Since my younger brother was home around 7:30 p.m. last evening ─ unexpectedly early by far ─ despite intending to get to bed fairly early for my 2:30 a.m. get-up and subsequent walk overnight, I got to watch a little more T.V. than otherwise expected.
Employing our Android TV Box and apps that I have downloaded within it, I led us off with an episode of Riverdale. When that finished, it was still too early to be getting to bed, so I then tried a new series ─ the premiere episode of Young Wallander.
We finally ended up watching an episode each of Ghosts (American version) and then the premiere episode of The Wonder Years (2021 version).
Concerning Young Wallander, I had not read anything about it. I only knew that my brother and I had found the Kenneth Branagh Wallander series to be superb, so watching a prequel series was supposed to be almost nostalgic.
Instead, we discovered that this incarnation of a Young Wallander is not going to have any relationship at all, beyond the character's name. Its setting is the present ─ not the era in which Kurt Wallander would have been a rookie cop.
If Young Wallander truly was Kenneth Branagh's earlier self, then the series should have the 1980s as its backdrop ─ at very minimum. Possibly an actual Young Wallander would have been a rookie cop even earlier. I am only basing my estimate on the fact that Wallander's first season aired in 2008 when actor Kernneth Branagh would have been 45 or 46 during the filming.
For a Young Wallander who might have been 25, we would then have to go back another 20 years ─ i.e., 1988.
However, if we use the Swedish series Wallander and its lead actor Krister Henriksson, the first season spanned 2005 / 2006. At that point in time, the actor was around 58 or 59 years old (he is 75 today). Bring that back to when the actor was 25, and we're looking at the early 1970s.
Clearly, the 1970s ─ nor even the 1980s ─ do not have anything in common with the world of today. It is impossible to feel any relevance between Young Wallander of now and either version of the two other Wallanders.
I am currently 72 years old. In the 1970s, I had the decade of my 20s; and in the 1980s, that was the decade of my 30s. If I was a Young Wallander back in the 1970s, how could I possibly be portraying myself accurately if somehow I shed all of my intervening years and was the same age today that I was back then?
There could be no correlation. Nothing is the same ─ not even the communities I lived in. Businesses I regularly shopped in back then are gone. Hotel beer parlours and hotel pubs I frequented are all gone ─ and the full nudity strippers that became a feature of the 1970s hereabouts in those places are also a distant thing of the past.
Obviously there was no Internet, let alone laptops.
The times were just too different.
Notwithstanding, my brother and I will continue with the series because we love British productions, for the most part.
My wife had come home that evening from her half day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She was supposed to have worked a full day, but she evidently got involved in partying and acquired little sleep, showing up here in the early afternoon that day to get as much napping as was possible before she had to leave on her quite long drive to get to the restaurant.
So last evening, she did not remain up much longer after she got home. She preceded me to bed, yes; but earlier, I did not even expect that she would yet be home when I sought my own bed (we have separate bedrooms).
During my time watching T.V. with my brother, I had drunk two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep myself stocked with. My cellphone alarm was properly set for 2:30 a.m. even though it was probably at least 10:30 p.m. when I retired (it was likely later).
As usual, I never slept continuously until the alarm sounded. And for the second consecutive time when it did go off, it actually startled me. Normally I have a hard time hearing it.
I rose to start dressing, realizing that my eldest stepson was still up watching whatever he watches on a laptop. However, I believe that he was unaware of my activity, and that I got on my way unnoticed. By the time I was on the street outside, it was 2:48 a.m.
As I reported yesterday, after having lost track of my flashlight / stun gun's recharger cord since possibly late last September, I found it on Wednesday. Now I have a flashlight / stun gun that I am confident has all of the charge that I might need. No longer will I have to be reluctant to use the light out of fear that I am draining away the battery.
My north Surrey walk was one I have come to favour ─ as shown on this Google Map, the rectangular perimeter was defined by 96th and 100th Avenues on two sides, and 132nd and 148th Streets on the other two sides. The centre of that rectangle is displayed on the map as the 9800 block of 140th Street.
Armed again with a usable flashlight, I was once more able to tread alongside 96th Avenue between Green Timbers Way (Google Map) and 148th Street, a stretch of paved walkway that is extremely irregular due to errant tree roots upheaving it. My outer left ankle feels as if it was recently sprained, so I have been avoiding that challenging walk that invariably exacerbated the state of my ankle.
Of note on the walk was a coyote sighting ─ it crossed 100th Avenue and entered Green Timbers Access (Google Map). I often see rabbits and occasionally skunks and even raccoons, but it has been some time since I last saw a coyote.
There were only two other sightings worth mentioning. One was when a hooded young fellow crossed the King George Boulevard approximately midway between the 9701 block and 98th Avenue / Fraser Highway (Google Map). He crossed from the left of that Google Map to the right (the side of the King George that I was travelling along, and "up" that map). He then proceeded to come my way and we passed one another.
What was remarkable about the chap who was considerably smaller than I am, was that the idiot was hidden behind a face diaper. He was all alone at maybe 3:15 a.m. at night on deserted streets, yet he was too afraid to be outside without a damned mask.
There are just too many hopeless Canadians in this country. The tyranny is only going to overwhelm us because of these gullible clods who are unfortunately the blind majority of us.
The other sighting was more interesting to me. As I was walking from 148th Street to Green Timbers Way (Google Map) and was nearing it, a young woman in a full track suit came bounding past me on the opposite side of 96th Avenue where there is no walkway, and she then nipped across the highway and turned onto Green Timbers Way.
She was incredibly light on her feet, truly bounding along, and at times leaping. I was near to Green Timbers Way, but by the time I turned onto it, she was not even in sight anymore. Considering that it was maybe 4:30 a.m. at very most, one would not expect to see a young woman jogging all by herself with nothing but urban forest all around her.
I was back home by maybe 4:48 a.m., but I remained outside for at least 35 minutes to water garden plants in the front yard.
I don't recall when I returned to bed, but it might have been approaching 6 a.m. Again, I slept on and off, and next checked the time at 9:11 a.m., if I am remembering correctly. This was later than intended, so I hustled up and was soon downstairs to join my younger brother for some morning T.V.
At his invitation, I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's latest video of yesterday, a 15-minute (14:49) short titled July 21 Canadian Provinces Are Taking Down "V" Hospital Stats From Public View Right Now!!
A very quick episode to show you what they are doing to conceal the damning evidence from public view. Why they are doing this...
Then I tuned in the latest from yesterday that Christopher James (A Warrior Calls) uploaded to Rumble: Fight for What's Right.
Guest: Tony Pantalleresco
www.augmentinforce.50webs.com
The video was a little over 1¾ hours long (1:48:28). And as usual, the content was certainly interesting enough, but I still see no legitimate reason to believe that enough proponents of 'Common Law' are going to mass together to end the tyranny and start bringing the perpetrators of all descriptions to justice.
Tony Pantalleresco certainly had a lot of interesting 'alternative' ideas relating to health. This was my first exposure to the gent.
My wife rose early into that video, and soon left to put in a full day of work at the restaurant (it opens at 11 a.m.). True to her word, last evening she replaced $980 of what had been a $3,700 debt to our chequing account, and thus we had enough money in that account to meet the monthly mortgage payment debit that occurred today.
The account's balance is now $94.12, and will not have any further funds until my monthly pension shows up later this month. I am going to have to try and do something to keep her from grabbing my money before I have a chance to do anything with it ─ she keeps me perpetually broke and unable to buy things for myself, even though it is my damned income. Hers is never enough for her.
My brother and I finished our morning's viewing with an episode of The Last O.G.
He never bothered with any rest, and thus early into the noon hour left to hook up with a drinking buddy.
The morning was solidly overcast, and that was unchanged by the advent of the noon hour. I needed a nap, so I decided to take advantage of the cloud cover to have it.
When I was done, I discovered that the afternoon was already mainly sunny. Even so, I decided to get a start on this post before undergoing any sunning, but the result was that for the third consecutive afternoon I have only had time to sun my front. And today, I did not start doing so until 4:50 p.m., putting in a mere half hour.
I neglected to mention the wasp sting in this post that I incurred to the underside of my right foot yesterday afternoon. I had concerns about my ability to be walking overnight, but by then I noticed absolutely nothing ─ there was not a trace of any discomfort in my boot on that foot.
Anyway, since I have nothing planned for the early a.m. tomorrow, I am free to sit up this evening after my brother returns home, and have a couple cans of malt while we watch an episode each of two or three of the T.V. series that we follow in common.
No comments:
Post a Comment