Maid Marian

X (formerly Twitter): Dr. Aseem Malhotra

Even having eaten a chicken drumstick with thigh early last evening (that my youngest stepson had provided me) before having the two cans of beer that I wrote of in yesterday's post, I was pronouncedly drunk such that had I the foresight to have brought some further drink with me, I was entertaining notions of such a walk that I would find myself wending through Whalley's backstreets in a bid to encounter a worthy 'working girl'.

But somehow sense was not entirely lost and I held to my boring usual five-mile+ walk. Unfortunately, just as I had left 148th Street and was beginning West down 96th Avenue (Google Map), I had the misfortune to almost immediately meet up with Charles "Stickman" McCarthy (if I am remembering his last name correctly).

Homeless Charles is a nice chap, and not a panhandler; but I had no time. I was eager to get home again to watch some T.V. and have a couple Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol), for at that point my walk was over half finished. I had also planned that I might undergo some brief exercise at the elementary school playground very near to home.

However, Charles was clearly in the mood for society, and soon enough on his wild conversational tangents that are difficult to bring him forth from, and impossible to comprehend.

He had been bound in a direction opposite to mine, but tying up with me, he was reluctant to part and slowly accompanied me for possibly darned near ¾ or more of a mile, dawdling along the way.

Early into our unplanned tryst, the time had been 10:53 p.m.

By the time we finally separated and I very much hustled the final 1½ or better miles for home, it was 12:18 a.m. once I was back. Originally when I left home, I had thought that I would be back by about 11:30 p.m.

Fortunately, I never suffered lower left leg and foot lameness despite my accelerated pace.

I found my brother conscious; and my wife was home from her Thai restaurant work, and was primarily shut up in her bedroom.

I was anxious to get Yellowstone playing on T.V. via our Android TV Box and a beer giving me the elevation that had long since burned off from the earlier drinks, but I knew that there would be no second show despite what I had hoped earlier in the evening.

The episode we watched was season three's episode eight ("I Killed a Man Today"). Unfortunately, my brother was essentially stupid drunk, and kept interrupting with nonsense observations and questions. For instance, we have watched every episode from the beginning, yet he had to ask me if the figure of lovely Indian lass Monica was the gal married to Kayce (old man Dutton's favourite son); if Beth was the sister of the two Dutton boys; and even if Jamie and Kayce Dutton were the two main brothers ─ he's just so damned senseless when he drinks.

He'll probably remember nothing of the show by the time we get around to the next episode.

After he went to bed, I had some supper. I blame it for spoiling the last part of my night's sleep come early daylight ─ I must stop eating so darned late. I don't recall when I got to bed, but it was likely around 2 a.m. or more.

I was first awake shortly past 6 a.m., but I kept seeking further bouts of sleep until I finally rose around 8:30 a.m.

I was to get control of the T.V. because my brother never emerged from his bedroom until after 10:30 a.m., which only left us time for one planned (by me) video via our Android TV Box. The video was 54 minutes, and had been uploaded March 17, 2020, to YouTube's FRONTLINE PBS | Official channel: Being Mortal (full documentary) | FRONTLINE.

How do you talk about death with a dying loved one? Dr. Atul Gawande explores death, dying and why even doctors struggle to discuss being mortal with patients, in this Emmy-nominated documentary.

“Aging and dying — you can’t fix those," says Dr. Gawande. This film examines the relationships between doctors and patients nearing the end of life, and how the medical profession can better help people navigate mortality. The ultimate goal, after all, is not a good death but a good life — to the very end.

It was strong ─ it made me reflect.

We did watch one other show that I had previously recorded ─ The Adventures of Robin Hood. Specifically, the episode was: The Adventures of Robin Hood 1950's TV Series / S01E05 "Maid Marian".

However, my source at BitChute has since become unavailable. Nevertheless, I located the episode at this RerunCentury.com link.

The actress portraying Maid Marian was Bernadette O'Farrell, who apparently died of cancer in 1999 at the age of 75. She was certainly a cute Maid Marian.

My wife rose for the day while my brother and I were watching a wind-up YouTube video before he sought bed rest; I also sought a nap ─ without having eaten. I was not feeling hungry.

I was probably not in bed too far over an hour, but my brother was gone for the day by then. My wife had to work the latter part of today, but she didn't leave on her drive until 3:30 p.m.

I waited until some while later before finally eating aught.

The day has had a lot of sunshine, but even if I felt myself to have the time for any sunning, I am reluctant when my wife is home. Besides, I am feeling 'off' today.

I will be commencing a Sabbath fast before sunset, so I want to eat a little more before then. But I also want to have a couple of beers.

I hope to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk, thus it will not be a late evening for me.

And sup and beer I did! I watched FBI ─ episode 22 ("Torn") of season five, during which I had two cans of Cariboo Malt. It was so darned hard not drinking anything else, but I feared repetitive urination, and I did not have any desire to leave my bedroom once I was here for the relative night.

I got most of the way through a nearly equally long YouTube video, but my brother arrived home, forcing me to shut everything down and escape to the upstairs. I will report on the excellent video once I have seen it.

It is now 9:57 p.m., damn it; so I must take my bow for this day. My cellphone alarm is going to have to be set for 2 a.m., and not 1:30 a.m.