Last evening's round trip hike to the government liquor store slightly exceeded four miles, and it was abominably miserable coming home. My left foot's lameness kicked in overtime, and I was no longer to walk with any urgency, all the while a freezing rain was drenching my jeans and gloves, and my fingers were becoming so increasingly cold that a block or two from home I had to take the gloves off ─ that actually slightly helped.
It was a Hell of a walk back home bearing 10 pounds of canned beer from each hand, my plantar fasciitis ─ or else an extremely deeply and extensively bruised heel ─ almost disabling me. I even wished that I could have phoned someone for help in getting home, but it is not something I could allow myself to do.
Is this resurging lameness to be my fate each week if I am to be buying a supply of beer? It is nearly sufficient to make me reduce my consumption, but at this time of year I tend to feel especially heartsick and need alcohol's emotional numbing effect.
My younger brother had not yet gotten home from his daily social drinking, so I attained full possession of the T.V. as I waited for him, lining up the first show I had planned for us.
The show was Westworld ─ episode three ("The Absence of Field") of season three.
My brother had been unconscious through much of the two previous episodes in this season, but for some inexplicable reason held onto his senses this time. However, he has such a limited functioning brain when he is drunk due to years of daily excess drinking that the season is incomprehensible to him ─ and it sure bloody did not help that everyone seemed to barely talk above a whisper while the mood music and sound effects blared. There were times when dialogue was inaudible even to me.
My brother began griping halfway through the episode that it was "doing nothing" for him. I don't think he even has a clue anymore who the characters are, so it is not helping that each episode seems thus far to centre around select few of those characters, making the series seem even more complex.
At its conclusion he ultimated to me that I was never to play any further episodes during our evenings together ─ he wanted nothing more to do with the series. We came to words, and I even identified that his comprehension problems were mostly the result of him being "brain damaged" ─ and it's true. But this of course offended him.
His souring of the evening entirely turned around what I was to follow the episode with, so I tuned in American Ninja Warrior ─ as it happened, the current season 16's finale episode. I hadn't realized we had reached that stage.
His mood improved, but it was all to mean little. At the show's concluding contest where the five remaining warriors were to compete on the (30-foot?) rope climb to see if anyone could do it in 30 seconds, my brother passed out and never saw any of it.
When the show finished, I then tuned in something of little importance where series continuity is concerned: The Graham Norton Show ─ the current season or series 32's episode six.
My brother remained unconscious ─ but for occasional mumblings ─ until the episode was almost concluded. Upon reviving, he declared it to be late enough for him, and off he went upstairs to his bedroom for the night.
Yeah, no brain damage there at all. Everyone passes out practically every evening of each day.
I have no intention of offering to him who won American Ninja Warrior ─ he can either ask, or just not know. I cannot stand the drunken persona that becomes my 72-year-old brother when he drinks.
Side note: he wanted to get out today during the noon hour to run an errand or more, but evidently the ignition interlock device installed in his van for the past four months failed him and his van would not start. Consequently he had to forego whatever errand(s) he had in mind. And soon enough he headed off on foot to catch a bus to begin his daily social drinking a little earlier than he otherwise would have.
I won't be sitting up with him this evening, though. Three evening's a week are sufficient.
At least I restricted myself to three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). My last Facebook post was at 2:59 a.m., so I am certain that I went to bed directly thereafter.
My wife actually got home last evening ahead of my brother, which was a nice change. She had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:30 a.m. this morning and after readying, was away on her fairly long drive by 10:10 a.m. at latest.
My brother had emerged from his bedroom this morning just ahead of 9 a.m., so he got possession of the T.V. even though I had risen around 8:30 a.m. I had been up earlier ─ around 7 a.m. after lying awake quite some time. I had returned to bed at 7:30 a.m. or so, and must have had a consciousness lapse from weariness.
My foot was so very incapacitated this early morning! It was all I could do to get down the stairs to unplug the Christmas lights that I had left burning all night. This is heartbreaking ─ I do not make a good invalid.
I am able to walk a little better this afternoon, but I doubt that I will risk a pre-daybreak walk tomorrow to the elementary school playground because I want to do some early evening shopping tomorrow ─ no four miles of walking, though! Nor 20 pounds of load!
When I joined my brother this morning for some T.V. around 9:30 a.m., I used our Android TV Box to tune in a very interesting video well exceeding an hour (1:13:28) that was published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: In 1974 PIERRE Trudeau Handed Canada To The BIS To Initiate Her Destruction- Interview.
Is the Bank of Canada working for the interests of Canadians or for the private Bank for International Settlements (BIS) Also- new laws put in place to make sure these people are ABOVE the law... and more information/discussion with Dan.
Show links: https://fournier.substack.com/p/is-the-bank-of-canada-working-for https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hj6Vm520PIs (The Great Melt Up/Inflation vs Deflation)
Odessa should only have guests ─ her shows are otherwise a flop insofar as I am concerned.
We were to watch just one further video due to its length exceeding 1½ hours (1:35:13). It had been published back on July 13, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel: Ancient World | Athens the Truth about Democracy (Episode 4).
Episode 4: If contemporary views of ancient Athens, Greece emphasize the peaceful and harmonious nature of that polis's democratic system, historian Bettany Hughes begs to differ. Hughes asserts that the West's establishment of Athens as the platonic ideal of democracy is hugely ironic, for that classical society in fact employed rules, regulations and traditions deemed unthinkable, even barbaric, in our modern age - from the widespread practice of black magic; to the view of women as demonic, fourth or fifth-class citizens forced to wear public veils; to the proliferation of slavery. Most incredibly, Athens relied on inner bloodshed, tumult and strife to perpetuate its existence and strength, declaring war every two years or so. Such practices were commonplace, even as the community soared to new intellectual heights and created wondrous sociopolitical ideals for itself that it strove to live up to and that would later form the basis of contemporary political thought.
I seem to be getting more smitten with gorgeous Bettany Hughes (as visual of maybe two decades ago) with each episode in this series! She should have been an actress ─ she was hot enough.
After my brother's midday flubbed attempt to drive somewhere (that damned device is mandated to remain installed for two further months) and then his departure afoot for a bus, I embraced a deep nap that only brought me to just into the midafternoon.
I blogged, but there was that despondence and anxiety that I ultimately surrendered to and early into the evening I ventured downstairs to the T.V. and used our Android TV Box to locate a source for 2017's The Christmas Cottage. I needed the alcohol boost.
Lead actress Merritt Patterson is unknown to me, so it took maybe halfway through the movie before I felt much bonding with her and her character. That is primarily the fault of the movie plot ─ I love Hallmark-style Christmas movies, but this one was missing the mark. The lead characters just were not people I could identify with.
Yet I led things off with a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) and then three cans of Cariboo Malt ─ it was all I could do to refrain from drinking anything further.
Still, the movie was okay, and I was able to resurrect some emotion because of distractions into my own life that it summoned forth, but of itself the movie lacked. Regardless, if you are curious about the movie, it is presently available at this YoMovies link.
I see that Sandy ─ my late old friend William's ladyfriend ─ has attempted to connect with me; but although I was desirous of giving her a call, the alcohol and Christmas movie were much more serious for my wants.
I am hoping to call her late tomorrow afternoon. I just need to be rid of these empty periods that plague me.
By the way, I see that unfamiliar actress Merritt Patterson has acted in a few subsequent Christmas movies, so maybe I will grown acquainted with her.
My drinking and reasonably late supper have me groggy, so I am soon going to get to bed. I definitely do not intend an early walk ─ it's going to have to be the backyard tool shed around 7:30 a.m. once it is daylit enough outside to be able to see in there (no electricity).
Enough blogging for today.
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