Where Was I?

I had my walk last evening, possibly not leaving here until near 8:30 p.m., and hiking to the Green Timbers Liquor Store (Google Map) for 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt.

Oddly, I cannot remember if I drank a cider (6% alcohol) before leaving home, but I rather believe that I did not ─ only a little water.

It is a serious bugger not having government liquor stores open any later than 9 p.m. during the week ─ I detest walking anywhere during daylight hours. I forget exactly what the full bill was, but it was somewhere in between $33 and $34, so I generously told the cashier gal to make it $35 (and add the extra to the tip jar).

This is not something I feel in a position to be doing ─ tipping ─ for it probably elevates the cost well over that of a government liquor store. And as the Wikipedia article says:

Customers may feel discouraged from patronizing establishments using them.

Maybe once the weather starts becoming exclusively sunny for days on end and I can colour up with some suntanning here in the backyard, I may find it far easier to be getting out on a day walk to a government liquor store ─ and I will not otherwise be having to wait until early darkness returns in the Fall months.

It was probably at least 10:30 p.m. once I was back home, but nobody else was home. Thus it was that by the time my younger brother showed up just after 10:50 p.m., I had control of the T.V.

I put our Android TV Box to work once he joined me and led us off with an episode of Chicago P.D. ─ episode 21 ("House of Cards") of season nine.

I bloody hope that they do not intend to kill off beautiful Latina police informant Anna (played by actress Carmela Zumbado). But apparently the next episode will tell that tale.

Note that my brother basically passed out during the entirety of the episode after the first few minutes.

The second show I tuned in was Wolf Creek ─ episode five ("Shelter") of season or series two.

My brother voiced that he hoped that there were to be no further series, for the episodes are too disturbing. I think that this possibly contributed to why he was okay with watching one further show to essentially clear the distastefulness from our palates (which was my desire).

I tuned in Riverdale for that ─ episode 15 ("Chapter Seventy-Two: To Die For") of season four.

My brother retired to his bedroom after that. Overall, I think that I settled upon just two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), although I may have had a cider as well.

I always spend some time here at my bedside computer before I make it to bed, and so it was that the deciding factor there was to be the very late arrival home of my wife following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time.

She had her eldest son to socialize with, for he was still up. I did not wish to become embroiled with her concerning anything, so I got to bed before she came upstairs. (We have separate bedrooms).

Morning for me commenced around 8:18 a.m., if I am recalling correctly. My brother never emerged from his bedroom until possibly 9:30 a.m., so I had control of the T.V. by then and was set to use our Android TV Box to play a 44-minute (44:36) video uploaded back on June 16, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: The Big Gyspy Eviction (Full Documentary) | Real Stories.

Dale Farm in England is the largest Travellers’ site in Europe. For ten years, fifty families have illegally occupied green belt land they own, but are not supposed to live on. For ten years, the local council has been trying to evict them, but only now - after a bitter campaign that has gone all the way to the House of Lords - is the climax to this battle in sight.

This was most interesting, but the darned thing ended at the point when the eviction notices go-ahead was granted ─ there was nothing of the confrontation that followed, nor its aftermath.

Next I tuned in a 48-minute (48:07) video streamed on April 8 at Rumble's Man in America channel: The Mark of the Beast vs. God's Plan & Free Will w/ Clay Clark and Dr. Kirk Elliott.

It was a good programme, but most people do not have the resources to do what these three are preaching ─ and Clay Clark and Kirk Elliott have been steadily buying gold and silver for at least 15 years. Truly, I got the impression that host Seth Holehouse may believe that his audience is comprised mostly of upper middle class viewers.

Well, maybe it is. I don't know.

Anyway, we finished with an episode of the old British T.V. series Shoestring ─ episode nine ("Where Was I?") of season or series two.

I had previously recorded the episode onto a thumb or flash drive, so now I only need to find the final episode ─ we will have watched all of them.

Oh! I see that the final episode is available on YouTube!

The episode that we watched does happen to be available at this Dailymotion.com link (but not on YouTube), so I don't know if I recorded it from there or not.

My brother had his bed rest following the episode, whereas I had my day's first meal comprised primarily of fare my wife brought home last night. I was able to get to bed for a nap before she rose for the day ─ which she has off work.

My brother left for the day before I sought that nap.

The day has been primarily overcast, although the morning was quite sunny. I plan to try to rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk, so it would be nice if things were dry ─ I would like to have some exercise at the fairly nearby elementary school if I feel up to it.

Further on the home front is that my eldest stepson finally attached the new belt for our old Maytag dryer ─ the old belt had practically exploded, from the look of it. This discovery had presented itself early Friday morning.

After watching some YouTube repair videos, my brother was set to give up because the job looked too challenging (he is 71 years old), but unbeknownst to us my 29-year-old stepson had also bee checking out videos and proclaimed that he believed that he could do the repair job. He had even found the suitable belt online at Amazon.

So the lad went ahead and paid the $20 or so order, and the belt was delivered in the latter afternoon this past Monday. But since the lad had to work a 12-hour day shift that day and yesterday that began at 6 a.m., today was his first free day.

He will be giving the dryer and his handiwork their trial run this evening.

My wife put obvious effort into preparing a quality supper, and she also scoured out our bathtub ─ it had not been given such treatment since at least as far back as July of last year, so it sorely needed cleaning.

I managed to squeeze in some T.V. early this evening while indulging in a Cariboo Malt and a cider. The main feature was Katy Keene ─ episode three ("Chapter Three: What Becomes of the Broken Hearted").

I find myself somewhat repulsed by the displays of overt homosexuality, and after fairly enjoying the second episode, this one fell far short of that same estimation.

I am glad I will only have to endure the single season.

Well, it is after 9:30 p.m. ─ I must publish this post and soon be to bed.