivation in life than to get drunk every afternoon / evening with his drinking crowd. He cannot bear life without his other drinker friends. It will be the ruin of both of us, for I do not drive, and cannot get away to explore the hinterland in search of remote properties where it might be possible to live life as it should be lived ─ close to the land, with the unspoiled natural world all around.
I only had one meal yesterday, just as was the case Sunday. Yet naked early last evening when I was stripped down for a bath, I weighed just about 190 pounds. My only 'meal' last evening was comprised of two cans of the strong (8 % alcohol) that I keep in stock ─ I opened the first of those while watching T.V. after I had put away the groceries I had bought.
This morning I found myself awake at 6:14 a.m. despite not getting to bed until 1:30 a.m. or so last night. I visited the bathroom, then returned to bed in the hope of finding a little further sleep ─ I was experiencing an unpleasant brain fog due to the malt and the late hour of my bedtime.
Well, when next I checked the time this morning, it was something like 9:41 a.m. ─ I could barely believe it! By 9 a.m. I have usually already joined my brother to watch some morning T.V.
We were to only watch one video this morning. I tuned the 56-minute feature in on BitChute, but I now do not recall the source. Consequently, I will just offer this as a sample: Cult Of The Medics Ch.7 - Globalist Plandemic Depopulation Vaccines Evil Agenda.
The title explains the content well enough. The documentary series is excellent, and this specific episode was often arresting.
We watched nothing more because my brother had gone out to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, and then before returning he went for a haircut. Thus, much of the latter morning was gone.
Normally in his absence I would have taken the opportunity for some exercising out in the backyard tool shed, but I was wiped out ─ I needed a coffee before being able to handle that sort of overall trauma.
I did have the exercise during the noon hour, however, after my brother sought some bed rest following our morning video. I then fixed up my day's first meal, but I was only able to handle half of it ─ my stomach or intestinal tract had begun to feel afflicted. It became serious enough that I felt it needful to return to bed to attempt to 'hibernate' while recovering from whatever was amiss.
My brother left for the day meantime.
I will have the rest of that fairly small meal as the basis of my supper.
Our morning weather was dry, but the sky fully overcast. The afternoon became quite sunny, with lots of blue sky and sunshine, but some occasionally extensive white cloud masses drifting about. I could likely have sunned, but I prefer to wait for unmarred clear skies.
Besides, I was not feeling all that hale, nor was I inclined to devote the time.
I will be sitting up late this evening, so I hope my brother is not anywhere near as tardy in his homecoming as he was last night.
By the way, I set up some vegetables this afternoon for fermentation, a process that takes five days at most. I bought them last evening ─ a bunch each of organic beets and their tops; Swiss chard; and some oddly-coloured carrots and their tops. Those carrots were various shades of yellow to nearly black, they were so deeply purple.
I hope mold does not take hold and spread over the topmost of my effort. I will give the whole a stir after a couple of days, and each day thereafter. I did sprinkle Himalayan salt over the surface, but vigilance must not be shirked.
Finally, I paid our annual home insurance online today. I received generous assistance from my two stepsons, but the annual property taxes are due July 3 and are much more than twice the amount of the home insurance ─ what will they manage to contribute for that, I wonder?
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