Last evening I did not walk quite as far as usual, for I settled upon visiting the Green Timbers Liquor Store (Google Map) that is immediately adjacent to the Green Timbers Pub.
The walk exceeded four miles, but was definitely under five miles.
All I bought were an eight-pack of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and they cost me $15 because I felt compelled to tip back my change. I cannot afford to drink like that ─ paying $15 for eight cans of beer. I believe that I can still remember being able to buy a case of a dozen bottles of beer for something under $3 back in 1970 when I first began drinking the stuff at the age of 20.
Consequently, I am going to do my best to just shop where there is no guilted tipping.
I was back home before my younger brother had shown up, so I had control of the T.V. by the time he did get home.
Due to his tardiness, we were only to watch two shows, and he was his garrulously drunken self, so it is fortunate that the first was just an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show ─ episode two of season or series 21. Also fortunate was that there were no guests of interest to me.
However, he did spoil the next show with his annoying blather ─ I don't know why he's like this. He's been drinking with people since the early afternoon, and doesn't get home until well past 10:30 p.m. ─ why can't he just sit and be entertained by the T.V. instead of droning on and bloody on?!
The second show was The Rig ─ episode two of what is so far the first and only season.
What I truly find exasperating is when he blabbers on through some of these series, and then bitches at me that he doesn't like them because he can't understand or follow what's going on. In a recent instance I had tuned in the fourth episode of one series and quite early into it he growled in complaint something to the effect, "Is this another of something new?"
At times like that I just remain silent, or utter a barely controlled-but-long "No...."
When the episode last night was done, I just set the SmartTube app in our Android TV Box to play random YouTube videos.
My wife had come home from work just ahead of my brother's arrival. She was clearly appalled at finding the twin sinks in the kitchen piled full of dirty dishes (she had not been home since Saturday afternoon).
She ought to know better than to gripe my way ─ I wash every dish I am responsible for. Her two sons are the slobs. They can never use a dish or utensil twice ─ a new one is required every time they eat something.
Her eldest son is ridiculous where filling up the sinks are concerned. I will go to pains to thoroughly rinse out containers my wife has put leftovers into ─ IF I happen to be the person who finishes off what may be in those containers.
Then I leave the cleaned container on the counter. I have never used the dishwasher and never will ─ I always wash dishes by hand. But this idiot 29-year-old is something of a germophobe and believes that nothing is clean if toxic detergent has not been used ─ mere scalding hot water is not sufficient.
So even if I place a washed dish into the kitchen dish rack, he will remove it and plop it into the sink. And if it happened to be a pot, he will start piling his and his brother's heavily soiled dishes into it, eventually burying it under a mass of their dirty dishes.
I refuse to wipe my stepsons' arses ─ they are old enough to do that for themselves, so I only wash what I am responsible for. The sink can remain filled until their mother shows up to wipe their arses for them. It sure ain't my fault they haven't been trained.
Okay, enough carping.
I don't remember when I got to bed last night, but I hope that it wasn't any worse than 2:30 a.m.
Now that my brother is not having to leave here five mornings a week to drive his now unemployed girlfriend Bev to work, he doesn't rise as early as before.
As for me, I could have risen before 7 a.m., but I dared not ─ I needed more sleep, even though I only drank two cans of Cariboo Malt last evening.
I finally did rise just ahead of 8 a.m. My brother never emerged from his bedroom until at least 9:30 a.m., by which time I had control of the T.V. And so when he joined me, I used our Android TV Box to first tune in two short videos from Rumble's klaTVEnglish channel, both of which had been added on March 23:
Anniversary of the NATO attack on Yugoslavia – unspeakable suffering, unclarified guilt! (Film: “WHY? Stories of the bombed Yugoslavia”)
March 24, 2024, is the 25th anniversary of the NATO attack on former Yugoslavia which violated international law. For 79 days the NATO Air Force attacked Yugoslavia, dropping 14,000 bombs which killed more than 2,000 and injured over 8,000 civilians.
▬ IN TEXT FORM WITH SOURCES: https://www.kla.tv/10246
French President Emmanuel Macron does not rule out sending Western ground troops to Ukraine. Beginning of March an intercepted web conference of the German Bundeswehr revealed a possible delivery of German Taurus cruise missiles to Ukraine. German lawyer Peter Schindler estimates the chance of Germany and Europe being in an open war with Russia by end of June 2024 at well over 50%. The NATO bombing of Yugoslavia, which began 25 years ago on March 24, 1999, shows that this is by no means a far-fetched assumption. Countless reports reveal that this was a massive NATO war crime that has yet to be brought to justice. For this alleged humanitarian war operation, 30,000 to 50,000 missiles were shot mounted with highly toxic Uranium ammunition which caused a genocide of the Serbian people. How was this possible and what unspeakable suffering did it cause? Watch the following Kla.TV programs, which provide clear answers to these questions. Still the peoples have the chance to prevent history from repeating.
▬ IN TEXT FORM WITH SOURCES: https://www.kla.tv/12619
Thereafter we only had time for one further video that well exceeded an hour (1:12:54). It had been added on March 4, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: The Coffee Shop - Midget Wrestlers, Hustlers, Pimps, Prostitutes and a Vaudevillian Witch Doctor.
We return with another chapter out of Mark Groubert's insane life. When he was far too young for the responsibility, he was left to run his uncle's coffee shop in Times Square during the drop dead 70s. Whatever could go wrong?
This was a whole lot of fun ─ Mark Groubert was and is a major hoot!
I believe that it ended well enough ahead of 11:30 a.m., but my brother was set for bed rest. Peculiarly, I cannot clearly remember if I was still up when he left afterwards or not. It seems to me that I was back to bed for a nap around noon. My wife was up by then.
I never had anything to eat yet, but I was not hungry. When I later rose, I actually felt unusually hale. I even had some exercise out in the backyard tool shed as I awaited my brother's return with Bev so that she and I could successfully make her Employment Insurance application online after her botching an attempt yesterday.
I think that they showed up well after 3 p.m., catching my wife off guard as she sat in the dining area watching a movie on her tablet.
My wife has been withdrawn from me, so we have not been communicating. She is only ever friendly when she wants money, it seems.
My brother and Bev left after her application process was complete; and then just after 4 p.m., my wife left for somewhere without a word to me.
I had some further exercise in my brother's bedroom.
I actually feel rather good even yet as I type these words just ahead of 5 p.m., and I have yet to have a meal.
The day seems to have had a light rain predominating ─ maybe that has helped my well-being, for I do prefer the gloom unless I want to sunbathe, and I have yet to do that this year.
This is a bath day, but first I am going to watch some T.V. and have a beer (and maybe a cider). Back anon.
... Well! Not much after I had typed out those words, my wife returned ─ she had a load of groceries. She had only been gone about an hour. Thus, my T.V., drinking, and eating are curtailed ─ she is busy preparing a supper.
I have plans for a walk in the wee a.m., so I will not be sitting up late this evening. However, that light rain is no longer light ─ it's coming down rather smartly.
At this point in my day it is only 5:19 p.m., so I am going to suspend further work on the post for the present and see what befalls.
My wife was somewhat more communicative, and even ensured I had adequate supper ─ she even prevented me from partaking of a tray of several items that her youngest son had brought home yesterday and which had not been refrigerated. She had me return it to the tray and she herself discarded it.
She can be terrifically sweet sometimes.
I did get to watch some T.V.: FBI: International ─ episode 19 ("Dead Sprint") of season two. Apart from my supper, I had with it a can of Cariboo Malt prior to eating, and then a can of cider after the filling meal.
And then I watched some random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
By the way, early in the evening it was brilliantly sunny outside ─ one would have thought that we never had any rain at all today just by looking out a window!
I think that I shall sleep decently enough. Supper ─ my sole meal today ─ was quite large, and now I do feel relatively sleepy. The good feeling of earlier had remained, though ─ I wish that it could be commonplace, but days like this are depressingly rare. I would not even claim having one such per month.
It is after 9 p.m., so I am going to call this post complete and publish it.
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