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Friday, March 16, 2018

Sunlight Found to Cause Fat Droplets to Be Released from Cells, While Vitamin D Helps Resist Weight Gain

My younger brother Mark drank himself insensible last evening, so I refrained from tuning in any shows on our Android TV Box and left him sitting unconscious at the dining table.

I wrapped things up downstairs so as not to be present whenever he might revive, for I wanted nothing to do with him in that condition.

I never even brushed my teeth ─ but at least I did rinse out my mouth very well with water, and then 'pulled' coconut oil for at least 10 minutes.

My course of action concerning Mark was the enactment of a resolution I had determined midweek to attempt to practice whenever Mark presented himself in this state.

No one needs to drink themselves insensible just about every darned evening, even if that insensibility often lasts for less than an hour.

My goal was to get to bed. But as I readied here upstairs, I did notice that Mark had revived and soon betaken himself to his choice chair in the living room to watch T.V., most likely expecting that I would be down anon to tune in something via our Android TV Box.

Instead, I just went to bed ─ it was 8:50 p.m.

Sleep was not quickly gained, but at least I was comfortable enough. I enjoyed a few 'naps' or broken spells of sleep, and then found myself awake enough to be wondering on the time. I think it was 12:43 a.m.

I tried for a short while to find sleep, but it was apparent that I was just growing more wakeful. And so it was that I rose at 1:11 a.m. and was soon at work on an ongoing post at Siam-Longings, one of my six hosted websites.

I decided to make my return to bed sometime after 4:30 a.m. ─ it may have been more like 4:45 a.m.

I did nap, but was again so wide awake that I could not ignore my curiosity to check the time ─ perhaps I could finish the post if I got back to work on it. The time was 6:02 a.m.

I rose, and worked on the post until it was practically finished, but I could hear Mark rousting about in his bedroom and soon showering. So I called a halt, and at 9:33 a.m. I was back in bed before Mark had yet emerged from his room.

A nap did visit me, but I was awake again well before 11:00 a.m., and that is when I rose for the final time today.

I completed the post in very short order, and then published it: Thailand Angkor

And then I went downstairs to fix my day's second hot beverage. Mark had on a news station on T.V., so I joined him in watching it.

Quite quickly, he ventured that I should tune in something on the Android TV Box, so I did so ─ an episode of The Orville.

At its completion, Mark was ready for a nap, but he never did get it ─ the neighbourhood was too noisy, he said; and he did not deign to wear earplugs.

Around 1:30 p.m., he left for the afternoon.

The day was predominantly sunny, but still quite chilly.

My eldest stepson Tho never went to work today, but his younger brother Poté did.

Nevertheless, I changed into cutoffs and ventured out into the backyard with a session of exercise in the backyard shed on my mind. However, I was feeling blasé and uninspired, so I tried sitting in the sunshine for awhile.

I never lasted 10 minutes ─ it was just too cool there. So to the shed I went.

It took some doing, but I finally got myself started, and I actually managed one pull-up more than the targeted minimum that I set for myself in completing a total of four sets.

That was encouraging, even if I did come into the house and weigh in at 193 pounds (at minimum) dressed entirely as I was when I exercised.

Tho had disappeared, though.

I decided to get started on this blog post, and only completed a few paragraphs when my wife Jack suddenly arrived home, loudly announcing her presence ─ she was in a good mood, and wanted me to take a few photos of her out in the backyard.

Giving me her phone to take the photos, she modeled a nice long coat that she brought back from Thailand earlier this year when she returned to the family home to visit her mother.

The coat was one that her father ─ who died when Jack was probably a young teen or even just a girl ─ gave to her mother upon returning from working abroad. I never realized this, but he was often out of the country working, and on that occasion had been in Saudi Arabia.

Jack's mother never had much reason to wear the article, for it is not often cool enough in their village to merit donning it.

After several photos, Jack's phone declared that it was too full to allow any more to be taken.

Jack then doffed the coat, and had me take a few of her without the coat, using my own phone as the camera:

Apparently the first one was taken at 3:18 p.m., and the next four a minute thereafter.

Anyway, I am surprised that I have been able to make as much of a post as I have managed to do thus far, but I have only managed it because Tho has been home and thus present to divert his mother and thereby afford me this freedom.

I suspect that she may not be spending the night, so perhaps I can get some further work done on the post later. It is presently 5:51 p.m.

...And by about 6:05 p.m., she was gone again on her drive back to Vancouver.  Reportedly her friend Fanta ─ who owns a Thai restaurant in Langley ─  has hired Jack to work with her there on Mondays, Tuesday, and Wednesdays.  

As a result, Jack will next be home after work on Monday evening, and probably spend three consecutive nights here at home ─ unless she drives back to Vancouver Wednesday evening.

The dear gal left us some darned good cooking to enjoy.

Incidentally, I asked her and learned that she was 15 when her father died.

Okay, so here is that vitamin D information ─ and how sunshine is able to 'melt' the fat from cells lying beneath the surface of our skin:


For better or worse, my younger brother Mark will be arriving home soon, so I am going to close with this 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 tiny suite in a private home located on Ninth Street [Google map], and two houses up from Third Avenue.

My previous journal entry of two days before did not indicate why I would be omitting a day, so I anticipate that this latest journal entry will explain. 
WEDNESDAY, March 16, 1977

I was up just before 6:00 a.m., and away for mom's just after, yesterday.

[My mother Irene Dorosh lived in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey ─ her home was my main mailing address. That little house no longer exists, but its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue (Google map). The hike to get there was typically 1½ hours.]

A red, tail-bobbed, fine-looking short-haired dog tagged along with me as far as the tracks to the far side of Old Yale Rd before I was able to sneak away on it.

[After crossing the Pattullo Bridge into Surrey, from a fairly short distance along Scott Road (120th Street) I would take to the railway tracks and follow them until they again crossed Scott Road at 99th Avenue, thereby shaving off quite some distance of heavily-trafficked Scott Road hiking. I must have ditched the friendly pooch where the tracks crossed Old Yale Road just to the left of 125-B Street as seen on this Google map.]

At mom's I had a Provincial Lottery ticket, a letter from Terri [Terri Martin, a U.S. pen-pal I had back then], and all the books (1 hardcover, 16 paperbacks) that I had ordered from S. and S.F. Book Co. awaiting me.

About 11:30 a.m. she left to shop, and I was just about asleep when I heard Bill [my old friend William Alan Gill] knocking. His mother [Anne Gregory] was with him.

They came to get my assistance in moving him. So we left after mom's tea & cookies.

Bill apparently smashed the rear of his car Monday morn, disabling it till he can afford his $300 share of the repair bill. For the day he had a rented white Budget truck.

Those two sure wasted the day for the small amount of work to be done, but at least he's moved (into a $175 basement suite on Brunette [Avenue] a ways past Coquitlam city hall and a park). 

[I don't even remember Bill ever living there.]   

He drove me back to Mark's after giving me Bloodstone by Karl Edward Wagner.

[My younger brother Mark was renting a duplex unit in Surrey, just a reasonably short distance down Semiahmoo Road (Google map) from where it detaches from Old Yale Road.]

There I watched TV, leaving after 11:00 p.m.; he suggested he likely won't have the spunk to excel on his firehall testing scheduled the following evening.

[I would have walked back to my room in New Westminster.]


I awoke earlier than I feel I should have.

I laundered [at a laundromat], buying 4 Marvels; the day promised to be sunny, but precipitation is expected by night.

I exercised quite early, planning to visit dad today.

At 11:20 a.m. somebody came knocking, then went and buzzed the landlady with equally ineffectiveness.

I'm leaving for dad's at 12:40 p.m.


I found him & Marie [Maria Fadden, my father's live-in girlfriend] sound and sober.

I ate sensibly too.

I headed home 11:05 p.m., mailing my income tax return which should gain me over $308.

Yesterday I selected a $2 Golden Sweepstakes ticket from 2 books mom plans to sell.

If only I could win right regularly from my lotteries: something every couple months would satisfy. But I get nothing!

Bed at midnight.
I don't think that my father and Maria were living too very far from Imperial Street and Kingsway [Google map] in Burnaby. Again, I would have hiked there, and then back to my room that late evening.  

I have been a dismal failure as a lottery-winner.

Now speaking of income tax returns, I managed to finish filling out the 2017 tax returns for my wife and I today, but I forgot to get Jack to sign her copy.

I hate to not get them dumped off over the weekend at the Fraser Valley and Northern Tax Services Office (formerly Surrey Taxation Centre) just over four blocks away from here. 
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