Somewhat Behaving

X (formerly Twitter): James Melville

Last latter evening's walk was the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore not too far from Guildford. If I am remembering correctly, I left my bedroom at 9:15 p.m. and headed for the downstairs front door, leaving my eldest stepson unaware that he was then home alone.

I only brought one tote bag because I was not buying much.

Other than the walk itself, I recall nothing else worth writing about.

I arrived back home to find my younger brother watching T.V. I joined him after dressing down in my bedroom, bringing along two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) to enjoy some T.V. with.

When he issued his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, claiming that he only had it in him to sit up for one show, I tuned in The Rig ─ "Episode 5".

He was true to his claim, so thereafter I was left on my own. I watched some Udon Thani nightlife videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

No sooner did I figure myself done and was set to head upstairs to my bedroom than I noticed what was likely my wife finally showing up after having worked the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so I unlocked the front door and opened it a bit for her before I came upstairs.

She'd been partying ─ she tends to be more communicative.

She apparently wanted a meal before her bedtime, so she busied herself in the kitchen and then entertained herself at the dining table. Meantime, I busied myself here at my bedside computer until I finally got so weary that I had to put myself to bed and leave her downstairs as 'the last one standing'.

By then it may have been 2:30 a.m. ─ I hope no later.

Nevertheless, my morning was not to commence until I checked the time at something like 9:05 a.m. and rose with a bit of a shock. I had earlier checked the time at approximately 7:18 a.m., but that was too early, so I strove for further sleep.

I did not believe myself to have had much success, thinking at best that an hour had passed, so discovering it to be past 9 a.m. was most unexpected.

My brother was already downstairs watching T.V. He had on the Olympic Games, but after I joined him he offered control of the T.V. to me so that I could tune in something via our Android TV Box.

I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's hour-long (1:07:54) video from yesterday: Tony Olienick Of Coutts 4 Joins Show Calling In From Jail To Set The Record Straight About A Charge There Is Misinformation About. Please Listen To Him And Share. FIRST Interview Since Being Found NOT Guilty OF Conspiracy To Commit Murder.

FIRST Interview Since Being Found NOT Guilty By Jury Of Conspiracy To Commit Murder...Tony Olienick of the Coutts 4 Liberal government's political prisoners in Canada calls in from jail to explain his relief, but clears up some misinformation being spread by indie media about one of the lesser charges. Tony awaits the news on when he will be able to get out of jail, after a fairy tale was spun about him by the Canadian RCMP for the Canadian Crown/Liberal Gov. To help Tony and/or Chris get back on their feet for serving time for Canadians: helptony@protonmail.com and helpchriscarbert@gmail.com even 4$ makes a difference if we all pull together.

Next I tuned in an extra-long video nearly three hours long, so we only watched around 1½ hours of it. Thus, I will withhold reporting on it until we have completed watching it.

My brother then early into the noon hour retired to his bedroom for some rest. I had a meal; and then in the late noon hour ─ or so I believe it was ─ I sought a nap.

I was not to rise from it until around 2:30 p.m., by which time my brother was gone and my wife was up. She was to have to work beginning in the latter afternoon ─ her second consecutive partial day.

Because she was already up, I was thwarted of being able to comfortably get out into the backyard to sun. After she left for work around 3:10 p.m. or more, I noticed that her Hotmail / Outlook account only had one message in the Inbox ─ she had deleted hundreds of messages.

Whether deliberately or not, I knew that some from a certain lawyer firm were historically essential to retain, so I went to her Deleted Items folder (now containing 2,147 messages) and transferred them back. But that only accounted for seven items.

She had messages stretching back for some years ─ how many of them might actually have importance?

I texted her to report this, but it turned out that she had performed the deletion purposefully.

The problem is that the items in the Deleted Items folder will get deleted from there in 30 days, and be forever lost after that. So I think I will have to have a discussion with her in person, and try to impress upon her Thai thought processes that she might want to do some serious reflection as to whether there might have been other important messages she will want back before it is too late.

Due to this sort of preoccupation I never got outside to sun until nearly 3:45 p.m., but I think I may have managed an hour's worth of the activity.

As for the remainder of my afternoon, I worked on this post, and also set up half a red cabbage and three entire beets (roots and stalks) to ferment.

Early in the evening I had a hankering for a beer, so I used our Android TV Box to tune in FBI: International ─ episode two ("The Last Stop") of season three. It was a little difficult not drinking more ─ maybe even a shot of brandy.

However, I want to try to rise as early as 1:30 a.m. overnight to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk, so I suppose there is no sense in even slightly disabling myself.

I have been home alone ever since my wife left for work.

I see that it is now 918: p.m., and my brother has arrived home, so I am calling it quits on blogging for today. Bedtime soon.