In locating Riley's X account to include the link above, I noticed that she had posted about chromosomally male Imane Khelif winning Olympic gold today in women's boxing ─ you can read Riley's post here if you like.
Okay, about last evening's walk now.
I think that I left here around 8:45 p.m., finding it already nearly dark. Just a very few weeks ago, it was not even that dark at 9:45 p.m.
I am liking this. It means that I can now get away on evening walks earlier and earlier (I abhor being out in the daylight on walks).
And in the case of last evening, I opted to hike to the Green Timbers Liquor Store where I bought a six-pack as well as an eight-pack of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), rounding up the cost to $30 by way of tipping ─ I think the cost otherwise was something like $27.15 ... or even $26.15.
Government liquor stores close at 9 p.m., so they generally are out of my reach during the Summer due to the daylight. But maybe in a month's time, I'll be comfortably able to get to one ere it closes, and no longer feel obliged to be tipping as I do at private liquor stores.
I got back home to find my younger brother watching T.V.
After I had gone to my bedroom to dress down and research what to watch, I then went downstairs with a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt to enjoy while watching some T.V. with him once he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action.
He claimed to only have it in him to watch just one episode of something, so I tuned in The Orville ─ episode four ("Gently Falling Rain") of season three.
I believed myself to be drinking my first beer with moderation, expecting it would last the episode, or darned nearly so. But that was not the case. I had to open my second one and the show didn't seem anywhere near being finished.
So I checked its duration, and was very surprised to see that it was running something like a half dozen minutes over an hour, as opposed to the 42 minutes that most series' episodes run.
I never bothered mentioning this to my brother.
Nevertheless, once the episode finished, he felt himself able to handle a sitcom, so I tuned in Barry ─ season three's episode six ("the wizard"). Boy, in reading that episode description, I have to admit that I do not remember some of it! I think I added a Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol) to the two beers when I had finished them both.
My brother remembered nothing of the previous Barry episode, not realizing that the series had advanced eight years in time. And he's probably not going to remember much more the next time I tune the series in because he passed out about halfway through the episode last night.
When the episode was done, I just played random 1960s music videos on YouTube via the SmartTube app until my brother roused; after a while, he gave it up and took himself upstairs to his bedroom.
I remained up quite some time, but I cannot estimate my bedtime.
By the way, my wife arrived home during The Orville after being away the previous two nights. She had a full workday scheduled for today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and may have risen as early as 8:30 a.m. this morning. She left us around 9:10 a.m., but was back unexpectedly around 9:50 a.m., claiming to have forgotten something.
She left again soon past 10 a.m.
She can be amusingly odd at times.
Of the videos my brother and I were to watch this morning, I will mention two.
One was six minutes (6:20) ─ a 2006 or so repost by Odessa Orlewicz yesterday: This Is Why The UN & Billionaires Are Relocating Humans From War Torn Nations. It's All Big Business & Economy.
In some countries we would cease to exist in the near future... empty houses, empty schools, empty businesses, and empty streets. We would become ghost towns. Mathematically many countries were/are not replacing ourselves as it has become too expensive. We all know the diverse array of reasons we can't afford children anymore and how Western women are encouraged to NOT be "just moms." The big players know this. My American friend who worked for the US government checked more recent stats. I posted that here:
https://x.com/OdessaOrlewicz/status/1821641540705644818
The second video was 2¼ hours (2:18:32), and this specific source was published March 4 at Rumble's The Gateway Pundit channel: FREE WORLDWIDE RELEASE! "Let My People Go" by Dr. David Clements - Watch It Here!
Here is the full free version of "Let My People Go" by Professor David Clements. This film provides an all-out assault on rigged election machines and software, with a mandate to throw them out and bring honesty back to our elections.
This was so convincing that I do not understand how America has not stood up and denounced the fraudulent last election. But there is so much corruption at all levels that only God will ever be able to correct it all. Of ourselves, we are lost.
Following the video, my brother sought some bed rest. I had a meal, and was to bed for a nap when he emerged from his bedroom and left for the day. He actually showed up home again at 7 p.m., and was passed out in front of the T.V. 20 minutes later.
I got in some afternoon sunning of well over an hour, beginning just ahead of 3 p.m. But I certainly had trouble getting up from my nap. Doing so required several stages, each of which saw me lying for some time in whatever new position I had assumed in seeking to get myself up ─ I felt so in dire need of more sleep.
Concerning my sunning, there came a point when I noticed a smallish bumblebee come to alight on either a dandelion or else a catsear (or false dandelion) flower. This particular flower's stem was bent over and near to the ground, and the flower itself was hidden from my sight by a dandelion leaf, so I could not see the bumblebee after it lit on the flower.
A suspicious amount of time passed ─ I would say well over a minute ─ and still the bumblebee did not rise aloft from the flower. And then I saw it come into view when it attempted but failed to lift itself aloft by much.
If dropped to the mostly dead lawn, but worked its way to a living clump of dandelion leaves, and proceeded to bury itself beneath the leaves and out of direct sunlight.
Anon I finished my sunning session and I began to seek the bumblebee, thinking to maybe fetch a container in which to tote it to the shaded side of the house where I had watered garden plants.
I had a dickens of a time carefully sighting the bee, but at last I finally discovered its hiding spot. I fetched a paper coffee cup into which I had run some water, and I also had a dollop of honey below the rim and just inside the cup.
But I again had such difficulty detecting the bee that I decided not to disturb it any further, and I just spread the bit of water around the general location. At this point shadow from the house was creeping in that direction and was maybe two feet away, so I concluded that maybe the bee was best left alone and that the advent of the house shadow might be all the rescuing the bee might require.
My hope was that a hunting wasp would not locate the bumblebee before the bee was able to recover, if indeed there was to be any such recovery. Fingers crossed.
Once I was back into the house, I soon enough commenced work on this post.
I will be starting my Sabbath fast at sunset ... well, actually, I was eating here at my bedside computer when my brother showed up, so in that sense my fast will have begun well ahead of sunset.
Notwithstanding, to ease into it ─ and enhance my intention of having a five-mile+ walk in the wee a.m. that I hope to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for ─ I opted to watch something here on my bedside computer while enjoying some brews.
I watched The Rookie ─ the premiere episode ("Strike Back") of season six. If interested, I watched the episode flawlessly at this Supernova.to link.
Excellent fare! In fact, I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop cider. The stuff had better not impair my time abed until 1:30 a.m. once I do get to bed!
At present it is 8:46 p.m., so I am going to publish this post and pave the way for my bedtime that could be as early as 9:30 p.m. if I have sufficient sense.
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