The state of my left foot today following yesterday's two nearly negligible walks is such that I am reconsidering engaging any further dual outings ─ the plantar fasciitis or whatever else is wrong has indeed somewhat flared up.
I got back home last evening ahead of my younger brother, but he was soon enough here, preventing me from tuning in a show on T.V. that his enfeebled alcoholic brain cannot comprehend. My hope was to get the episode underway before he got home, leaving him no option but to bear it out.
As it was, the first show I used our Android TV Box to tune in was The Orville ─ the third season and entire series concluding episode 10 ("Future Unknown"); and my brother was soon unconscious, and remained passed out until near the episode's finish.
I may as well have had on the show I had intended.
Drunken Mr. Hyde cannot just sit and enjoy a show when he is conscious ─ he has to drone on and on with his simple-brained observations and whatever else might pop into his head. Consequently, I am forced to steel myself to ignore his prompts for engagement, or else his drivel will have no easy end and great swathes of what I have tuned in will be spoiled.
He becomes so oblivious that I can rise to leave the room and go upstairs to use the bathroom, and he will speak on and on as if I am yet there with him ─ it is as if my presence is unimportant, and all that matters is that he can hear himself speaking.
It is mortifying that he has become so reduced after years and years of daily intoxication. Despite the anger he causes me, I do feel very sorry for my little brother, for he presents such a pathetic figure.
Next I tuned in Yellowstone ─ episode five ("Under a Blanket of Red") of season four. A great episode as usual, but also marred by idiot Mr. Hyde's undesired constant commentary. Heck, he is so dense that when the episode was over and I was rising to again hit the toilet upstairs, he queried if it was the series finale?
I ignored the stupid question ─ such merit no response.
I then tuned in Doc Martin ─ episode six ("Don't Let Go") of season or series five.
By the time it was over, it had gotten rather late, so of my own volition I decided to just tune in a sitcom. In this case it was My Family ─ the premiere episode ("Absent Vixen, Cheeky Monkey") of season or series three. My brother had opened up a new can of beer, but by the time I managed to locate a working link for the episode, he had passed out and remained so until it was nearly done.
When it did conclude, he went upstairs, but apparently only to use the toilet despite it approaching 2:30 a.m. Nonetheless, I had sat up with his nonsense long enough, so I tuned off the Android TV Box and the T.V. and was seated here at my bedside computer when he sallied forth, quickly realizing that there was to be no further T.V.
He observed something like, "All finished, then?" So I confirmed.
Honestly, three nights a week of T.V. with him is all I can withstand.
My wife had come home last evening from work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ she showed up while he was passed out and oblivious during The Orville, and made soft voice to me of her recognition of his status.
He's shameless. I would hate for others here to see me like that even once, but it's pretty much nightly for him.
I only drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) in all that time, despite it being far nearer to 3 a.m. by my bedtime than I much care for.
Before my brother retired to his bedroom for the night, he imposed upon me to locate a government office for passport purposes that he felt to be in the White Rock area, for his fairly newly married daughter ─ who lives in Washington State with her husband ─ wants to get a passport with her married name.
They had believed that there was only some sort of amendment going to be involved, but I drew his attention today to the fact that it is explicitly stated online that any name change due to marriage will require a brand new passport application.
So now he knows.
This morning I was up ahead of 8:30 a.m., and before my brother emerged from his bedroom ─ but not by too much.
After we got together after 9 a.m. for some T.V. and I was to put our Android TV Box back into action, we were to watch a couple of Canadian politically-related YouTube videos (one at the Jasmin Laine channel, the other at The Elev8 Podcast); and then I tuned in one of the latest videos at Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel. Unfortunately her guest was an evangelist of sort, so the two only seemed to kick into high gear on religion and their mutual admiration, so around 10 a.m. I tuned out.
Instead we watched a half hour video uploaded December 25, 2019, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Our struggles getting pregnant | Off Grid Life.
Episode fifty-four, in which we're talking about our struggles to get pregnant and making sauerkraut and other ferments.
Please refer to the actual video description for some references to natural fermentation information.
As well, we watched an eight-minute (8:48) video uploaded June 14, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: A Lakota Love Story: How to Win the Girl on the Great Plains.
This video was inspired by Chapted 6 of Black Elk Speaks in which the author of the book relates a story from Black Elk, a Lakota medicine man, about a young man named High Horse. High Horse is in love and the chapter tells the story of what a Lakota man may have to go through in order to win the woman of his dreams. Its a fun story.
There is some controversy in regard to the book, Black Elk Speaks. It was written in 1931 and the author, John G. Neihardt based the book off of his interviews with Black Elk, a Lakota medicine man. But some of the book raises questions because some of the topics addressed by Neihardt don’t align perfectly with Lakota culture. It’s possible that in the translation of the interviews he made mistakes or that he changed some items to better appeal to his audience. It’s unclear. But this story is an interesting one and a fun window into the life of the Lakota.
We thereafter only got half way through an interesting 1¾-hour documentary, so I will hold on citing it until we have completed watching it.
It has been quite a sunny day. My wife evidently had her third consecutive full workday today, so she rose around 9:30 a.m. to begin readying and shortly after 10 a.m. left us on her fairly long drive.
Her eldest son had today off work ─ something I do not favour.
I will not be sitting up late tonight, for I intend rising at 3:30 a.m. to have some exercising at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away.
I am growing somewhat concerned of my beer supply, since I am limited by my left foot on the walking I am able to do now. This was partially why I only drank two cans last night.
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Well, my evening is well underway. And I have received rather momentous news from my eldest stepson.
He will learn this evening if he and his girlfriend have been accepted for the leasing of an apartment in Burnaby; but if so, then they will be moving in as of February 15.
And he will no longer be helping out with our mortgage nor any of the huge annual expenses upcoming: utilities in early April; home insurance June 14; and the monster property taxes early July.
Consequently I shall be informing my brother tomorrow morning when he is sober that we may have no realistic option but to sell the house and go our diverse ways.
At least now I have all the fortification needed to deny any more of my wife's handout requests for my monthly pension income.
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