For the third consecutive night, my cellphone alarm was not required to get me up for my six-block outing (my younger brother thinks that it might even be seven blocks). The alarm had been set for 3 a.m., but I rose before 2:30 a.m.
I never opened my bedroom door to peek out and discern, but the T.V. was on downstairs and my suspicion is that it was Bev sneaking about. However, I have since seen that after my brother was home well into the latter evening yesterday, he drank a further half dozen cans of the beer he usually buys of late:
Its alcohol percentage is 5.5%, considerably lighter than the same company's Cariboo Malt at 7.9% that is my mainstay.
So might my brother have only then been getting rousted to go to bed? He was already drunk when he got home, and is pathetically weak at retaining consciousness once he sits down to watch T.V.
Or had Bev indeed been down there watching T.V. due to an inability to sleep?
I just hope that my youngest stepson's sleep was unaffected, for he had to report in and work at the office today (he usually works from home). When I turned on the T.V. this morning, I found the T.V. volume had been cranked up to '36' when '25' is perfectly adequate.
Bev is very hard of hearing.
This was the fourth consecutive early a.m. night walk that I subjected my damaged right knee to, but this time it was dry outside, although chilly, for it was not much above freezing. I think that any surfaces that had dampened earlier ─ things like sitting motor vehicles, for instance ─ probably had some frosting.
I am still running no races, and I find myself failing to sustain anything like a natural swing of my lower right leg. I try, but soon I realize that I have reverted to a more stiff-legged gait. And as ever, if I am not careful, I keep finding that a certain step involves too much, and the muscles alongside my upper knee feel like they are going to fail or spasm, and I am threatened with a collapse or buckle at the knee as a result.
Still, I might possibly have fared a tad better than I did yesterday; nonetheless, by the time my walk was concluding, my arrival home was most welcome. I feel very vulnerable out there, lacking stability on my right leg as I do. If I was subjected to a confrontation with anyone, my situation would not be much better than someone who uses crutches for a bad leg who was suddenly contested when those props were not present. I would find myself almost rooted to one spot because only my good leg can support me securely. If the good leg was not planted firmly, my bad leg would be effectively useless at supporting me and helping me keep my balance.
As I have said before, I wear a dagger on my hip, and I carry a Titan baton flashlight stun gun in a tote bag. But wielding either of these when unable to dance and dodge about would not be anything simple.
Yesterday I began considering taking an approximately five-foot sturdy stick that I once picked up last Summer or Spring during a long night walk. So today I fetched it off the backyard sundeck and I will give it a whirl if I go for yet another walk in the early a.m. of tonight. It is quite sturdy, and only marginally flexible ─ one has to apply a great deal of pressure to it in order to get it to begin to yield.
It may aid me in my locomotion, affording some of the stability to my right side that I now do not have. And with its reach, if I was contested by some threat, I could damned well use it with serious vigour. If the threat was unconstestable or overt and not just subtle, I would not have much compunction about jamming a rather dully pointed end directly into someone's face with the utmost destructive viciousness, even if the consequence to the threat would be lifelong.
People like that need to find other things to do than prey on those they deem to be the defenceless.
Anyway, I was back to bed well ahead of 5 a.m. ─ probably not too much after 4:30 a.m. And when I later had some sleep and decided to rise soon after 8 a.m., I was seated here engaged at my bedside computer with my back to my open bedroom doorway when my wife suddenly addressed me from the short hallway ─ she had already been downstairs. Normally on a full workday she does not rise until anywhere from 9:30 - 9:45 a.m., leaving on her rather long drive shortly after 10 a.m. to get to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
Evidently she had sleep issues and decided to get up early and had already boiled water for her preferred morning beverage. She alerted me that the water downstairs was still hot if I was going to have a mug of instant coffee; and she also let me know that her youngest son had already left to report in where he works.
She went back into her bedroom and probably shut the door, likely to try and get a little more rest. But she did leave for work by 9 a.m. or soon after. It might be that she had some errand to run first before she reported in.
I never went downstairs to take possession of the T.V. until nearly 9:15 a.m., but it was to be nigh another hour before my sheepish brother showed his face. I made some remark about his effectiveness at abusing himself last night with his drinking, which he did not deny.
By that point I had taken advantage of my youngest stepson's absence for the day and had begun doing my laundry.
As for T.V. with my brother, I used our Android TV Box to tune in a 2020 documentary that was just published earlier today to BitChute's ittabena channel: Trump's 40-Year Entanglement with Jewish/Jewish Russian/Italian Mob & FBI Investigation.
Although the clearly ill-slanted documentary was listed as running 50 minutes (49:52), I think that it must be this video identified by IMDb as being 52 minutes and titled Trump face au FBI. However, a very lengthy description of the documentary is available at this Top Documentary Films link.
It was very interesting and informative, but as I said, it was undeniably sponsored and produced by anti-Trumpers.
Soon after its conclusion around 11:30 a.m., my brother was set to return to his bedroom for further rest. He intended afterwards to get out to do some grocery shopping at Walmart a mile or so away.
A week or so ago I finally ran out of liquid whipping cream for my coffees, so I enlisted my brother to buy a litre for me ─ I promised reimbursement. Hopefully he did receive the $6.28, for while he was away I went online to my account and made a transfer to what I believe was his account ─ I have never tried this connection with his account before, but both of our accounts are at the same credit union.
I resisted seeking my early afternoon nap until he had returned, and then I let him know that my payment should be available to him (he does no online banking, so he will not know if the money is there until he receives his monthly bank statement, I reckon).
I sure did miss having the cream for my coffees!
It was just past 2 p.m. when I finally got to bed for that nap. Meantime, my brother would head off afoot to catch a bus and once more engage his daily social drinking. Will he be more sensible this time and get home early and in good shape?
Even if he does get home relatively early, if he is too drunk to remain conscious when he sits downstairs with Bev to watch whatever she has playing, I feel no inclination to get involved with him later if he revives and feels like having me come downstairs to take over the T.V. and use our Android TV Box to play a few of the shows he and I watch in common ─ he has not had that treat now for four consecutive evenings because he has been too damned drunk to care what Bev has playing.
It is presently approaching 6 p.m. My eyes are rather weary from staring at this computer screen, so I am going to rest them and my hunched over body by spending some time back in bed in welcome darkness.
Back anon.
★★★
My brother got back home no later than 8:15 p.m., I would say. And now he's downstairs watching T.V. and bantering with Bev as I type these words at 8:30 p.m.
I am going to watch a show here at my bedside computer while enjoying a beer, and hope to be ignored by my brother so that I can get to bed relatively early and not have to be sitting up late with him while I operate our Android TV Box to fetch episodes of our shows ... and of course drink further. Should a late night ensue, I will be going nowhere in the early a.m.
We shall see.
Maybe I will take this one last break and announce thereafter what will befall.
★★★
My show choice here in my bedroom was The Guardian ─ episode 10 ("Loyalties") of season one. These stories are unfailingly good. My source for the episode was this GOOJARA.to link. Supporting actress Erica Leerhsen was certainly an exceptionally beautiful young woman ─ only now at her Wikipedia biography did I learn that she is to leave the series midway through this first season, and I am not happy.
I was left alone to watch my show and enjoy a beer, but I think that my brother may have just now escorted Bev up to their bedroom for the night. Am I going to make it to bed?
It is 9:45 p.m. All I can do is try.
And I have just discovered that Bev is still downstairs , so I am securely able to call it a night.
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