Somehow last evening I did get out on a 5.625-mile round trip walk that saw me do some grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore ─ that was the farthest point of my walk.
I motivated myself by having two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep in supply while I watched a rather inspiring episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ specifically, it was season six's episode seven ("Back to the Finale: Part II").
I must say, I do dearly hope that sexy alien Kayla did not truly die. Actress Aliyah O'Brien (who portrays Kayla) is smouldering hot!
Anyway, I also watched a women's MMA match on YouTube ─ the video was 35 minutes, and the match took place last year on July 20: Full Fight | Taneisha Tennant defends her bantamweight title against Olga Rubin | Invicta FC 48.
I was rooting for Israel's Olga Rubin, but the defending champion Taneisha Tennant got the split decision after the fight went all five five-minute rounds.
One judge must have been on loan from the WWF or some other professional wrestling organization, for he gave Taneisha all five rounds. At best, I might have accorded her three of the rounds, for Olga deserved two of them by my estimation.
Thankfully I had the T.V. turned off and was upstairs in the bathroom when I heard my brother arrive home. I was all dressed to leave, so I waited until he came upstairs to his bedroom to dress down and then I sneaked away, forgetting my cellphone. All I can say is that it was likely around 9:10 to 9:15 p.m.
Real Canadian Superstore closes at 11 p.m.
That malt had an impact, and I was still feeling it by the time I was back home, by which time it must have been getting near 11:40 to 11:45 p.m. My brother was still up watching T.V.
He finally went to bed around 12:45 a.m., but by then he had graduated from beer to at least three shots of his hard liquor ─ and I do not mean "shots" in the strict measurement sense. He pours liberally. I am sure he was feeling rather rough this morning.
I probably got to bed around 1:30 a.m., or maybe a little later. I had resisted opening another can of malt.
I wasn't feeling great come morning, and likely rose before 7:30 a.m. because sleep simply was no longer available.
When my brother and I got together for some morning T.V. via our Android TV Box, I led us off with an hour-or-so video streamed three days ago to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: Oil and Gas Pipeline Politics.
Investigative journalist Charlotte Dennett is here to talk about her book: ‘Follow the Pipelines’ and dig deep into the deadly politics that are involved in the great game for oil.
Follow the Pipelines: https://tinyurl.com/pu4sudvj
I got the impression that maybe it became clear to Laura-Lynn that Charlotte might not be all that savvy an "investigative journalist". Yes, she likely knows her oil politics, but she's something of a climate change dunce, buying right into that agenda.
The second video I tuned in was abandoned by mutual agreement after maybe 15 minutes. I instead tuned in a documentary that I had previously recorded onto a flash or thumb drive.
The documentary is an excellent three-part series on Ancient Greece narrated by Liam Neeson, and this was part or episode 2 ─ we had watched the first episode last week, I believe. The series ─ titled Ancient Greece: The Crucible of Civilization ─ can be found at YouTube's AgeOfAntiquity channel at this link. The episodes are not too much short of an hour, ranging around 54 or 55 minutes.
My brother sought some bed rest before leaving for the day to again socialize. I had not yet returned to bed for a needed early afternoon nap when he emerged from his bedroom and left for the day.
Once I had my nap, around 2:51 p.m. I was out in the backyard to sun. However, I doubt that I acquired as much as 20 minutes frontally when enormous thunderstorm-like clouds began rolling in, and I felt myself to be wasting my time.
The sky seemed to clear up much later, but that was too late for me.
By the way, shortly after 10 a.m. I visited the backyard tool shed for some exercise, possibly just slightly weighing under 190 pounds fully clothed. In the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I tackled, I forced out my current usual repetitions: four in the first set, and two repetitions in each of the remaining five sets.
But it was dreadfully difficult. If I did not have a 'usual' or norm established, I do not believe that I would have managed those totals. I felt over-trained, and I do believe that I am lacking in proper quantities of essential amino acids (protein) in my diet. I am hoping that what I am consuming today will help with that deficit ─ tomorrow's exercises early into my early a.m. planned five-mile walk will prove whether this is so.
Finally, I want to reveal that this morning my cousin Doug S. of Edmonton ─ who is trying to fill out a genealogy tree at a certain related website ─ asked me for whatever information I could supply concerning my father's first wife and daughter.
Doug named them both.
I knew that my father had married during the WWII years, and had sired a daughter who died young while he was serving overseas, but I do not believe that I ever knew her name. I did know the first name of his wife, but I had forgotten it.
So in seeing Doug's information, I did an online check and for the very first time in my 73 years, I now know who my 'older' half-sister was. Carole Ann was apparently born on December 3, 1941; and she died on January 21, 1945.
I had come to wonder if she even existed and was not more than a mis-remembered tale.
Now she is finally real to me. My 'older' little sister who never got to be much older than four.
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