Even though I finished yesterday's post before I went to bed for what was left of the night, I was blitzed.
This morning I rose somewhere around 8 - 8:30 a.m. (I am possibly wrong), I felt so dreadfully hungover and short on sleep that I did not remain up too much longer than was required to get the gift packages ready for my two stepsons and my brother, as well as a gift pack of lottery tickets for my brother's girlfriend Bev.
No one else was up, so I was able to set these various gifts "from Santa" downstairs where they would best be found by the intended recipients.
I had nothing for my wife, for I needed to have gotten out yesterday to engage some shopping, but my brother and Bev foiled me by showing up here before I could get away.
So I went back to bed this morning, throbbing everywhere from the amount of alcohol I had taken in. Fortunately, there was no headache or stomach distress.
Nonetheless, I was not to check the time again until just after noon. I could have remained in hibernation, but I correctly surmised that others were by this time up.
I was to find that even my wife was up (we have separate bedrooms).
She no sooner realized that I was available that she enlisted me in filing an online complaint about recurring nighttime noisy by a possible trio of young South Asian males living immediately next door who frequently will blast their stereo at night for hours, usually with the base as deep as possible.
Apparently they were doing so last night, destroying her peace from 3 - 4:30 a.m.
I did not realize, but she said that a couple or so weeks ago when even went next door to complain to the culprits, and range the doorbell four times before one of them answered. Her youngest son had done similarly a couple or so months ago, but it is ever to lasting effect.
Both my wife and the lad have wondered to me if maybe these South Asian males do not speak much English.
Anyway, I lodged the complaint, supplying my wife's name and cellphone number.
The neighbour's stereo must be against the wall nearest our house, and thus there are only 10 - 15 feet between the walls ─ and both my wife and her youngest son (who recently turned 26) have their beds immediately against our home's wall that is nearest to the noisy neighbours.
So these young guys not work for a living? This noise can present on any night of the week ─ not just weekends.
But enough of that.
My wife was to leave shy of mid-afternoon, declaring that she had "another" party to go to ─ she had been at one before coming here early last evening. Before she left, though, she gave me an amazingly powerful little flashlight that even has a strobe effect. It is of course thicker, but otherwise its dimensions are squarish and approximately that of a credit card. She said that she had it ordered for me for me to take on my night walks.
Anyway, had not my brother and Bev been remaining home today, I would have gone on a good walk. I suppose that it is always possible that she may yest have him take her home if she is to have to work tomorrow, but maybe she has that day off too ─ I don't know.
I will withhold publication of this post until later this evening, for right now it is only approaching 5 p.m. Should I find myself on my own, then a walk I shall have!
Otherwise, we have watched one Christmas movie, and Bev and my brother are now watching the final plays of an NFL game. I began drinking anew, but that would not stop me from a walk.
If Bev and my brother remain here the evening, then more movies will be watched, and I will take in considerably more alcohol ─ I am feeling my anxiety from alcohol withdrawal mounting, so I am going to take my leave of this post and return to join them for the tail end of that game.
Apart from this, I have been very much enjoying the festivities! I just need to get closer to obliteration and shake this unease I am feeling ─ I certainly have the alcohol for it!
...Well, that proved premature ─ another football game was lined up for Bev and my brother to catch from its start.
So I loaded up on a huge serving of yesterday's leftovers and at that here at my computer, and finished off the day's second Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I am beginning to feel it, but the anxious loneliness still has presence. To be honest, for a while I was badly missing my wife.
I am going to head on downstairs and watch the game with the two fans. I need to drink away these blues, for of course tomorrow will be another day.
But I will add a few concluding words ere publishing this post later. It is now 5:49 p.m.
My brother left about 6 p.m. to take Bev home ─ she was scheduled to work tomorrow.
I started to put down some alcohol with the intention of energizing myself psychologically for a hike, but around 7:05 p.m. my brother returned for the night.
I was stuck.
So I have given up and am drinking ─ day two lost ... but enjoyed.
I am going to publish this unreviewed, for it is presently 10:58 p.m.
Goodnight.
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