Due to Facebook Messenger texting with my wife last evening ─ she is in Thailand, and left Canada the evening of January 23 ─ I never got to bed until well after 10 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up for a five-mile (minimum) walk.
I must have been keyed up, for sleep was so damned difficult that I was likely still awake at 11 p.m.
When my alarm sounded, ill slept as I was, I hurriedly rose and began dressing.
Imagine my intense ire when I opened my bedroom door to have a needed parting pee and discovered that ─ just as was the case two nights before ─ my idiot youngest stepson was shut up in the bathroom having an unnecessary shower.
Nobody needs a bloody 2 a.m. shower!!
I was furious. And it was not only that which had me aggravated, for his older brother was still up ─ I had to sneak away. These walks are no one's business but mine.
I had my relief in the alleyway beside our house, just as I had to do the two nights earlier.
It seemed almost mild enough outside to have just worn a shirt and tee-shirt with no jacket.
Despite my painful 'texter's thumbs' ─ my right thumb base is noticeably swollen, and I thought last evening there was some purpling ─ I made my usual early stop at an elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.
I first had to wipe the dew-soaked metal bars dry, and then managed three repetitions in my first set and two repetitions in the remaining five sets. I weighed myself while fully clothed after getting home later on, and registered around 196 pounds.
Earlier last evening while stripped naked for a bath, I was about 189 pounds.
It was 2:11 a.m. when I first checked the time after locking the front door and getting on my way; and it was 4:02 a.m. once I was back home outside that same locked front door. The house was in darkness by then.
I put in a little jogging on the walk ─ mostly the final three blocks of 100th Avenue in the approach to 148th Street. Essentially, I begin at Green Timbers Access (Google Map).
As I plodded along that stretch, I noticed what was probably a coyote perhaps a block from 148th Street. It may have just finished crossing 100th Avenue, and was nosing about for best access into the shrubbery that marks the growth of so-called forest in that area.
I was a wee bit uncomfortable having to jog past that spot.
There was nought else warranting mention about my outing. The sky was broken light cloud with clear blackness between.
I was back into bed a little more than an hour after getting home.
My morning began before 8:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V.
After I joined him, and he turned the T.V. over to me at 9 a.m. so I could put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with two documentaries available on YouTube.
My brother did not appear at all happy about the first ─ it was 42 minutes, and had been uploaded to the DW Documentary channel yesterday: Jaffa – tourist hotspot and realtors‘ dream.
Tel Aviv is one of the top three most expensive cities in the world – after Singapore and New York. The district of Jaffa is especially affluent. Here, you’ll find row upon row of hip cafés and refurbished villas. But behind the gleaming facades lurk racism and injustice.
Jaffa was once the most important port in the Middle East. But the coastal neighborhood declined after the Palestine war of 1947-1949, which left people living among the ruins. The everyday lives of residents were shaped by poverty and crime. But in recent years, city authorities launched a revitalization program for the district. Today, Jaffa is a tourist hotspot and realtors’ dream. As the film shows, Jaffa has changed so much in the past few years it’s now impossible to find an affordable place to live.
My brother might have gotten more out of it if there had been less subtitling. His vision seems to be worse than mine for that sort of thing.
He seemed to have more interest in the next documentary, even though it was an hour long ─ it had also been uploaded to YouTube yesterday, but this time to the ENDEVR channel: Married to a Hunted Russian Billionaire | The Oligarch's Wife.
A story of unimaginable wealth and luxury and the descent into a bitter feud and a family tragedy.
Inside the secret world of Sergei Pugachev, a Russian oligarch, and his British partner Countess Alexandra Tolstoy, mother to their three children. Filmed between the UK, France and Russia, this film sets out to tell the story of their Russian romance, unimaginable wealth and privileged lifestyle. Sergei, once known as Putin’s banker, amassed a $15 billion fortune, owning one of Russia’s largest private banks, shipyards, a coal mine and designer brands, until his fall from favour with the president.
With his empire now at risk from the Russian government and threats made to his life, Sergei flees to his chateau in France in a bid to fight back. Alexandra is left behind with the children in London, and the pressure on their relationship soon starts to show, with events quickly overtaking their fairy tale of power, money and love.
Alexandra Tolstoy reminded me so powerfully of an actress, but I just cannot bring to mind exactly who ─ possibly a younger Meredith Baxter?
Truly, it was a shame that the pressures placed upon them by his position as an out-of-favour Russian oligarch proved too great a strain for their relationship. Obviously we can not know the full truth behind the dissolution, but some of it can be understood and even imagined.
We finished our viewing with the fairly long (1:22:17) addition of just today to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Critical Race Theory (CRT) With David Haskell.
Professor David Millard Haskell joins Tanya Gaw to discuss the damage Critical Race Theory and “Anti-Racism Education” is doing in our public education system and society.
Presentation notes will be posted on this page:
Empower Hour Guest's Resources
https://action4canada.com/useful-links
About David Haskell
https://action4canada.com/empower-hour-david-haskell-critical-race-theory-april-26-2023
Critical Race Theory: A Marxist Agenda to Destroy Western Christian Civilizations
https://action4canada.com/critical-race-theory-a-marxist-agenda-to-destroy-western-christian-civilizations
My brother sought bed rest ere the video had quite done. Even so, I fixed up my day's first meal and ate it, and then was into bed for a nap by the time he emerged from his bedroom and ─ as I was later to discover after finding his van still here ─ hoofed off to catch what would probably be the first of two buses so he could rendezvous with at least one drinking buddy at a specific pub.
Following my nap ─ from which I was reluctant to rise ─ I felt rather unwell. The day had been mainly sunny, yet I realized that even if I had the time, I was not in any fashion inclined to be sitting outside in the backyard benefiting from the Sun's brilliance.
However, my eldest stepson took his Harley for a ride late this afternoon ─ his first such outing of the year.
Anyway, not much is well with me any longer.
I am still giving consideration to suspending blogging due to the pain and sensitivity the typing in causing the joints in my thumbs and fingers.
And so I conclude today's post, indicating that there has still not been a reply to my Monday evening E-mail to the contact at the lawyer firm threatening my wife over an unpaid credit card balance, nor has there been a response from my Tuesday evening E-mail to a woman who had been coordinating credit debt consolidation payments on my wife's behalf ─ I had sought this woman's assistance at the request of my wife.
If the damned lawyers attempt to make good their threat to initiate legal proceedings if they do not hear from my wife within 15 days of the date of the letter (April 17), I will challenge them on incompetence and neglect because of their nominated agent's failure to make reply to my E-mail that I had sent in my wife's stead.
She can do nothing over in Thailand in her home village where she is presently staying with her mother.
All of this was explained.
Enough for today.
