Let the River Run

My gosh! Early last evening I tuned in the premiere episode of Castle Rock's season two ─ the episode was titled "Let the River Run".

First off, I do not much like the Annie Wilkes character. She had been driving around America with her teenage daughter since the daughter was a little girl, never staying anywhere longer than it takes for Annie to get a job at a medical centre or hospital where she will ultimately steal all the antipsychotics she can make off with.

Annie is addicted to these things, and essentially goes schizoid when she runs out.

She has been living like this for maybe a decade, selfishly hauling her poor daughter all over the place and never allowing the girl to have friends, a life ... anything.

Anyway, there is a scene where the nasty new landlord confronts Annie about something her daughter had seen him doing. He is very threatening.

And then just as if slight Annie has studied some deadly version of martial arts, she lightning-fast knees the guy in the privates, jabs him viciously in the throat once he has bent over, and then she proceeds to jam an ice cream scoop directly into the guys gasping mouth which effectively drops him to the floor.

Before you as the viewer can even blink, she is atop him and ─ using her hand in a hammer-like motion ─ she proceeds to pound the scoop deeper and deeper into the guy's throat until only the top end of the handle is showing.

He does not die pleasantly.

If you are macabre enough and think you can handle the scene, it is at this YouTube link.

I managed to drink two chilled cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep in supply during that episode, plus have my supper.

My wife was home at the time, but out on the sundeck in the dusk, drinking some wine while watching videos on her tablet.

She came into the house around 8:45 p.m. after it was starting to become dark, and together we mused on when it might be that my younger brother would be showing up ─ we both would be vacating the downstairs thereafter. I intended to be getting up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk, so I needed to smartly be getting to bed; and my wife would resort to her bedroom to watch her videos in peace.

My probably drunken brother would be drinking more beer and watching T.V.

Well, we had no sooner done our musing on him when I saw him arriving home, so that was that. It was not quite 9 p.m.

I was to get some sleep under my ceiling fan, which probably only blew dry warm air over me and helped dehydrate me. After waking with a dried-out mouth, I made to try and return to sleep; but then I opted to check the time, for I did not like how awake I felt.

It was just a couple of minutes past 1 a.m.

So I did my best to relax until my cellphone chimed at 1:30 a.m., and I rose to begin readying for my walk. One of my stepsons was still up, but he soon enough turned out the light downstairs and retired.

I always amuse myself by checking E-mails and such, and in doing so I noticed at my wife's account that a couple orders she had made with Temu.com had supposedly been delivered ─ according to the E-mail, at 11:57 p.m. late that earlier evening!

How could that possibly be? No delivery services operate that late!

I was to learn from my wife late this morning that apparently the delivery did occur ─ my brother found the package(s) outside when he had opened the door for some reason. Maybe he noticed headlights through the drawn blinds? Or he was getting set to go to bed ─ he always opens the front door for some reason before locking it up for the night.

Anyway, this is good to know ─ a Temu delivery might show up at any time.

I also checked the temperature online ─ I did this maybe around 1:45 a.m. To my deep surprise, it was supposedly 22.1° Celsius ─ that's 71.78° F!

And I thought that hitting 20° Celsius the previous couple of nights was something exceptional.

Just before I left on my walk, I weighed in between (I think) 186 and 187 pounds without a jacket. It was 2:07 a.m. when I set off.

That is a decently low weigh-in. Yet when early into my walk I stopped for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at an elementary school playground, it took just about everything I had to achieve my new normal in repetitions in those six sets ─ i.e., 4 - 3 - 3 - 3 - 2 - 2.

Honestly, I do not think that I can maintain those repetitions. As I wrote yesterday, I feel myself to be declining rather than improving in ability.

I was to find myself rather low on energy thereafter ─ I had no desire to try to push my pace. I felt drained, listless.

I never had to make any substantial detours on the walk to avoid night people ─ nothing more than maybe crossing a street to be removed from anyone in my path. I had to also give a skunk a berth, for one thrust itself into my path.

The night sky was moonless and clear; and by the time I was back home, it was 4:11 a.m.

I think that I was back to bed by 5:15 a.m.

Time is running away on me, so I must be quick. Already it is after 7:30 p.m.

When my brother and I got together this morning for some T.V. via our Android TV Box, I led things off with a 43-minute video uploaded to YouTube's Real Stories channel back on December 5, 2015: The Men With Many Wives (Polygamy Documentary) | Real Stories.

Polygamy – the practice of having more than one wife – is illegal in the UK. Despite this, the number of polygamous marriages is rising. The question is, why? To find out, this investigative documentary goes into people’s homes, Muslim community centres and matchmaking services to get answers to some downright awkward questions like: Why exactly do the men need more than one wife? Why would a woman give up her legal rights to marry a man who already has a wife? Through individual testimonies by men and women involved, the film sheds light on one of the most contentious issues facing Britain’s Muslim community.

I cannot say that I am either sympathetic nor understanding ─ especially when the polygamist is supporting three wives and his various children through welfare.

We next spent considerable time watching something else, but finally aborted it, so I will not identify it.

The last video we watched was almost 1¾ hours (1:44:43), and had been added to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel on August 5, 2020: Armageddon: Stalin's USSR (Only at Bitchute).

For a quarter of a century, he ruled his huge Empire with a ruthless iron fist. Terror was his modus operandi – while he was alive, no one, not even his closest family members, were safe. Yet, at his passing he was mourned as the savior of his people.

As I tell people "1 Man's Death A Tragedy. 20 Million Deaths... A Statistic"

After my brother sought some bed rest prior to leaving for the day to socialize, I had some of my wife's cooking for my day's first meal. I then got roped into a couple projects of hers, and even though she left just past 3 p.m. to go to work at a Thai restaurant with a 4 p.m. start, I was absolutely useless with weariness by then. I had to scrap intended sunning, and instead had time only for a needed nap.

I am still not done with what my wife has asked of me, so I am closing this post here. I want some supper, and need to get to bed by (hopefully) 9 p.m. so that I can get up at 1:30 a.m. for another of my walks.