Oh, the insurmountable upset last evening!
I had left on what I was planning to be the 5.625-mile round trip hike to do some light grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore, and was at least three blocks into the walk when my cellphone chimed.
It always takes a lot of inner steeling for me to go anywhere in the evening ─ even after dark ─ because there are so many damned people all over the place. They are primarily South Asians, and too often they are young men ─ rarely are these guys alone. They can seem aimless, just loitering. And many times I will have to walk down a street with a distant vehicle parked with its lights on, blinding and illuminating me as I tread in its direction for as much as a block or more.
It infuriates me.
So yes, I do not enjoy having evening walks ─ it is why I often drink a couple of brews before I leave home.
Anyway, I saw that the caller was my brother. I suspected what was up, for I had locked up the house because no one else was home.
The drunken fool did not leave home with his house key.
He began growling his anger about how ─ and I am of course putting words into his mouth ─ the universe (or at least the household) conspires to make his life as difficult and inconveniencing as possible. Not only was he drunk, but he needed to evacuate his bowels.
Thus, due to his utter senile stupidity, I had to walk back home, and everything I had undergone in the three or more blocks had been for nought.
It was already well past 9 p.m. when I had left, and now it was around 9:30 p.m. once I was back home.
I found my brother hulking about in the dark, but silhouetted against our motion sensitive light near the front door.
It seems he had remembered that there is a portable toilet booth at a house construction site just to the other side of one of our neighbours, so he had used that ─ but too late. I had no interest in those details, so I do not know just how bad his 'accident' was.
But everything was gone that I had managed to muster to get me away on that walk. I had nothing remaining, having futilely walked at least ¾ of a mile for nothing. I could not confront re-walking the terrain I had already covered ─ twice (outward and then back home again).
So I shut myself up into my bedroom ─ I was not going to watch any bloody T.V. with my idiot brother once he finished cleaning up and changing clothes. I wanted absolutely zilch to do with him.
There was nothing for it but for me to soon enough get to bed and have some sort of early a.m. walk overnight. My next normal scheduled early a.m. walk in is the wee hours of Thursday, so I cannot do anything much Wednesday (today) evening ─ I have to retire relatively early so that I can rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for my usual Thursday early a.m. five-mile+ night walk.
I went to bed without setting my alarm, since I was not going to be having a usual walk. Whenever I next became conscious, I would rise and ready and head away on some sort of hike.
Well, damned if I could sleep! I expect that I was awake long past midnight; and even after that, I never managed any serious bouts of slumber. It sounded like there were always people ─ South Asians ─ babbling away in our cul-de-sac, for I dared not close my bedroom window. The bedroom air was quite stifling.
At last I decided to check the time, for it sounded as if maybe my brother and my two stepsons (and my wife if she had come home after working the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time) had all gone to bed.
And so it nearly was ─ my youngest stepson was just about to have one of his annoying late night showers, even though it was already 2:45 a.m. There was nothing for me to do but remain in my shut up bedroom and wait him out so I could use the toilet.
I had resolved that I would make a walk through Whalley. This would require a little sprucing up ─ not like one of my normal walks that mainly involved the Green Timbers Urban Forest roadways. After all, I might even meet some overtly friendly and attractive 'night lady'.
Well, that never happened, I can report.
I was not to be on my way until 3:16 a.m. ─ that was the time once I was outside the re-locked front door.
Alas, I miscalculated just how much distance I would be covering, so I ended up shortchanging myself, I later realized. Instead of the five miles I was believing I was achieving, I later understood that I only put in four miles. So that, plus the ¾ of a mile I acquired in the evening before, failed to yield a full five miles.
But obviously it was far better than having done nothing to atone for the failed earlier walk.
It was 4:40 a.m. once I was back home and outside the locked front door ─ that was when I realized my miscalculation. There was no way that I could have walked five miles at a normal pace in just less that 1½ hours.
I got back just as my eldest stepson was rising to begin readying for work, so I shut myself into my bedroom. He starts work at 6 a.m. when he has a day shift, so he would not be leaving on his fairly long drive to Tree Island Steel until probably at least 5:15 a.m.
I waited him out because I had not supped as yet; but I also wanted to have at least one Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and watch a show on T.V. before returning to bed.
And that is what I did. Using our Android TV Box, I watched The Rookie on T.V. downstairs ─ season six's episode two ("The Hammer"). That episode was fun! And the women looked gorgeous in their various wedding attire.
I was gobstruck by a scene where actress Lisseth Chavez as character Celina Juarez is wearing a tight red dress and is angling across a street in the night to her parked car ─ her calves were fabulously muscled as she made that trek in her heels under night street illumination.
And the young woman is very beautiful, too!
Following the show, I was likely to bed by ... oh, heck, I don't know! I rose again at 9 a.m. and estimated that I had probably been in bed maybe two hours.
My brother was just then about to emerge from his bedroom and go downstairs to watch T.V., so I did soon join him.
When I got to activate our Android TV Box, I tuned in a 1½-hour (1:33:52) video published August 29 at Rumble's Action4Canada channel: UNDRIP, Genocide And The Empty Graves With Tanya Gaw & Michelle Stirling, Aug. 28, 2024.
What does UNDRIP and so-called Genocide have to do with Canada’s abundant natural minerals and resources and the Truth and Reconciliation campaign? Michelle Stirling, author, researcher, columnist and blogger, joins Tanya Gaw to provide a thoughtful and well researched presentation laying out all the facts about what is really going on and who will benefit from it. Michelle is a former member of the Canadian Association of Journalists who has researched and written many articles, as well as two books, exposing the truth behind the lies of the unmarked graves, residential schools and the media’s irresponsible participation in spreading misinformation.
Weekly Newsletter:
https://action4canada.com/empower-hour-michelle-stirling-historical-insights-undrip-graves-resources-and-climate-change-aug-28-2024/
Michelle’s Medium page:
https://medium.com/@UndauntedArtz2
Decolonize the Half-Truths and Alienation Indigenous Death Cult https://medium.com/@UndauntedArtz2/decolonize-the-half-truths-and-alienation-indigenous-death-cult-cd400151eed3
Michelle’s website:
https://michellestirling.com/
Michelle's presentation was extremely informative.
I next tuned in the final and fourth part of a miniseries titled Fair Stood the Wind for France ─ we had previously watched the other three parts, each of which have fallen short of an hour by just a few minutes.
We enjoyed it, but it would have been wonderful if an entire ongoing series had been created from it that offered far more detail, and carried on with the lives of the two central characters back in England.
If you're lucky, you can watch the first two parts of the series on YouTube here, and the second two parts here. I cannot recall if there were video issues with the first two parts, but part four had a volume disappearance three or four times for a reasonably short period each.
The extremely naturally beautiful French heroine was played by actress Cécile Paoli, who apparently turned 63 this year on New Year's Day.
My brother sought bed rest after the show. I got too involved in too much, and had still not sought a needed nap when he emerged and drove forth on whatever business he had and then returned to leave again on foot to catch a bus and begin drinking.
This dalliance of mine was a shame because I wanted to sun this cloud-free day. But it was around 2:30 p.m. when I went back to bed, and sadly past 4 p.m. when I rose. I did not allow myself sufficient time.
I had not even begun to commence this post. And even doing so instead of sunning, I have managed to expend so much time that it is after 9 p.m. right now and I must hasten to finish and get this published. As said before, I would like to try and be in bed by 9:30 p.m. to ensure a comfortable rising at 1:30 a.m. for my intended walk.
My wife did not come home last night, by the way.
I should also mention that my brother wrote out his monthly expenses reconciliation cheque to me last evening despite being drunk ─ I found it on the coffee table in the living room early this a.m. I doubt that I will bother to deposit it during my walk, but I do intend another walk tomorrow evening ─ likely then is when I will make the ATM deposit.
It's a tad over $300, and is presently most welcome.
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