Whose?

Thinking that I might possibly make the early walk to the pharmacy approximately four blocks away, I did not rise too much into the wee a.m. today ─ I think it might have been right around 5:15 a.m. The pharmacy opens at 8 a.m.

I actually was all dressed to go and had gotten downstairs very little after 7:45 a.m., but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't bring myself to foray forth in the daylight with my walking stick and my disabled right leg.

For one thing, I would have to stash the five-foot stick, for I would not likely be able to bring it into the store ─ nor would I much care to.

But mostly I simply did not wish to be the public spectacle I feel I would be.

This was discouraging.

So I returned to my bedroom and was quickly back to bed to rest a while as I awaited my younger brother's emergence from his bedroom for morning coffee and some T.V. once he had leafed through the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to. 

But the day was not to be a complete loss, by any means.

Anon I did hear my brother come forth from his bedroom and go downstairs, but I never joined him until maybe 9:15 a.m.

A news item on the programme he had on stated that today and tomorrow were the last opportunities to take advantage of advance voting in the federal election. When I commented upon that, my brother let me know that he had been planning on getting out this morning to vote.

So a half hour or so later, we got ready to head out and do it. My vote would be for our local People's Party of Canada (PPC) candidate, but I have a hunch that my brother joined the camp of people desperate to have anyone in just to be rid of the Liberals, so he may well have voted Conservative. But I just do not trust them.

As I say, though, this is a hunch. I do not know who he voted for.

It was a quick process. In fact, there may only have been one other voter ahead of us who was casting his vote at one of the stations at Queen Elizabeth Secondary.

Back home with the deed done, I was to activate our Android TV Box to watch some further T.V.

First up was a 27-minute (27:45) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: The Unhinged Response of CBC and CTV + police protecting the Liberals, no matter what.

Then I tuned in the long documentary we had not gotten too very far into yesterday, and continued with it. But we're still not done with it, so I am not prepared yet to identify it. Once again, my brother wanted some bed rest.

I took advantage too because he had talked of going to the government liquor store because Bev wanted another four-litre box of her preferred white wine.

I can't say that I napped, but when I rose again it was to realize that Bev was watching T.V., so she had gone downstairs without me being aware.

Even my wife may have risen by then ─ I now forget. In fact, yes, she may at this time have been seated out on the backyard sundeck enjoying a hot beverage and entertaining herself with her smartphone.

And now I remember ─ she had actually risen earlier while my brother and I were watching the documentary. She was scheduled to start work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

When my brother soon enough emerged from his bedroom and sat for a time watching T.V. with Bev, she soon returned to their bedroom to apparently ready, and he came upstairs to invite me to do the same.

Then as we were set to go, I went over to the sliding glass door to the sundeck and announced to my wife what was about to take place, leaving her alone in the house. At this, she requested that I buy her a bottle of merlot.

I was bringing $115 with me, so I figured I could do that, although the four dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) I was intent on would be well over $80 ─ I just didn't know how much.

Off the three of us went.

Most of the way to the liquor store, my wife phoned me. She had changed her mind ─ could I please get her a four-litre box of Domaine D'Or, a brand of red wine?

Well, that kiboshed my plan to buy four dozen beers ─ I would have to settle on two dozen. My brother then said he would be returning to the liquor store in a day or two for himself, so I could go then for the missing two dozen.

The box of red wine was priced ─ without tax figured in ─ at something over $36.

At the cashier, there was a cheap bottle of a Chilean red wine on offer for something over $7, so I thought I would add that to my purchase.

Everything came to $95.65, but at least I have a supply of beer ─ there had been only three cans in my stash at home.

My wife was grateful enough, but a little later as I sat here at my bedside computer, she came to me and asked if I had $20 I could give her. Well, I didn't ─ but I had three $100 bills, so I proffered her one, supposing that she would recognize that there was an implication of me getting back some change when she had done her shopping.

But my wife does not think in that fashion.

Her face lit up like a little girl's, reminding me of the playful young woman my wife used to be with me, and grinning hugely she made a wai to me.

All I could do was give a resigned smile back, thereby acknowledging that there was not going to be any change returned from the generous giving. But it was worth it, I have to admit.

She was remarkably social after both the gift of the wine and then the $100 bill.

After she left for work a little after 3 p.m., I finally had a proper nap. My brother had left earlier on foot to catch a bus for his daily social drinking.

I worked on a post in my private blog, and soon recognized my eldest stepson's voice greeting Bev where she sat watching T.V. His girlfriend was with him ─ they were back from their camping trip.

I remained upstairs, reluctant to go below to socialize, and soon they were out in the backyard using our leaf blower to try and clean off a massive white tarpaulin that is still spread out over much of the backyard lawn, even though the young couple are now long gone.

This was a bath day, so while they were still here, I decided to take advantage of my reclusivity and tend to that chore, for it was already after 6 p.m. They were gone by the time I was done.

Incidentally, my naked weigh-in prior to climbing into the tub was as little as 175 pounds ─ and that despite having had a filling enough meal prior to my earlier nap.

I am going to take a break from his post now at 8:43 p.m. ─ my brother is still not back home.

★★★

He never showed up until at least 9 p.m., so there was no danged way that I would be wasting any of our shows trying to share them with him even if Bev had vacated the T.V. downstairs ─ which she had not.

Instead, here at my bedside computer I tuned in 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode three ("Cl2") of season five.

That was high-gear all the way ─ it had everything, including heartfelt emotion-generation in this viewer! And that Marjan character is one gorgeous babe in the person of actress Natacha Karam.

If interested, my flawless source was this GOOJARA.to link.

After a check outside my bedroom door that revealed Bev to be shut up the bedroom with her T.V. clearly playing there, and my brother alone downstairs watching T.V. there, I was still in the mood for a second beer but not a long show.

So I tuned in Cybill ─ episode 18 ("Whose Wife Am I, Anyway?") of season four. Happily, this episode included quite a lot of one of my dream girls, Alicia Witt.

And my flawless source this time for this entertainment was this OK.ru link.

The second beer is probably never as tasty as the first, but the extra boost makes it all okay ─ well, almost. There is always the additional excess fluid to deal with after bedtime. isn't there?

Anyway, a peek outside my bedroom door ere a break to the bathroom for a final use of the toilet revealed my brother possibly conscious and still in front of the T.V., but someone was running a lot of water and was otherwise busy in the kitchen.

My youngest stepson home (he has been away since possibly Friday evening)? Or my wife?

I am going to close this post at 11:13 p.m. and possibly ─ likely ─ titillate a while ere bed. I know not what my morrow bringeth.