Into the mid-evening yesterday, I had just finished setting up for natural fermentation a couple of containers of chopped up red cabbage, beetroots and stalks, and a fennel bulb and its stalks, and was about to break my fast ... when I noticed my younger brother's van out in the cul-de-sac and about to back into the driveway.
I was furious. Why does this have to happen to me? This is the very worst of Summer ─ that is, it does not get dark so danged late that there is every chance that my brother will be showing up before I can have a supper. I had also wanted to have a couple of beers first while maybe watching something on T.V.
Clearly, henceforth I shall have to store away the fixings of a supper here in my bedroom on Sabbath fasts.
I wanted to get to bed and not be tied up with my brother, for Sundays are my main grocery shopping days, and I seek to rise at 4 a.m. so that I can have a delicious big mug of strong instant coffee with the works, and otherwise leisurely take my time readying myself to be away by around 6 a.m. or soon after.
Full knowing that my brother would want me to put our Android TV Box into action, I alerted him that I would only be watching shows with him until around 11 p.m.
So I led us off with Glitch ─ episode five ("The Impossible Triangle") of season one. The series is certainly burgeoning in plot lines and getting most interesting for it. I just don't like the Vic character at all and wish they would just kill the prick off.
Then I tuned in another Australian series: Wanted. This time it was episode two of season two.
I have come to truly adore the Chelsea character as personified by actress Geraldine Hakewill.
By the time this one was done, my wife had come home from her full day working at the Thai restaurant. And I had drunk and was feeling two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). So I threw away caution and decided to watch a third show while having a third can of malt.
The show was The Plot Against America ─ episode two (or "Part 2").
There was a point maybe midway through the episode when I realized that my brother was passed out. I do not know for how long he had been, and it was not for too much longer, but it pissed me right bloody off ─ I had no intention to be sitting up, and was only doing so for his sake. This was my reward?
I think that it was around 12:20 a.m. by the time I got to bed, my cellphone alarm still set for 4 a.m.
When it eventually chimed, I was almost wasted. As well, I had been largely lying upon my back with my mouth open, and its inside was seemingly 100% dried out ─ even my tongue.
I rose, but the prospect of later going shopping was not attractive. I did go, however, although it may have been 6:15 a.m. or even later when I left.
I still had my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque from last weekend to deposit, so I did that just over ¾ of a mile from here, and then I proceeded along Fraser Highway for the Save-On-Foods outlet at Fleetwood.
I had just passed 148th Street by a fairly short distance when ─ while rehearsing just what I would be buying ─ I realized that the sole reason I shop at that outlet is because it sells wine. But I was not going to be buying wine.
So why burden myself with having to hike home my purchases for 2½ miles or more, when there is a Save-On-Foods almost adjacent to where I had deposited the cheque?
I turned back, but I ensured that I added some distance to my walk to give me a proper allotment.
I think that it must have been nigh 9 a.m. by the time I was back home. And of course, my brother was watching T.V. For the second consecutive Sunday, the carrier did not deliver the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to that would otherwise likely have had him occupied for a while.
This same non-delivery occurred April 13 and 20, so I lodged a complaint. The paper was thereafter delivered on the April 27 ... but apparently doing so exhausted the carrier such that it became impossible to continue making any further Sunday deliveries here.
When I next lodge my complaint, I am going to suggest just cancelling the subscription. Supposedly my newspaper subscription was extended by two weeks to make up for the first missed two weeks, so I will see what sort of reaction I get with a second complaint.
Anyway, I never got to have any bed rest following my outing. Once more putting our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in a 32-minute (32:34) video published two days ago by Odessa Orlewicz: HUGE Pandemic Treaty FAILURE Today- With Dr. Meryl Nass.
This is a good thing, a very good thing. Find out the details from expert/activist on this subject in my interview with Dr. Meryl Nass. merylnass.substack.com and www.doortofreedom.org and there is an update already since this episode was taped: https://twitter.com/OdessaOrlewicz/status/1789077505074397535
Next was a 48-minute video uploaded back on July 30, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Confronting the Unknown: Inside the World of Sleep Paralysis Attacks | Real Stories.
The Entity is a documentary into the phenomenon of sleep paralysis, the state in which a person cannot move as they pass from sleep to a woken state.
We were to finish with Catterick ─ episode five of the single season. And now there is just one episode remaining.
My brother sought bed rest after this, even though it was maybe 11:20 a.m. at most. I had my day's first meal, and was still up when he eventually emerged from his bedroom and left for the day.
Hell, it's just past 6 p.m. now, and I still have not sought a nap. But that is only because I sunned out in the backyard.
I officially sunned from 1:43 p.m. - 3:24 p.m., so just over an hour and 40 minutes. I've got a little glow on now, I admit! I sunned at just the right time, too, for the latter afternoon began to haze over. I only hope that it clears up for another sunning session tomorrow afternoon.
I want to get out this evening for a different shopping hike, but I will not likely be heading out until at least 9 p.m. Right now, though, I am going to lie down and maybe nap. That means a blogging break, in other words.
I don't know if I was down for even as much as an hour.
The clouding over continued.
Needing 'inspiration' for my planned walk, while drinking a can of malt and a shot of French brandy (40% alcohol), I watched an episode of Batwoman ─ the premiere episode ("Mad as a Hatter") of season three. Note that the drink was the inspiration ─ the entertainment only a marginal contribution.
Just prior to this my youngest stepson presented me with two slices of some sort of pineapple pizza, so the drink did have some buffering. Maybe that was why I could not really detect any influence from the can of malt.
He soon enough went out, leaving me home alone.
I find myself continually struggling with a looming ... well, randiness. I feel as if I need to find someone quickly who can get me grounded. Rayah keeps coming to mind.
It is nearing 9:20 p.m. ─ I must ready and get out of here before my brother shows up.
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