So ... seven months of the year already down the drain.
I was probably into my bed by 9:30 p.m. on that last day of July with the target of remaining in bed for as long as was comfortably possible. That meant ignoring bouts of wakefulness and seeking to resume the state of sleep, for normally I would have risen during the midnight hour (in all likelihood) if I did not have an early morning grocery shopping expedition in mind.
When at last I checked the time just after 4 a.m., it seemed prudent to rise then. After all, I would want to be leaving here afoot as soon around 6 a.m. as possible to embark upon the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) so that I could arrive in timely fashion for its 7 a.m. opening and avoid the encroaching crush of its daily building customer base.
My eldest stepson was still up, but he finally retired within the next hour.
A check revealed that yesterday morning's non-delivered Saturday edition of The Province that I subscribe to had been delivered in tandem with this morning's Sunday edition of the Vancouver Sun, which I also subscribe to.
Whomever delivers the two newspapers pulled the same stunt two or three weekends ago, and I do not understand how there is no repercussion for this misdeed. I had tried the first time to lodge a complaint online, for there is a complaint form there to do just that. However, it requires filling out several fields ─ but none of them would accept data. And I tried using four different browsers.
It was as if the newspapers disabled the complaint form.
I didn't bother trying it again this time. But surely among all of the customers who subscribe to The Province that this specific remiss carrier is responsible for, there must have been at least one customer who took the next step and phoned in a complaint?
I only subscribe to the weekend edition of the newspapers, so I have no idea if this practice sometimes occurs during the weekdays.
All I can think is that the newspapers are desperate to have a carrier to deliver the newspapers at all, for I am sure that it is no longer a popular 'profession'. And because of that, there is no strong censure of our carrier's laxity in reliability.
But that's not what I wish to blog about today.
I had hoped to begin my trek this morning earlier than I did, for it was 6:10 a.m. as I stood outside the locked front door and then set off. I always seem to lose time in preparing myself for this outing (I do not drive).
The sky was thickly overcast, and I had noticed earlier that the railing of our backyard sundeck had small puddles remaining of some earlier rain. But there was no sign at all that there had ever been rain as I made my walk, although once I did feel a drop strike my upper forehead early into my trip.
Anyway, I got the errand over with, and was back home and standing outside the locked front door by 8:33 a.m., and got into the house to find that no one else was yet up. I prefer that when I have groceries to put away.
My younger brother emerged from his bedroom within a half hour; and not much thereafter, I could bear the weariness that was overtaking me no more, and I had to seek my bed and lie atop it in deep rest.
I do not believe that I was down a full hour, but I am now unsure. When I checked the time, it was 10:22 a.m., and my brother had already finished with both newspapers and was watching T.V., so I went downstairs to boil some water for a black instant coffee, and then I joined him.
I got to see our Canadian Olympic beach volleyball duo take the third set and win two-out-of-three against the U.S. duo in the ridiculously-named 2020 Summer Olympics that are taking place now. I had watched them lose the first set last evening, and tuned out during the second set when it appeared that we were going to lose again. After all, they had been ahead for most of that first set, and at times had a five-point lead only to ultimately lose.
I figured that we would then likely go on to lose the second set as well, since our gals had already lost two games of their three previous matches, while the Americans had won all three of theirs. It seemed likely the U.S. would also take the second set, and that would be it for Canada. I didn't want to sit up and watch that happen ─ that was when I decided to get to bed last evening.
Somehow we won that second set, though.
So witnessing out beach warriors win that third set in the game replay this morning was a treat.
I have to say, our two girls ─ Heather Bansley and Brandie Wilkerson ─ have great legs, and look fabulous in those bikini bottoms! Or isn't a 71-year-old male supposed to say any such thing?
Regardless, I had joined my brother at the T.V. to await his invitation to put our Android TV Box to use; and when it came, I tuned in an hour-long video interview by Dr. Joseph Mercola: The Energy Paradox- Interview with Dr. Steven Gundry.
I know my brother doesn't much like these Mercola interviews, but I persist in hoping that something from them will stay with him to his benefit. I practice a version of intermittent fasting, and have for a year at least, I do believe. He could well profit from also doing so; however, he would need to stop going drinking every day of the week, wouldn't he?
Maybe one day.
Following the Mercola video, I then tuned in an episode of Supergirl ─ specifically, season four's episode 13 ("What's So Funny About Truth, Justice, and the American Way?").
And I followed that with an episode of Cuckoo ─ season four's episode two ("The Licence").
Its finish cued my brother's return to his bedroom for a bit of a rest ere he left for the afternoon to commence his daily drinking somewhere. The poor guy really needs to take a different path, for I have noticed this past year that his hands tremble quite badly. What other damage is he bringing upon himself? He is 69 years old ─ he no longer has the physical resources to withstand the level of abuse that he voluntarily brings upon himself on a daily basis.
The day has been darned warm despite the dominating cloud cover. The sunshine does come through to varying degrees at times, but I need feel no guilt over not attempting to get in any sunning ─ even though this is now the third day I have missed.
I was somewhat disappointed at a weigh-in this latter afternoon while stripped down to my undershorts. Twice in the past week or so I have weighed at most, 178 pounds, and was encroaching 177 pounds.
But today, despite my morning outing, and even after not having eaten a thing today, I was struggling to get a low of 178 pounds ─ I seemed closer to 179 pounds. It isn't very encouraging ─ what would the result have been if I had not had that gruelling walk?
Apparently the walk and the rigours of toting home my groceries will be my sole exercise of the day. I just finished attempting to see if I could so some one-arm presses with my 42½-pound dumbbell, but I just could not get it elevated from my left shoulder.
I always lead off with my left arm because I have shoulder damage, whether a torn rotator cuff or something else amiss with the shoulder girdle (I confess to not being versatile in my understanding of those two terms, but I do not believe them to be synonymous).
There is just too much pain to forbear with any attempt to forcefully elevate that danged weight. Something other than the weight feels as if it is about to 'give'.
When I cannot exercise my left arm, I see no point in just exercising my fitter right arm. Tomorrow is another day ─ I won't be suffering the strain of this morning's shopping feat.
I have been noticing this latter afternoon that sunning could have been possible had I realized that the cloud cover had become what I believe is thick high smoke from remote forest and scrub fires. The sunshine has been getting through, leaving us with the most odd rusty tint to everything.
The afternoon is barely finished with, but I am going to quit this post with the following appalling image of what our infernal Liberal government has managed to do to Canada since taking power, and especially since ruining us all by thrusting COVID lockdowns and everything else associated with that phony scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic upon the nation:
Here is the link to that DebtClock.
Turdeau (yes, I spelled that as intended) and everyone associated with him and his autocratic government deserve the severest prosecution without a shred of leniency, for there is no getting out of this mess now.
I have actually just made a similar post to my Facebook account. What that rat has done to Canada is unforgivable.
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