Despite the closing expectations stated in yesterday's post, I did not travel as far afoot early last evening as implied. Blogging took too damned long.
What I did do was hike the near-mile to my financial institution's ATM where I withdrew $250, leaving $128.16 in my chequing account. And I see that today one of those automated debits that I never know anything about was enacted for $16.51, so now there is but $111.65.
I keep the balance low in order to thwart the worst of any rescidivism of my wife's gambling addiction. If I left, say, $1,800 in the account, once she was in the throes of her addiction, the entire sum could be in jeopardy.
And so I try to keep just enough in the account to meet any of these automated debits that occur from time to time.
While I was out, I also stopped at an elementary school playground to tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I fared badly.
Even though yesterday had been comparatively mild-temperatured and we even had rain, after darkness set in, so did a freeze. I was almost shocked by what I was met with when I left home on that outing. Footing was already getting risky from frozen snow that had been compressed into ice; and black ice was also developing from earlier rain and snow melt.
I had on some light gloves with very flexible leather palms and finger undersides, but the metal bars I used for the exercising were dripping with ice-cold water that had not yet frozen, even though the metal bars already seemed cold enough for that transition.
I already knew that dressed as I was, I weighed just over 195 pounds (I am not quite five feet and 11 inches in height, but I am also 73 years old). I could not quite perform five full pull-ups in the first set ─ and in fact, my fingers were already so cold while doing those repetitions that I was losing my grip.
I tried to do two further repetitions in each of the next two sets, but the second repetition was just a little more than I could achieve ─ and the cold wet of my nearly soaked gloves was so intense that I found myself having to pull off my gloves and blow warm air onto my frigid fingers.
The last three sets were chin-ups, so these were a little easier in that I was able to achieve a full two repetitions in each of them, but it was a trial bearing that dreadful cold. Honestly, it was cruel.
It was good to get back home.
After my younger brother was home in the latter evening following his daily socializing, we were not to have our usual evening's television entertainment as made possible by our Android TV Box. The first show that I tuned in was the second-to-last episode of The Innocents; but probably just over halfway through it, the link failed.
I tried others, but none of them worked. When I used different apps and had the same results, it dawned upon me that the fault did not exist with the apps nor our Android TV Box. To confirm, I went upstairs to my computer and proved that we had no Internet service.
I had no interest in watching anything on regular T.V., so I turned it over to my brother and I came upstairs here to my computer to kill time ─ mainly, playing FreeCell games.
Then around 11 p.m., my brother had our Telus television service fail him.
My youngest stepson was somewhat newly home (the eldest was not), but he was readying for bed and essentially unaffected by this loss of entertainment. However, he must have heard my brother outburst his dissatisfaction, and interceded to see if he could remedy anything.
Fortunately, the transmission loss was relatively brief. But by this point my brother had wearied of the fare he had to settle with, so I offered to play something I had previously recorded onto a thumb drive.
And thus it was that we were to watch the first episode of the documentary series Rome: Power and Glory. That episode was titled The Rise, and that link ought to take you to a 51-minute source at BitChute.
A 1998 Discovery Channel History Documentary narrated by Peter Coyote.
Episode 1: Two thousand years ago, one civilisation held the entire Western world in its grasp. From Northern Europe to Africa and the Middle East. It imposed laws, ideas and a single language. Rome was the super power of the ancient world. Indeed later super powers never stopped learning the lessons of her spectacular rise and fall. Rome truly was a colossal empire.
During the rise of the Roman Empire, it was not always easy to separate virtue from vice, or hero from villain. Indeed, all too often, they were one and the same. Rome was still an adolescent discovering who it wanted to be, and its dream of greatness was a prelude to a nightmare. It was not for another 100 years that the state would mature and commit to one enduring view of itself. It would be the army, more than any other force that was destined to shape Rome's lasting identity.
It was unusually good for this sort of documentary, and even my rather drunken brother paid close attention.
As our good luck would have it, the episode ended at midnight, and on a whim I gave our Android TV Box another go that at first still offered no results ... but then it seemed to suddenly kick into life and all was normal once again.
As a result, we capped off our night with an episode of The Conners.
We had no troubles with our Internet this morning. I tuned in Christopher James Pritchard's (A Warrior Calls) upload of today to Rumble: Evil Exposed Solution Shown.
Thursday, December 8th, 2022 Live Stream
Guest: John Peters
Actually, Christopher's brief guests were both John and Debra Peters (husband and wife). It was definitely an interesting enough episode, so I also tuned in Christopher's recommended 16-minute Rumble upload of yesterday: Dr. Bhakdi Facts Expose Massive Deaths.
Dr. Sucharit Bhakdi is a world-renowned virologist and professor of microbiology. He has made major discoveries in the fields of immunology and virology.
I wish that I could find out if Dr. Sucharit Bhakdi has done any interviews in his native Thai ─ I would love for my wife to hear him speak if he has anything in that language, for her English is inadequate to fathom much of what he says in English.
I have sent my eldest stepson an E-mail asking him if he can find out ─ he knows how to do searches in Thai, and can also obviously read and understand it.
I want to wrap up this post ─ it is approaching 8 p.m.
The day has been overcast, but above freezing. We may have some rain overnight, I believe.
I had considered going for a fairly long walk after dark, but once again blogging took too much time. Also, I absolutely hate all of the infernal street traffic out there, as well as the too-many other pedestrians ─ including nighttime dog-walkers.
Perhaps I will try and steel myself for an outing before it quite gets dark tomorrow ─ maybe I will finally make the hike to the government liquor store about two miles from here.
I can but wait and see.
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