Due to having missed a day of blogging as a result of having to help my younger brother load up a U-Haul cube van that he had rented to transport a load of his girlfriend Bev's belongings to 'the dump', this post is actually being composed on February 13, but I will backdate it's publication to the proper day.
We had sat up quite late February 11 (a Tuesday) watching our shows, although I believe that we only watched two of them because my brother was not able to drink as heavily of beer as he otherwise would have due to what was in store for the following day:
- This Is Us ─ episode three ("Katie Girls") of season three.
- The Rig ─ "Episode 3" of season or series two.
My brother then sensibly went to bed, but I remained up in pursuit of depravity. Enough said.
We were to watch some of our usual morning fare this morning; and then midday or very early into the afternoon off we went. My wife was to only work the latter part of the day, so she was home, as was her youngest son. The eldest lad had effectively moved out Tuesday afternoon ─ or was it prior to my brother and I leaving for Bev's home? Trying to remember now on Thursday, February 13, requires more than I find myself presently capable of ─ especially after last evening's beer consumption (I will get to that anon). But he and his girlfriend were finally moving into the apartment that they had leased for a year and which is located off in Burnaby fairly near Metrotown.
Concerning Bev's living conditions, I was appalled, to be honest. She owned hardly anything worth keeping, and the place was filthy with loads of rat feces and abandoned spider webs underneath the furniture. When I was in the kitchen, I actually saw a huge grey rat saunter from the open fourplex door to her section and pass into the living room, but we could not discover it when we checked. The verdict was that it was underneath one of the two sofas or couches ─ they both sat so low to the floor that it would have been impossible to seek to look beneath either of them without lifting up one of their ends.
But just outside her doorway is the tiny fourplex common laundry room, and we found two dead rats there ─ apparently an exterminator had been in the building the day before, so he likely left poison somewhere. My brother carted them out to a garbage can, but reportedly one of the dead rats had its head virtually removed ─ I can only suppose that other rats had possibly been feeding on it?
If Bev had more belongings, she would have qualified as one of those hoarders who live in squalor. As it is, practically nothing she owned was worth keeping. It is no wonder that she is so sickly ─ just being there for a short time was bad, but to actually live there?
Anyway, she did not return here with us in the late afternoon when we finally came back home around 5 p.m., for she was still supposed to be packing.
By that time my wife had long gone to work. And since it was so late into the day, my brother decided against his usual public transit to engage his daily social drinking somewhere, and so I was stuck with him ─ had this not happened, it would have been a fairly early evening for me so that I could rise quite early in the a.m. But instead, I was not only having a second consecutive evening of sitting up late drinking and watching shows with my brother, but we were to commence it early ─ possibly 6 p.m.
Tuesday evening I had drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). This time, though, I may have doubled that total ─ actually, I might have even had seven cans. I felt obligated to drink early and watch shows with my brother because he had stopped at a government liquor store so that I could buy four dozen cans (totalling $79.51) of Cariboo Malt with which to restock my supply. The nearest government liquor store is two miles from here, and over near where Bev lives, so it's quite a feat for me to even cart home two dozen cans on foot when six cans weigh five pounds.
As for shows, we were to watch the following in this sequence:
- Resident Alien ─ episode seven ("Here Comes My Baby") of season three.
- Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D ─ episode two ("Window of Opportunity") of season six.
- Seal Team ─ episode two ("Never Say Die") of season two.
- Yellowstone ─ episode seven ("Keep the Wolves Close") of season four.
- Lawmen: Bass Reeves ─ "Part III" of its only season.
- Star Trek: Discovery ─ season finale episode 15 ("Will You Take My Hand?") of season one.
- Doc Martin ─ season finale episode eight ("Ever After") of season or series five.
It was almost unbelievable that my brother watched all of these shows without passing out! But of course, we began on them when he was perfectly sober for a change.
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