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Monday, March 19, 2018

A Form of Vitamin B3 Found to Protect Against Alzheimer's Disease │ Varicose Veins May Be a Warning Sign of Potential Blood Clot Development

I expect that it was somewhere between 11:30 p.m. and 11:45 p.m. when I made it to bed last evening. Having my retired younger brother Mark home now (this is his second week of retirement) seems to be putting me behind my bedtime schedule by about half-an-hour.

He even half-joked about now having his former Sunday evening anxiety over the sort of Monday workday that would be confronting him replaced instead by an anxiety over how he was going to occupy his free time come Monday.

Anyway, I left him with the news station on the T.V. when I went to bed, directing that it was up to him to "shut down and lock up."

After some initial trouble sinking into sleep, I then slept unusually well, and was never awake enough to care to check the time until I did so only because I was feeling oddly restored ─ it was 6:28 a.m.

My eldest stepson Tho had already gone to work without me being aware of him. His younger brother Poté just about always has a later start ─ I think that it was something like 7:39 a.m. by the time he had left.

But even Mark rose earlier than I expected ─ he was up before 8:00 a.m.

Nevertheless, I persevered working on the new post I am constructing at Lawless Spirit, one of my six hosted websites. I only ceased work once I had put in about 1½ average mornings' worth of content into the post.

It was approaching 10:30 a.m., and Mark had just returned to his bedroom for a nap. And so I sought my own bed after locking up the house.

I sank into a nap, and as I emerged from a dream, I decided to check the time ─ but I had only been in bed a half-hour. It was just after 11:00 a.m.

This proved sufficiently annoying that after a few minutes I simply decided to get back up. Mark was still shut up in his own bedroom.

I fixed up my day's second hot beverage and got a load of laundry washing, and then Mark emerged, and soon enough indicated that I might as well put something on the T.V. ─ i.e., tune in the android TV Box. 

I still haven't re-trained him into its use, for it's probably been at least 1½ years since he operated it. And back then we used the Kode application, whereas now we use Terrarium.

So we watched an episode each of the 1990 documentary series The Civil War and also S.W.A.T.

By the time the latter was over with, it was just about 2:00 p.m., so Mark felt that it was late enough for him to start readying to leave for the afternoon, ultimately to be ending up in "the bar."

He definitely is crimping my style where my daily routine is concerned, and I anticipate that it's only going to become worse as his inability to keep himself occupied with anything of interest will increase.

As I said, I must at some point re-train him in the use of the Android TV Box so that he can at least watch a movie or two by himself; but that will fast become boring for him, I expect.

I wish that he knew how to use a computer. However, to try and train him for that would probably cost me more than a day.

Had he not been at home early this afternoon, I probably would have risked getting out to mail a credit card payment that is due on Wednesday. I lost track of its due date in relation to the darned current calendar ─ otherwise, I would have mailed off a cheque late last week.

After Mark left, I prepared the fixings of a meal that I planned on slow-cooking, and then went out to the backyard tool shed and performed some exercises there. I performed one pull-up more than what is my "required" or "expected" norm currently set for myself over a four-set total.

Perhaps that means little to you, but it is something of an accomplishment for me at the age of 68 and a body-weight of something over 190 pounds (at a height of about five feet and 10¾ inches).

I saw the Sun break through the cloud-cover while I was out there, but those clouds are most definitely prevailing. And towards 4:30 p.m., I could hear some vague spatterings of rain as I worked on this post.

At this stage in my life, I need whatever advantages I am able to afford by way of supplements, and that includes a good B-complex capsule.

Unfortunately, according to the recommendation offered for niacin (B3) in the following article, my supplement is only half as much:


Of course, the article was about a rather unique form of B3 called nicotinamide riboside (NR); but no single component of a complex is going to be all that valuable if the other components are falling short.

Something else of interest to me that I read about today ─ and which makes all the sense in the world ─ is that varicose veins may well be a harbinger of deep vein thromboses (or clots).

Here are three articles about the latest conclusions of researchers studying the relationship:




How could there NOT be any relationship between visibly deteriorating outer veins and the potential for other venous problems?

A total change of topic now ─ three photos from the Bali holiday that my wife Jack took five of her Thailand family members on earlier this year in order for them to have a reunion with her two sons ─ Tho and Poté had booked off two weeks from their jobs to fly over to make the reunion possible (Tho cannot visit Thailand without potential legal / military consequences).

Two of the people Jack treated to the trip were her nephew Mark and his wife Kam or Gam. Mark is a professional photographer, and thus took most of the trip photos. So perhaps it is not surprising that he often photographed his own wife:

Almost a month later, Mark's sister was to be married, and he again served as photographer.

I am supposing that these next three photos were taken in the family village of Nong Soong (perhaps a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani) on the wedding day (February 25, 2018) where some monks were probably blessing all concerned.

The first two photos are of Mark's father:

And this is Mark's mother ─ my wife Jack's sister, Lumpoon:

Finally, here is a brief movie slideshow that Google created from some of the wedding photos ─ I had filed the Bali photos into a Google Plus album:

My afternoon has little more than an half-hour remaining, and then my evening will be upon me ─ and my younger brother Mark will soon enough be home.

My wife Jack is also to arrive home sometime this evening after having worked the day at her friend Fanta's restaurant in Langley.

I need to bring today's post to a close, so here to do that with is an old journal entry of mine from 41 years ago when I was 27 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

I was renting the small affair in a private home located on Ninth Street [Google map], and two houses up from Third Avenue.

I had spent much of the night at the duplex unit of my brother Mark over in Surrey, and hiked back to my room early in the day. I still needed more sleep, so I retired to my bed at 8:40 a.m.
SATURDAY, March 19, 1977

I arose about 1:10 p.m.

I don't know what to do about my promise to participate at Bruce & Donna's housewarming party.

[Bruce Halverson was a maternal cousin, and Donna his new wife.]

I'm leaving for Mark's about 3:15 p.m. to have my pancake breakfast; the day is still largely sunny, I guess.


Mark was home. 

He said dad had phoned this morning; the funeral [for our father's eldest and last brother Alfred, who had died the day before] is Wednesday and will be succeeded by a wake.

Very early after I arrived, the youngest kid upstairs visited, but Mark got rid of him by going out.

Early in the evening I saw company coming to the door, so I retired to the bedroom to let Mark handle it; Wendy [Bruce's youngest sister] & Al Stewart [a Halverson family friend] had come to invite Mark to Bruce & Donna's party, and he in fact left with them.

I had decided not to resume partying til I managed to shed at least 10 lbs. 

I had a quiet night till 10:00 p.m. watching TV, leaving soon past.
In recent months back then, I was spending as much time at Mark's duplex unit as I was at my own room.

He wasn't living too very far along Semiahmoo Road [Google map] from where it led off from Old Yale Road.

I was an utter weakling when it came to telling anyone that I didn't care to become involved in partying ─ my only recourse was to always hide from those seeking to solicit my attendance or involvement. 

I have before in my journal mentioned the youths living upstairs from Mark, but I now remember nothing of any such people. And since I never wrote about them in any detail, I have no idea if they were teens, or else just boys.

It is right now 5:46 p.m., and the day seems to be having some very intense sunny breaks outside.

Come tomorrow or the day after, I will have to go in person to a CIBC bank and pay that darned credit card bill I failed to mail away. And the nearest such bank is at least a mile distant ─ I hate wasting time on such valueless errands.
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