This is the first day in weeks in which I have engaged in absolutely no exercise. The reason was due to my wife unexpectedly staying home today instead of going to work.
Nevertheless, it may have been a good thing, for both shoulders are feeling almost pathologically wrenched at their main joint. I think I may have incurred the excessive strain two days ago when I was doing my best to force myself to use as little heaving as possible while trying to do standing curls with a 43½-pound dumbbell.
I would first do four standing overhead presses with each arm, and then four attempts at one-arm curls. Then after a break of as much as 10 or so minutes, I would repeat the process.
In all, I went though seven of these double-sets that combined one-arm presses and one-arm curls, trying to be as strict with the curls as I could.
As a result, I believe that I have challenged my shoulder joints to their detriment. Henceforth, maybe I will reduce the attempted curls to two repetitions in each of these supersets, if that's what these double-sets are termed.
Heck, I'm 70 years old, after all. I may even consider just doing one curl with each set ─ I'll see how I feel when I next give them a go on Sunday (tomorrow I'll just do some bodyweight exercises).
My wife showed up quite unexpectedly late yesterday afternoon, if I am recalling correctly. She works in a Thai restaurant, so at most she only put in half a day. And maybe she didn't even work the earlier part of that day ─ I had not seen her since she left around 10:30 a.m. on Tuesday to go to work, so I have no idea just what all she has been up to in the interim.
Such is my sorry marriage.
She left late this afternoon ─ was it nigh 5:40 p.m.? ─ to drive off to Vancouver where she spends her weekends, saying that she might be back on Sunday. If so, I would not expect her until late that afternoon or early evening if she does return that day. It is just as likely that she will go directly to work on Monday from Vancouver and not actually come home until late Monday evening or very early in the a.m. of Tuesday.
We live in Surrey.
Anyway, as I said, such is my sorry marriage.
Despite having her home last evening, when my younger brother was not home from the bar by 9:00 p.m., I ensured that I was not going to have to waste my evening trying to watch our shared T.V. shows with him. He would probably be too drunk to sensibly follow anything even if he did not pass out.
And so when I heard him arrive through the front door around 9:20 p.m. (I was upstairs here at my computer), I hustled off to bed. My wife was already there napping, with the bedside lamp on.
I remained abed at least four hours, rising to begin laying the foundation for a new post at one of my six hosted websites. I never returned to be until well past 5:00 a.m.
When next I rose, it was nearly 9:00 a.m., and my brother was downstairs watching T.V.
I came here to my computer until almost 10:00 a.m., and then I went downstairs to fix up a hot caffeinated beverage and join him. I had a movie in mind for which I would find a source through one of the 'apps' that I have downloaded into our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
The movie was 2009's The Lovely Bones. I had placed the movie on a list months ago because I have taken quite a fancy to Saoirse Ronan, and I would like to see as many of her movies as I can.
It was not until well into the movie ─ the scene where Saoirse's character is crossing a field and meets up with the man who tricks her into checking out an underground room or bunker he constructed there in the field, and who then kills her ─ that I recognized that very scene
At some point within the past several years, I recalled seeing that scene ─ I must have watched some or all of the movie, but I was not at the time fully involved in it. I could not clearly recall anything else about the movie other than that scene, so it wasn't as if I was rewatching it.
The movie was undeniably interesting, but I am unable to accept that the dead have any consciousness whatsoever. I believe in spirits, but I do not believe that they are the souls or spirits of dead people. Rather, I believe that they ─ ghosts, if you want to call them that ─ are actually demons.
But you are welcome to your beliefs. I am merely explaining that it is impossible for me to believe that Saoirse's character's murdered self existed as a spirit in some halfway spirit realm.
Even so, I was still able to find the movie quite interesting, for the most part.
It is a shame that I never actually timed the finishing credits, but I do not recall ever seeing any that ran for as long as did this movie's ─ I swear, they went on for an easy 15 minutes, if you can believe that!
By the way, Saoirse's character's younger sister looked familiar to me, as did the actress's name who played her ─ Rose McIver. Throughout the movie, I never did place just where I knew her from ─ she's the main character on the T.V. series iZombie.
I only realized this while researching Wikipedia as I have been composing this post.
I want to put this post to bed, for it is after 8:00 p.m., and I want to have some supper and be prepared to get to bed if my brother is not home from the bar before 9:00 p.m.
It has been a fairly wet day; and as the afternoon wore on, it became unpleasantly windy. It still is.
I also want to mention that after years of having little choice but to have radio station QMFM (103.5) tuned in on our living room stereo because it was the only contemporary soft rock or easy listening station that we could clearly pick up, two or three weeks ago I learned of the existence of 104.3 the Breeze.
That's where our radio's dial is now set.
For years I have been irritated by QMFM's morning radio show, and now I no longer have to listen to the phony hysterical laughing that seems to attend each and every silly utterance any of the crew of personalities on that show make.
The solitary morning 'DJ' or personality on 'the Breeze' is perfectly moderated and sensible.
I have other complaints about QMFM, but I haven't the time to spare to speak of them.
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