Unstinting Worries

 

After my younger brother was home in the latter evening yesterday, I put our Android TV Box to work. Actually, he arrived home while I was most of the way through an episode of Prodigal Son, a series I watch on my own, so he had to sit through the latter portion.

Then I tuned in an episode each of Castle Rock, Z-Cars, Shoestring, and Riverdale.

Where the two old British series are concerned, I access what we watch via YouTube. Very few episodes of Z-Cars are available, so last evening I tuned in (at this link) the episode "Inspection" that was first aired November 2, 1965.

Guest star actor Bernard Archard was excellent as the visiting "HM Inspector of Constabulary"; he is a very familiar face, but I still am unable to retain memory of the actor's name.

All episodes of the two seasons of Shoestring are presently available at YouTube's Worzle TDB's Classic TV channel.

I was planning on not having any beer due to my 24-hour fast that was newly underway, but I demurred and did have two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep in stock. If I was going to bed relatively early as will be the case this evening, I would not have indulged; but I just could not imagine sitting up into the midnight hour watching T.V. with my brother without the alcoholic fortification.

By the way, my fast got a great start because just before it commenced, my youngest stepson who had nipped out, returned with a delicious and sustaining take-out feed that he handed to me that seemed to me to be based upon saffron rice.

It was more filling than what I would likely have eaten otherwise.

As I wrote about in yesterday's post, I had a lengthy discussion with him and his older brother late that afternoon concerning the mortgage renewal ─ the lads actually recommended selling the property instead of hanging on with payments and the huge related associated fees.

They wanted me to bring up the topic with my brother ─ something I would only do when he was sober.

So this morning I broached that topic with him, including letting him know about their recommendation to sell. It will be up to him and I.

Obviously we made no decision on the spot, but at least he now knows ─ and he now also knows that I am going to be contacted by phone Tuesday at 4 p.m. by the woman who is handling our mortgage at the involved bank. She and I had already spoken yesterday about the mortgage renewal, for the current contract expires next month.

My poor wife currently visiting her family over in Thailand knows nothing of this debacle. However, she had sent me a Facebook Messenger text yesterday at 7:37 a.m. (Pacific Time Zone) asking how I was.

After seeing the message, I replied back at 9:10 a.m. guardedly:

I guess I am okay ─ but I am going to be having a talk with [my brother] about the house this morning. Both of the boys want me to do this.
 
Next Tuesday, I will be getting a phone call from a woman at RBC about the mortgage renewal. The boys are not too sure we should bother.

So the topic has been hinted at. I never heard anything more from her because at 9:10 a.m. my time yesterday, it was 11:10 p.m. that evening for her in Thailand ─ she likely never even saw the message before she eventually went to bed for the night.

I have four photos of hers that she posted to Facebook ─ this first was posted at 1:24 a.m. (3:24 p.m. Thai time) on Thursday, April 6 (2023):

And these three were evidently taken while she was having her hair dressed ─ they were posted at 2:36 a.m. (4:36 p.m. Thailand time) yesterday, April 7 (2023):

I recognize the woman doing the hairdressing, so the photos were taken in my wife's home village in Udon Thani Province.

I am going to write more of this morning on this rainy day, and the video that my brother and I watched after he had left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work.

The video was 1½ hours (1:32:23), and had been uploaded to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel yesterday: Full Episode #71: An Update from the War on Doctors.

Steve and VSRF Director of Research, Lisa Leahy speak with John Littell, MD on the latest attack on doctors by certification boards & what we can do to ensure our health freedom.
Dr. John Littell is a board-certified family physician. After earning his MD from George Washington University, he served in the US Army, receiving the Meritorious Service Medal for his work in quality improvement, and also served with the National Health Service Corps in Montana. During his eighteen years in Kissimmee, Fl, Dr. Littell has served on the faculty of the UCF School of Medicine, President of the County Medical Society, and Chief of Staff at the Florida Hospital.

Thereafter we only had time for an episode of Barry before my brother sought bed rest ere leaving for the day to socialize. I was in bed seeking a nap when he rose and left.

Earlier when he left to pick up Bev, I ventured out to the backyard tool shed for some exercise. I am no longer risking killing myself by attempting to achieve maximum repetitions in the pull-ups, chin-ups, and full-range push-ups that I engage out there.

I had weighed 196 or even 197 pounds fully dressed and in a pair of runners, so for the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I settled on three repetitions in the first set and two in the remaining five sets.

For full-range push-ups, I settled upon a mere dozen.

I have also had some exercise in the latter afternoon, despite fasting.

I have been feeling the damp chill of the day outside, since I do not have any food in my stomach to help generate body heat ─ this uncomfortable chill was a motivating factor in that afternoon exercising.

I plan some early a.m. grocery shopping tomorrow, so I am not going to be sitting up with my brother this evening. I will avoid him. If he gets home earlier than usual, I will shut myself up in my bedroom until I feel ready to be going to bed.

That said, I do rather hope that he does not show up until well after I have my first food of the day ─ which will not be until just after 8 p.m.

That is all I care to drone about today.