The early bedtime I needed last evening ─ to shore me up for the early a.m. shopping expedition planned for this morning ─ did come to pass. With the arrival of 9:31 p,m. and still no sign of my brother, my conscience was clear ─ I would not be watching any T.V. via our Android TV Box after he arrived home.
He probably did show up by maybe 9:40 p.m., but no matter ─ upon hearing him enter the house, I shut my bedroom door and was probably into bed before 9:40 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 4:30 a.m.
After some eventual sleep, a period of wakefulness set in, and ─ after rising and using the toilet ─ I checked the time as I was returning to bed and saw that it was shortly after 3 a.m. That on the surface seemed like I was going to have a wee bit further sleep, but after lying in bed sleeplessly and then checking the time just ahead of 4 a.m., there seemed scant sense wasting the time until my alarm sounded.
Nevertheless, I did wait some minutes more before making the decision to pull myself from bed.
My interest was to make the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map), so that would entail leaving here around 6 a.m. in order to be assured of arriving at the store right around its 7 a.m. opening. And if I left 10 or 15 minutes earlier than 6 a.m., I could stop at an elementary school playground early along the way and do some pull-ups.
Well, as usual, I managed to waste more time here at home than I reckoned, and it was exactly 6 a.m. once I was outside the locked front door and on my way. The pull-ups seemed out of the question. However, as I walked a sidewalk and approached the school, someone was walking my way along the sidewalk from the other aspect of the school.
I prefer to have as little contact with anyone as possible, so I opted to cut through the school property even though it meant that approximately half of my intended route was now going to be changed. The distance would remain the same ─ I would just be taking an alternate route for that early leg of the hike.
But I did take the time to haul my excessive avoirdupois up for a semblance of two pull-ups before continuing my hike. When I was later back at home, I was to weigh myself while entirely naked and well before having eaten anything, and I registered as being at least 192 pounds (I am something more than an inch short of six feet in height).
To my partial credit as a 72-year-old, to be able to perform two pull-ups at my body weight and while fully clothed for the outdoors, probably is somewhat commendable.
Had I not gotten the time in bed that I had behind me, I likely would have wrestled hard over the idea of making this hike. Apart from the benefit of the walk, there were only three products that I was after that were available at the Superstore that were considerably less expensive than the far nearer competing brand store, so those were deciding factors in the longer excursion.
Would I have still gone if I knew that one of those products was not going to be stocked on the shelves?
Quite possibly, I would like to think. That long walk was a desirable accomplishment in itself.
Alas, I neglected to being along a pair of spectacles to allow me to read the extremely small print on a bottle of natural vitamin E capsules ─ I was after a vitamin E complex, and not just the commonplace d-alpha tocopherol that the uninformed think to be all there is to vitamin E. As Wikipedia's article on Vitamin E states in its very first sentence:
Vitamin E is a group of eight fat soluble compounds that include four tocopherols and four tocotrienols.
The d-alpha tocopherol just happens to be the most abundant of the forms that comprise the vitamin E complex, so it is senseless to merely take that one compound to the total exclusion of all of the others.
My vision is quite poor ─ it was impossible for me to tell if the product I was looking at was a complex of vitamin E, or just the one compound. Since I am not yet exhausted of my present bottle of vitamin E, I felt that I had no choice but to refrain from making a purchase as yet ─ not until I can know precisely what I am spending my money on. I wasn't expecting to find a product that contained the four tocotrienols, but I at least wanted all of the tocopherols represented to some degree.
The South Asian woman serving as my cashier at checkout was most friendly and social ─ but she had no other customers in line, so likely if things were busier she wouldn't have been as engaging.
I also encountered a talkative chap washing his car ─ this was anywhere from a quarter to a half mile from the store as I was wending my way home.
Both events were sustaining to a degree, for even though I do my best to shun people ─ and I can even feel over-brimming with resentment when I have my prized privacy invaded by some passerby when I am out and about ─ I am not inhumane. I respond very favourably to a little positive social interaction.
I was back home without further incident.
My eldest stepson had probably worked a night shift, for his car was not here when I left at 6 a.m. But it was present at my return, and he had already gone to bed.
I never took sure note of the time that I was back home, but for some reason 8:23 a.m. seems stuck in my mind as to when I was finally upstairs and here at my computer after putting away my purchases. I returned to bed to seek a nap at 9 a.m., but I never managed to fall asleep. My brother rose around then.
When I got up from that failed nap around 9:50 a.m., I was soon downstairs to boil water for a mug of hot instant coffee with 'the works'. Prior to my hike, I had consumed a plain black coffee.
My brother got control of the T.V. before I did, so I had to wait until 11 a.m. with him while he watched a programme that he had tuned in before he turned the T.V. over to me to access fare via our Android TV Box (he doesn't understand how to operate it).
Perhaps a week or so ago, I signed up at the Canadian Constitution Foundation website in order to access its free 10-video course on the Canadian Constitution.
The first lesson is titled "Introducing the Canadian Constitution", and is about 22 minutes in duration, so I chose to play the video for the benefit of both my brother and I.
To be brutally honest, it was a dreadful bore. I found my thoughts drifting elsewhere as my focus constantly waned ─ perhaps partially a result of the draining aftermath of my earlier hike. Regardless, my brother admitted that he suffered the same problem.
So we are hoping that when we watch subsequent videos, they will prove more of a stimulant.
I have yet to essay the first lesson's quiz, but I anticipate that I will fail it abysmally.
We also watched a fairly interesting 43-minute video uploaded to Rumble on April 27 by Children's Health Defense that was titled The Importance of Courts in Stopping Illegal Mandates With Leslie Manookian.
While Fauci complains in recent media appearances, it’s important to remember why we have three EQUAL branches of government. Leslie Manookian, Founder of The Health Freedom Defense Fund joins Dawn Richardson on ‘Advocacy Lifeline’ to discuss recent WIN against mask mandates for travel
Laws are being considered and passed that have serious consequences for your health and freedom. Your voice has power, and the “Advocacy Lifeline" with Dawn Richardson will teach you how to use your voice efficiently and effectively to influence legislation and policies to protect your rights.
Pharmaceutical and medical trade lobbyists often push for what benefits their industries’ bottom line, not your health.
Get empowered with up-to-date knowledge of actual bills moving, how the legislative process works and the simple skills and tools you can use to leverage your time to protect your freedom of choice. Education followed by action is the foundation of every episode.
The video was obviously focused on the U.S., but it illustrated such stark juxtaposition ─ especially in light of that first course video on the Canadian Constitution that we had watched ─ to the situation here in Canada where we cannot seem to get anywhere in ridding our nation of the monsters in control of politics and public health.
Our dictator and every trace of the Liberal / NDP coalition must be permanently eradicated.
I finished off our television entertainment with an episode of Inside No. 9. Thus far, we have slowly worked our way to the fourth episode of season (or series) four ─ that was the episode we watched.
I was pleased to recognize actress Nicola Walker guest-starring ─ my brother and I are fans of hers as a result of the T.V. series Last Tango in Halifax. We watched the first four seasons of that latter series, but have yet to follow up with the fifth and final season.
Following Inside No. 9, it was 1:30 p.m. and supposedly time for some bed rest for my brother. However, I soon heard him talking on his cellphone, and then he emerged from his bedroom, announcing that he was heading out for the afternoon.
I hope that he is in tolerable shape by the time he gets back home this evening, for I would like to sit up and catch an episode each of two or three of the series we follow ─ while I enjoy a couple of cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I seek to keep myself supplied with.
I won't much mind if he arrives home after 9:30 p.m., but it is crucial that he not be clearly blitzed ─ there is no sense trying to watch anything if he is so drunk that he is practically stumbling about and bearing the aspect of a blundering Mr. Magoo. When he is like that, he soon passes out and I am forced to have to re-watch at a later date whatever episode it was that I had futilely tuned in.
I will just call it a night and go to bed if he is clearly that sloshed. I won't even try to watch anything with him.
Now with that said, the time is presently past 8 p.m., so I must bring this post to a close, and wish for a good day tomorrow. I have nothing planned for the early a.m., so I can let loose a little this evening.
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