My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m. this morning, but I was awake at least as early as 5:30 a.m., and feeling poorly slept. As well, of late I seem to be doing considerable sweating overnight, and this time there was a stretch of wet across my pillow at least six inches long and three or four inches wide. I do drool, but this was more like a cup of water had been spilled.
Could it have been from the back of my neck and shaven head?
I didn't feel like rising, so I remained in bed, but around 5:50 a.m. I just chose to start my morning.
My younger brother had not placed the two wheelie bins (compost and recycling) curbside for today's pickup, so I took care of that. My wife's car was here; once again, I had not heard here arrive home last night after her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
I had gone to bed after 11 p.m., but could it have been 11:30 p.m. or more? I cannot remember.
My brother had said last evening that he would drop off the cheque at City Hall for our property taxes today, so I wrote it out for $4,447.74. He was to leave me his own cheque for $979.10, plus a further $800 in cash. That's two/fifths of the tax bill covering him and Bev. I am covering two/fifths for my wife and myself; and my youngest stepson handles the remaining fifth.
I'll have to get my brother's cheque deposited early tomorrow because I do not have enough money in my account to cover the tax payment. Then I will have to get the cash deposited before our next fortnightly mortgage payment is to be debited on the 9th. But it is going to be excruciating coming up with enough money for the mortgage payment scheduled for the 23rd.
How am I to both shop for groceries and keep myself stocked with beer and wine ─ plus make two credit card payments? I cannot, I don't think.
Anyway, I was to have my usual backyard tool shed exercise session a little later in the morning, first managing the 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before going outside. It takes about 15 minutes in the shed, and I was back in the house maybe a couple of minutes past 8 a.m.
Not too much later my younger brother emerged from his bedroom to watch morning T.V. news and drink instant coffee. I waited until around 9 a.m. before joining him.
Ten or 15 minutes later, he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, starting us off with a five-minute (5:05) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Shadoe Davis channel: The Divisive Nonsense Needs to Stop....NOW!
This clip illustrates a problem we’re seeing far too often: people becoming so absorbed in personal disputes that they lose sight of the larger purpose. Within Canada’s freedom movement, the same pattern has been emerging — infighting, ego clashes, and unproven accusations distracting from the work that actually matters. At a time when many Canadians are concerned about increasingly restrictive measures, division only weakens our ability to respond effectively. If we want to make meaningful progress, we need to set aside the internal conflicts and refocus on the shared goals that brought us together in the first place.
That was followed by a 55-minute (55:36) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Bills, Bills, Bills! Can you mind your own business?
Discussing a few bills namely C22 and C34 with John Carpay.
Anita's rant against Candace Owens towards the end of the video quite annoyed me, for I like Candace and feel that she researches deeply, whereas Anita herself just reacts to so many events without digging into them.
I then tuned in Reacher ─ that season one finale episode ("Pie") I yesterday said we would likely watch today. Pretty darned exciting and gratifying ─ it always is when evil people come to an end.
We finished up with another portion of a very long (over 2¾ hours) documentary that we have been chipping away at, but there is still over an hour of it remaining ─ we again suspended watching so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest.
I didn't notice if it was after noon itself when I was back to bed for a nap, but I know I was there for well over two hours. Yet I rose feeling almost dreadful, and was glad that I only had one strong coffee early this morning ─ I was free to have my usual second at this point, for I badly needed the help.
The quite heavily overcast morning slowly improved if sunshine is what was wanted, but it seems we may not be back to a fully sunny day until Saturday. I am losing my colour, for it has been at least a week since last I sunned.
My wife did not have to work today, and emerged from her bedroom for the day shortly past 2 p.m. However, despite me sitting here at my bedside computer with my back towards my open bedroom doorway, she never spake a word to me until shortly past 4 p.m. when she called up from the kitchen to ask if I wanted to eat?
That was my opportunity to go downstairs and gently caution her to leave our joint chequing account alone, for that is where I will be having to put the money for the property taxes. She assured convincingly that I had no cause for concern.
I had that sustaining light meal a little past 5 p.m., and now I am awaiting her typical departure to disappear until probably Friday afternoon, for she normally has tomorrow off work as well and has better things to do with her life and time than to spend her days off here at home.
I am going to take my blogging break now at 5:53 p.m. As soon as my life leaves us, as I am certain she will, I will tune in here on my bedside computer an episode of whatever is the next T.V. series on my list and do a little drinking.
🟥🟥🟥
My wife apparently left just ahead of 6:30 p.m., saying nothing to me.
Well, after having watched something like the first 19 episodes of the first season of Madam Secretary, I gave up the series and tuned in what is planned to be my last time spent with it ─ episode 18 ("Good Bones") of season three.
Sure, the episodes have always been interesting, but they are just too mundane ─ propaganda for how 'the Establishment' is, and pressing home how futile it is to make or expect great change in the way things are. The series was far, far too long for me to care to spend so much more time with it.
The reason I watched this final later episode was because it featured actress Julia Schlaepfer portraying a young actress whom a dictator in a foreign nation was a big fan of. I became a fan of hers in her role as the fiery, irrepressible British noblewoman Alexandra who gave up everything ─ including her life ─ to be the wife of the last remaining Dutton brother in the T.V. series 1923.
I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the episode, and the show was done by 7:17 p.m. My source for the episode had been at GOOJARA.to.
My brother was home little later from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink.
My next show was Justified ─ episode seven ("Raw Deal") of season five. This is another series I am not watching in full, despite how good it is. Years back when it was current, I used to watch it in 'hit and miss' fashion, but no longer know where I stopped nor what episodes I missed.
So in the present, I am only watching the 10 episodes in which sexy Alicia Witt appeared. Alicia could almost be the twin of a young woman I was addicted to in the late 1970s and early 1980s whom I still feel biologically drawn to when I remember her.
The episode ─ and another beer ─ were done by 8:33 p.m. My source had been at Watch-TVSeries.net.
When the episode was done, I took a break to brush my teeth ─ pretty much a 15-minute chore for which I generally recline on my bed for comfort's sake, since it's too challenging brushing that long while standing. It can be hard on the neck as well.
I was not in the least pleased to see that my final show was going to be Smash ─ the season one finale episode 15 ("Bombshell"). As much as I am able to enjoy the two main actresses vying for the lead role of Marilyn Monroe, as well as the other dramas going on, it is relatively pedestrian fare and not how I want my evening's entertainment to finish.
Nevertheless, I went ahead and poured myself a dozen or so ounces of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler and got on with the show.
It was great. Actually, I will top it over Madam Secretary and Justified.
So there things are. I never felt enough emotion to tear up, even though I slightly did at the conclusion of the Madam Secretary episode. But I appreciate music, and the series powerfully presents what it must be like behind the scenes of big theatrical productions ─ musicals, especially.
The episode was done by 10:31 p.m., and my source had again been at GOOJARA.to.
There was nothing in me that had any desire to go to bed at that point in my evening.
If I am to get out and make the deposit of my brother's cheque at my financial institution's nearest ATM, I must rise no later than 4 a.m. and waste no time in readying and leaving on the two-mile round trip hobble, for even by then the sky will have begun lightening in the east, and it will be daylit by the time I have gotten back home.
How has this worry and fret with seeming only impotence in my arsenal become my reality in my old age?
No comments:
Post a Comment