Extended Families

I believe that I managed to make it to bed last evening by 10 p.m. at latest, unless my memory is lacking. My wife was just newly home, but had not yet come upstairs. I wanted to ensure that I was plentifully rested by the time my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded, since this was a grocery-shopping Sunday morning.

I got to sleep well enough, but in the wee hours I awoke and had a struggle returning to any decent sleep. I never looked at the time, so I have no idea how long I was in this wretched state. I hope it was no earlier than 4 a.m. that this all began, but without having ever checked the time, I cannot know.

Just before my alarm did finally sound, I heard my youngest stepson moving about. He even opened and closed the front door at least once. Then when my alarm sounded and I rose, quite in need of use of the toilet, the nuisance was shut up in the bathroom, forcing me to save needed relief until I had gone downstairs to boil water for my needed mug of instant coffee that would be washing down an aspirin.

I used the toilet in his den area.

Anon I had my coffee and was back upstairs here at my bedside computer when I heard my wife open her bedroom door, apparently also needing a toilet visitation ─ but her nuisance son was still ensconced in that essential little room.

There is a toilet downstairs in his den area, so she had to do what I was forced to do. However, first I heard her softly give a snort of annoyance at discovery that 'our' toilet was unavailable.

Probably he was having one of his 15- to 20-minute bowel movements, for he will never just use the toilet downstairs for that purpose. Both he and his older brother (when the brother lived here ─ he has lived with his girlfriend now for something over 14 months) apparently dislike using the downstairs toilet because they waste so much toilet paper at each 'sitting' that the lesser water pressure has trouble washing everything away and thus plugging has been an issue.

I sometimes believe that they also do not enjoy having to endure any of the appreciable stench that sometimes results and has in the past fouled the air of all three bedrooms upstairs ─ I am guessing that they prefer the stench be up here rather than downstairs where they always spend their time in what I call their den area, for the downstairs toilet is located there.

Anyway, anon after one or two flushes, I then heard the shower begin ─ his third within a 24-hour period. He had showered early in the afternoon yesterday after he got up from his bed, then again around 6:30 p.m. last evening. And now after sitting up all night doing nothing, he of course needs one more shower before going to bed.

But I am digressing.

I did do my shopping, and I left here exceptionally early ─ at most it was 7:40 a.m. No Frills is about a half mile away and opens at 8 a.m. The reason I left when I did was because I heard my younger brother stirring in his bedroom and I presumed that he was readying to commence his morning downstairs with his morning T.V. news shows and some instant coffee, and I wanted to be away without having to socialize or explain myself.

It was brilliantly sunny out; and although I hobbled along quite slowly with my crippled right leg, I still ended up having to wait for the store to open. I did so seated on a bench facing towards the Sun, but the peak of my cap kept it from my eyes.

With my shopping done, I was starting back for home when I recognized ahead that infernal potentially retarded middle-aged guy who seems to shamelessly make the area his source of income generation. So just as last Sunday, I turned about and went in a different direction to avoid funding this grasper.

My brother was indeed watching T.V. when I did get home.

My walking is abominably difficult now that I am crippled. Getting out just once ─ rarely, twice ─ a week is not practice enough, but I cannot bear being out during the daytime with nothing but South Asians everywhere around here for miles. There is no privacy, and my hobbling walk is an embarrassment and a shame to me.

And to think that when I was a hale younger man and would go forth, if there seemed people ahead such as at a bus stop, I would just start a strong run to make my exposure to such very brief. It was nothing for me to run a mile or more to bypass populations.

And now I cannot even walk properly. But I have no means of practicing and trying to reclaim that function, for I need seclusion to practice and I have absolutely none.

I don't know what to do. I do not drive, nor have I access to a vehicle even if I did drive. Truly, I am just slowly dying away at 76 years of age a total prisoner of my environment, and my debt and familial responsibilities.

But on to morning T.V. with my brother.

Upon soon joining him and then getting his invitation to commence operation of our Android TV Boxes, I used the R69 plus Android 14 to tune in a 20-minute video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: He was Imprisoned in China, Now He Warns Canada.

She is referring to Michael Kovrig.

My second video was 48 minutes (48:24) and had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's Daniel Davis Deep Dive channel: Deep Dive Intel Briefing: What We Learned This Week /Lt Col Daniel Davis.

The talk exclusively revolved around Iran and President Donald Trump's present war with the country.

After that I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box where I have the USB drive inserted and we finished watching the long (a little over two hours) movie we only got about 48 minutes into yesterday ─ 2010's The Way. My original source was this OK.ru link.

Actress Deborah Kara Unger was unknown to me, and I was surprised to find out that she was born in Vancouver, B.C. ─ so was I, but long before her. I will likely watch her earlier acting work, if I can remember.

At the movie's conclusion, my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I had seen that he only had three cans of beer remaining in his 24-can box, so I had no doubt that he would be going on a resupply drive after his rest.

I intended going along in order to buy a four-litre box of wine, but I was tired enough to have a nap. I figured that if I did nap overlong and missed out, well, life would go on ─ I've lots of beer.

But I had a miserable time of it relaxing enough to fall asleep. And yet I was abed nigh 1½ hours.

I did not miss out on my brother, nevertheless. But it mattered naught. It developed that he already had a new 24-can box in his van ─ he'd bought the beer yesterday, but just never brought it in from his van.

After he left afoot for a bus to carry him social drinking, I just could not bear hobbling downstairs to get in my first afternoon's sunning thus far this year. I was too tired, and the thought of having Bev look my way as I came down the stairs was too much ─ where she sits in the living room on the chesterfield in front of the T.V., the stairs and even the short hallway above are in complete view of her. It is as if she is a self-appointed monitor, sitting there from the time she rises midday or so until she finally goes to bed at night.

I couldn't do it ─ I have no privacy to do hardly any of the things that I really should be doing, and it hurts a lot.

At least I had my afternoon exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. She had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time; and although she did not emerge from her bedroom until darned near 9:50 a.m., she still managed a fast shower and was on her rather long drive not too very long after 10 a.m.

I had my day's second and final meal since exercising; and now it is 6:10 p.m., and time for my blogging break so that I can watch three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking.

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The evening was begun with Doom Patrol ─ episode three ("Dead Patrol") of season three. My source was at TVSeries.video.

It was entertaining enough, but never quite caught me up. And honestly, I am so freakin' sick of DC's Gay compulsion, injecting it into absolutely everything they produce.

It was difficult making the can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) last, despite not starting on it until after 15 minutes of the long episode had played; and the show was done no later than 7:15 p.m.

With so much delight I saw that the next show on my roster was my beloved Friday Night Lights ─ episode 18 ("Extended Families") of the first season. And for the second time this evening, my source was at TVSeries.video.

I restricted myself to a second can of beer, but I love this series so much that I could watch nothing else all evening and drink unrestrictedly.

I don't want to come to the end of the series, though; and I don't want to be too blitzed to be fully aware of it as the episodes progress.

This series means so much to me that I am considering ─ after the end of the first season ─ adding the series to the list of shows I watch with my brother some mornings. As is often so with this series, it opened up my emotions.

Tonight, the episode was done by 8:14 p.m. And I was to see below downstairs that at some point my brother had come home, and was passed out in his chair in the living room.

A dozen or so ounces of Chile's Vivo Reserva white wine (12½% alcohol) were poured into a glass for my third and final show, Sight Unseen ─ episode two ("About a Boy") of season two. This time my source was this OK.ru link.

I definitely enjoyed the show, preposterous as is the entire series. Nonetheless, Friday Night Lights rated higher than both of the other two shows combined.

Sight Unseen was done by 9:17 p.m., and a peek downstairs revealed my brother to be passed out ─ still? Or merely relapsing after a stretch of consciousness?

This is why it is no longer of any worth watching shows with him in the evening. They are invariably wasted on him. He has little functioning brain matter once he is drunk. I just marvel that he managed to drive home for so many years without creating a catastrophic incident. But even for him to bus back home after his current daily socializing, how does he never pass out aboard the bus and overshoot his destination? Maybe he has, but has never owned up to it, and just lies to Bev about having gotten involved with some other distraction either where he was drinking, or else some unforeseen traffic event that froze or delayed / detoured transit travel.

Right now it is 9:40 p.m. and I am going to brush my teeth, and soon enough be to bed. Since it takes about 15 minutes to brush my teeth, and at least as much time to close up everything still left undone here on my computer, I can only hope to be to bed by 10:15 p.m.