Dreamers

Yeah, I had my walk last evening ─ to the Fleetwood government liquor store where I bought 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

It was probably around 7:15 p.m. when I left, for the store closes at 9 p.m. most days. And even though I had my roadblocks in getting there, for I needed to withdraw money for the venture, I arrived in time aplenty.

Rain threatened, and it was doing a pretty good job of taking control on the homeward hike. Nonetheless, despite drinking a cider before leaving home, and a Cariboo on the way back, I suppose I fared well.

My younger brother was here watching T.V. at my return, so when I later joined him and got the invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with the very last episode of The Good Karma Hospital.

It was a nice little series. A sideline that I especially enjoyed was whenever the strait-laced nurse Mari Rodriguez (actress Nimmi Harasgama) would loosen up and display tenderness and even her female side. I even began to recognize that she was rather attractive ─ in the last few episodes especially.

How about this?

Thunderation!

Anyway, we were to also watch an episode each of Yellowstone (episode five "Cowboys and Dreamers" of season three), and then 1923 (episode six "Ghost of Zebrina" of its first and thus far only  season).

I had grown so fed up with my drunken brother's seemingly uncurtainable blathering that near the termination of the latter episode ─ when a tugboat that a couple of young central characters were aboard was no longer being piloted and was about to be run asunder by a ghost freighter ─ his obtuseness and obliviousness were of such degree that I was not going to expend any effort in seeking to fruitlessly maintain his involvement.

So I did not suspend the episode for his return when first he ventured into the kitchen to open a new beer to pour into his beer mug, and then he forayed upstairs to have a pee, utterly dense to the sounds of dramatic excitement emanating from the T.V.

I'm done with that. If he cannot even hold his pathetically loose tongue and pay attention to what's happening, then I am certainly not going to suspend play of the show when I know he is too befuddled to likely even remember any of the episode by the time we next watch the series.

My wife had come home from work earlier in the evening. I am relatively certain that I was the last of the household to seek bed, so maybe that was around 3 a.m. ─ but I am guessing. By then I had consumed another couple of Cariboos, and maybe even another cider.

This morning I rose around 8:30 a.m., but spent overlong here at my computer. My brother emerged from his bedroom and had control of the T.V. by 9:30 a.m.

He did soon enough relinquish it once I joined him, so I put our Android TV Box into life and led us off with yesterday's three-minute (3:08) addition to cutie-pie Anita Krishna's AKStraightSpeaks channel on Rumble: Baltimore Bridge Collapse...on purpose?

My 2 cents on the Baltimore Bridge collapse on March 26, 2024.

I never wrote of it yesterday, but we had watched a couple of other fairly short videos about this suspicious catastrophe.

Then I tuned in an episode of Glitch ─ episode three ("Miracle or Punishment") of season one. Due to faulty links in the three or four main streaming apps of our Android TV Box, I had used a browser app and so we watched the episode ─ probably courtesy of UpMovies.net at this link.

Yesterday at best we had watched half an hour of a 1½-hour (1:28:58) documentary added July 7, 2019, to Bitchute's Adaneth channel: Gods and Goddesses. We finished watching it this morning.

A 2001 History Channel Documentary hosted by Stanley Bernard.

The world of the Ancient Greeks lives on today through its mythology. For countless generations prior to biblical times, tales of gods and goddesses were passed down by storytellers and interwoven into traditions and philosophies. Each city devoted itself to particular gods. But these gods also had human frailties.

Where did the pantheon originate? Did any of the stories in Greek mythology actually occur? This History Channel program delves deep into the stories of the Greek Olympian pantheon.

My brother did not pay too much heed to the documentary, and in fact was so anxious to get away to start drinking and playing some pool that he never even sought some rest before leaving for the day.

My wife had risen late in the morning ─ she was scheduled to work beginning in the latter afternoon. I let her know when I was set to seek an early afternoon nap.

In truth, I was to only have one meal today; and since my Sabbath fast commenced ere sunset, it would seem that for possibly the third day running I am eating but one daily meal.

It will be interesting to discover my naked body weight late tomorrow afternoon or early evening.

I watched a Christmas movie this latter afternoon and early evening whilst supping and drinking a Cariboo Malt and three cans of cider (two were 7% alcohol) ─ 2017's Christmas Wedding Planner.

Lead actress Jocelyn Hudon ─ unknown to me ─ was irresistibly cute. Oh, shucks, hot! And though she did look potentially familiar, and has definitely acted in material I have previously watched, no bells ring.

I felt barely any Christmas vibe ─ the movie was more of a Hallmark-style romance than a Christmas feature. For that reason alone, I have no desire to ever see it again, pleasant romance that it was.

I'm somewhat feeling ─ pleasantly ─ my drink. The day became rather sunny, so I am expecting that it will be dry overnight. I have a wee a.m. five-mile+ walk planned for which I intend to be rising at 1:30 a.m., and thus I will be getting to bed into the early part of the latter evening.

And with that proclaimed, I am going to deem this Good Friday's post concluded. It is nearing 8:30 p.m.