As expressed in yesterday's post as being the plan, last evening around 9:10 p.m. I left on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore in the Guildford area of Surrey. Doing this saved me having to rise at 2 a.m. this morning for one of my nighttime five-mile walks, and of course I got a little shopping done.
The trip was unremarkable, and I had quite a bright moon for company on the trek home ─ it was 11:33 p.m. as I approached the front door.
My younger brother was still up, and engaged in the kitchen in a lengthy drunken (i.e., my brother was) conversation with my eldest stepson (28 years old).
Evidently when my brother eventually finished eating a meal at the dining table and joined me in the living room where I was watching whatever T.V. channel he had tuned in, he felt inspired to sit up and keep me company instead of going to bed.
I do not know why. He was ridiculously drunk. Yet from maybe midnight until he gave it up and went to bed shortly after 1 a.m., he managed to swill down two cans of beer and an unknown quantity of Scotch on top of however much beer he had already ingested.
The consequence was that he never came downstairs from his bedroom this morning until nearly 9:30 a.m. ─ over an hour later than usual.
I certainly did not require the company he presented me last night, and he kept me up longer than I desired. However, I never slept particularly well anyway ─ my walks are always antipathetic to a good sleep.
He had to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. this morning to drive her to work, so all we watched before then was an 11-minute video uploaded last June 23 to Rumble's The Why Files channel: Sounds from the Hell | The Borehole Drilling Project that went Very Wrong.
Wikipedia's version of the story is their article Well to Hell.
I have to say here that I am becoming annoyed with this cheap trick of the host of The Why Files always telling these stories as if he is reporting some genuine mystery, only to have him later declare that it is fiction. I am interested in learning about genuine mysteries ─ not fictions.
Anyway, while my brother was away, I sallied out to the backyard tool shed for some exercising after first weighing myself for it: 193 pounds fully garbed.
The six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups saw me barely attain repetitions of 4 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2; and it was all I could do to eke out the 17 100% full-range push-ups thereafter. Even before I had done 10, I was pausing in the arms-extended position for several seconds, and my last few were held for five or more seconds.
As often enough explained, I lower myself until thighs, torso, and chin brush the floor, and then I push up until my elbows lock.
After my brother was back, we watched two videos uploaded to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel.
The first was 53 minutes long and had been uploaded on November 13, 2021: Alec Baldwin and the Rust Tragedy - Part 5 - Framed?
Mark Groubert and Eric Hunley continue the exploration of The Rust movie set tragedy where Alec Baldwin shot and killed Halyna Hutchins.
Who is the armorer mentor? The DA knows who loaded the gun? What is her history? Is Hannah Gutierrez Reed being framed?
And the lawsuits are coming in.
I hope that we can get through the entire lengthy series of these "Rust shooting incident" videos.
The second video was over 1¼ hours in length (1:17:25), and had also been uploaded November 13, 2021: The Rise of Elliott Smith - Restored with Gavin Stone and Lena Sisco.
Elliott Smith was seen as the voice of his generation until his life was cut tragically short. Was it self-inflicted or something else? Stay to the end for body language analysis and statement analysis by Gavin Stone and Lena Sisco.
This video is combining three separate videos that people don't want you to see!
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No, that is not my affiliate link; and I am one of those who cannot claim to ever having heard of the musician.
My brother sought some bed rest with maybe 10 minutes remaining to the video, and he left for the day to socialize before I had yet sought a needed early afternoon nap.
The day has been a mix of Sun and cloud, and is fairly chilly.
My wife ─ who left YVR early in the evening of January 23 to visit a sister of hers who lives in Rome ─ left that city today on an Emirates flight to go to Thailand where she will be visiting her mother, other family, and friends in and around the family home village.
Even she does not yet have an idea of how long she will be in her home country.
I find myself unable to stay current with her posts of photos to her Facebook account, so I will carry on with a few that are continued from my last shares.
These two photos were taken at Rome's Trevi Fountain, and posted to my wife's Facebook account at 9:39 a.m. on Friday, March 31 (2023) ─ but that is Pacific Time Zone reckoning. In local Rome time, it was 5:39 p.m.:
I have no time for more ─ it is already approaching 8:15 p.m., and my brother could return home now at any point. Heck, I had even hoped to get out for some local grocery shopping, but there is now no time.
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