As soon as I was to bed last evening, it flooded over me that there was no true sense in going to the bother of depositing any of Bev's $400 to put towards the upcoming April 2 annual utilities bill. Better that I just keep the money on hand for personal needs to save having to make any withdrawals for the next couple or more months.
Besides, my monthly pension was directly deposited into my chequing account today anyway, so the money is there to cover that upcoming billing.
It was raining rather hard when I went to bed, and soon very hard. Sleeping as ill as usual, I eventually felt the need to check the time to see if it was yet anywhere near the cellphone alarm setting of 3 a.m.; and seeing it to be 2:25 a.m., that was near enough ─ I rose.
And still the rain was steadily falling.
Thus, even though I was only going to have my usual six-block or so walk to exercise my damaged knee, I chose to bear an umbrella. After all, it sure ain't like I can start jogging like I could as a much younger man when I started getting badly wet and cold.
Also, I wanted to bring along my Titan baton flashlight stun gun. It would be carried beneath my heavy jacket, the base of the device inserted into my left jean's pocket, so I needed to ensure that my upper body was sheltered from a drenching.
The walk was to be unremarkable, apart from passing at a sheltered bus stop someone wearing a hood and seated on the bench, and leaning right forward across his (or her?) knees, apparently either asleep or else in some state approaching sleep.
After I was home some while, maybe around 4:30 a.m. my brother emerged from his bedroom, probably too uptight to sleep over his trepidation about having to attend the first of two consecutive days of mandated Responsible Driver Program (RDP) Workshops in Langley from 9 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.
The site was to be the Langley Community Services Society Welcome Centre at #100-6470-201st Street (Google Map).
I suspect that this will cement his determination to never drive again after he has been drinking. For months now he has bused away anytime he has intended to go drinking.
I think that I returned to bed before 5 a.m., and I saw that all was darkness downstairs ─ he had apparently bedded down on the chesterfield, probably believing that not being exposed to Bev's all-night recurring COPD coughing.
I was to rise well ahead of 7:30 a.m., I believe; already, my brother was up again, and probably reading at the dining table.
Then before it was yet 7:50 a.m., he announced that he was leaving ─ he was unsure of the location; and since we live in the Whalley area, he had no idea on what to expect by way of traffic conditions.
I sincerely felt sorry for the poor guy ─ such a long, dreary day without much sustaining sleep. I well know that I would be drooping in my chair at this boring event, my eyes fighting me to close, and my head to droop.
At least the rain had stopped by this time, if I am remembering correctly.
I was left with no choice but to watch some morning T.V. on my own. Two or three of those videos were concerning Thailand bar street scenes, but one sensible video was eight minutes long and had just been uploaded earlier in the morning to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Robert Fife smears Pierre and takes a swipe at Chandra too.
Globe and Mail are having a field day, smearing anyone who gets in Con Carney's way.
All else I watched was a 47-minute video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Shocking Cover Up By Health Canada Re: Bipolar Disorder - A Must See Interview.
The documented (with proof) important story of a significant win against Health Canada corruption, but they are still lurking in the shadows...
Matadorfilms.ca
Truehopecanada.com
This just breaking: My brother showed up at 4:30 p.m., so his workshop clearly was closed down for today by 4 p.m. at latest.
I also want to mention that the mortgage renewal paperwork showed up in today's mail, and is to be returned to the bank by April 15. Disappointing to me is that the very cheapest fortnightly payment being offered is $129.05 more than what we are presently paying, and is a four-year fixed term.
I shared this arrival with my resident stepson, but he correctly pointed out that my brother is going to have to be brought in on the conversation, for I have allowed him to be basically 'grandfathered' into an original mortgage payment that was less than $400 fortnightly ─ after all, he was not consulted both times that my wife and I underwent a remortgaging so that she could have access to a line of credit to waste on two separate Thai restaurant ventures that both failed.
I have no idea what sort of original retirement fund he built up for himself over his working life, so it may be that he is unable to (as well as unwilling to) contribute more.
Anyway, this is a bath day for me, so I am going to take a break now at 4:58 p.m. to deal with that.
★★★
My bath was easier than it was even just four days ago when I had my last one. I found myself able to actually step forward into the tub with my bad leg ─ the knee now bends sufficiently. Likewise for being able to sink back into a lying posture in the tub. And whilst seated in the tub, I was able to lift my bent bad leg sufficiently to barely be able to use a face cloth to wipe the entire sole of my foot ─ the full heel had been just a bit inaccessible due to the restriction of my knee.
But I still cannot go up stairs by alternating the steps with each foot, and in coming down I have to be tremendously cautious that I remain stiff-legged or else run the very real risk of my leg collapsing due to absence of muscular support at the lower quadriceps adjoining my knee.
I have managed to carefully take a single step up the stairs, however; but it requires concentration. To try it a second time finds me only able to sort of heave myself up ─ I cannot carefully focus the quadriceps muscles to concertedly do the job of bearing my weight up the step as I was able to do the first time.
And then even that ability to mostly heave myself upwards is taxed, so a third step is seemingly out of my range.
... My brother nicked me as I was completing that last statement ─ he wanted me to join him downstairs and operate our Android TV Box for some T.V. shows because he wanted something more than Bev's choices.
That led to three shows and as many beers for me:
- Star Trek: Discovery ─ episode two ("New Eden") of season two. It was actually pretty good.
- Doc Martin ─ episode two ("Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?") of season or series six.
- A Touch of Frost ─ episode two ("Dead End") of season or series 14.
Bev largey steered clear, preferring to end the evening with T.V. upstairs in their bedroom.
My brother had some flagging consciousness during Star Trek: Discovery; but he missed out on a huge swath of A Touch of Frost, never watching any of the last part of the show, and for quite some length. Thus, he knows nothing of its resolution.
Why the weak-brained fool just does not go to bed boggles me. He is still snoring unconsciously downstairs instead of sleeping in bed for his workshop session tomorrow. But he is 72 years of age ─ he needs to be learning some sense on his own by this time in life, one would expect.
Oh ─ at 11:48 p.m. he has roused and begun turning things off downstairs. Well!
I must get to bed. There of course will be no overnight walk; and I only had one meal today. It is now 11:57 p.m.
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