No morning T.V. with my younger brother today. Instead, shortly after 9 a.m. we left to load up the rented U-Haul cube van my brother had rented yesterday ─ it was another load of his girlfriend Bev's filthy belongings. We were loading things she didn't even remember having, but at least there were no living or dead rats ─ only rat feces everywhere.
Incidentally, Bev was not even up when we arrived ─ my brother's knocking roused her.
With a load, it was to be our second trip to 'the dump' while Bev supposedly proceeded with packing up, but we got back to find her watching T.V. and drinking coffee.
The truck was to be returned today, but my brother first opted to drive me back home, getting me here roughly midday. My wife had not come home last night, so only her youngest son was home ─ he teleworks.
I was to have a rather good discussion with the 26-year-old. He is upset about Bev moving in with us because now that his brother has moved out to live with a girlfriend, the lad was hoping to use his absent older brother's sleeping area as a sort of office because where he presently works from, the T.V. is intrusive when we watch it in the daytime.
But he also said that my brother was considering moving Bev into where the lad's older brother had slept, making that Bev's 'bedroom' because my brother cannot bear to have to sleep with her every night and listen to her endless coughing. She is a sickly smoker with (I believe) chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD).
This is bad news for the lad because then he would be subjected to having his sleep disrupted with her coughing. He also explained to me how impossible it is to sleep at night when my brother and I are watching T.V., for there is no door to his den area where he works and sleeps, and the T.V. in the living room is practically in a direct line to his bed even though they are practically the house apart in a diagonal line.
He said that he is feeling at such an extreme that he would himself consider moving out, or else he's going to eventually suicide.
After our talk, it occurred to me that a solution would be if my brother moved out of the master bedroom that has always been his, and instead take over the lad's den area. They could exchange. I advanced this to my brother mid-afternoon when he returned after whatever chores he engaged with at Bev's home ─ he had returned to leave his van and then bus off to the Legion very near where she lives. He would engage his daily social drinking, and then walk over to her residence to check up on her.
I am unsure if he will cab back home with her, or come home alone by bus. Hopefully, either outcome will not be too early ─ I would like to avoid entanglement with him this evening.
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As night arrived, I began feeling rather anxious ─ probably last evening's conviviality and alcohol manifesting as something comforting to me, and now lacking in my present solitude and sobriety. It would have been nice to drink again and erase my sober self, while perhaps losing myself in an emotionally-affecting video.
My stepson went off somewhere, so I decided to have some supper while watching a show. I also had most of a can of Cariboo Malt that I had been unable to easily drink last evening.
So I tuned in Westworld ─ episode six ("Decoherence") of season three. I had my fairly light supper and then drank the nearly flat beer, noticing a wee bit of the alcohol's effect.
There was an extended scene in the episode in which actress Tessa Thompson as Dolores Abernathy simulating herself as Charlotte Hale gets her identity discovered, and in one fight with a big security agent she has her loose pantsuit jacket torn off to reveal a skintight silvery sleeveless top encasing her torso that revealed a most unexpected fit physique.
Despite how tight that top was across her breasts, they were still plenty ample; and her arms were surprisingly muscular, for her triceps were remarkably defined as she moved about ─ heck, this young woman was truly a turn-on!
My stepson returned towards the show's conclusion and wordlessly left a plate of samosas in the kitchen. When I discovered them after shutting down the Android TV Box and turning off the T.V. before coming upstairs here to my bedside computer, I could not resist bringing two upstairs with me to enjoy.
I must quit this post, for it is growing late, and I need to be set to get to bed to avoid my brother, especially if he brings Bev here. I rather think he will not, but I cannot be certain. It is 9:16 p.m.
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