My early evening T.V. entertainment yesterday was an episode of Black Lightning ─ this time, season three's episode seven ("The Book of Resistance: Chapter Two: Henderson's Opus"). I also managed to squeeze in a women's MMA match.
By this time my wife was watching videos on her smartphone or tablet in her bedroom; so I do not believe it was too very much after 9 p.m. that I let her know that I was going to bed (we have separate bedrooms).
My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks.
When later my alarm chimed, it actually roused me from a state of limbo. No one else was up, yet I still never managed to be outside and on my way until 2:03 a.m. An online check had yielded the claim that it was 6.8° Celsius (44.24° F.), so I opted to wear my heavy black denim jacket for the first time since the Spring.
The jacket is not a classic cut or fit ─ it is a few inches longer and not exactly form-fitting. And although it is not lined with anything, it is a very heavyweight denim. I had weighed 185 pounds fully-clothed without it on; and 188 / 189 pounds with it on.
It was definitely cool outside. The moonless night sky seemed clear, and the air fairly moist.
When I stopped early into my walk at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I found the equipment damp with condensation, but I was able to easily wipe dry what I intended to use so that I could exercise bare-handed.
Initially I took off my jacket, but I then chose to put it back on and risk not being able to achieve my recent maximums in the sets.
And I was right. I did manage five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; and then three chin-ups in both of the middle two sets. But I just did not have it in me to try and force out a third pull-up between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the fifth set. And I finished with the usual two pull-ups in the final set on the rings, holding the last pull-up at fullest elevation for a hard-won 15-count.
Then I had the usual 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
There really wasn't much else worth mentioning. I did encounter a soft-spoken couple on the unlit Quibble Creek Greenway, at least one of whom had a bicycle or something similar. We exchanged a few pleasantries, but they both spoke so quietly that I honestly had to guess at what they were saying and thus might well have responded incorrectly.
At the time, I was walking 'up' the Greenway towards 100th Avenue as shown on this Google Map, and I met them just about where the angling Greenway straightens out just before reaching the avenue.
Overall I made unexpectedly good time and was back home at 4:06 a.m.
I suspect that it was likely at least 5:45 a.m. before I returned to bed.
And I was likely in bed around 2½ hours before deciding to rise because I correctly believed my brother to already be downstairs watching television. However, I did not join him until maybe 8:45 a.m.
Normally he invites me to use our Android TV Box to tune in "something interesting" up to 10 minutes into Global's The Morning Show (hosted by Jeff McArthur and Carolyn Mackenzie) ─ he seems to enjoy their opening back-and-forth bantering, and the insipid drivel they talk about.
I would think that he had already gotten his fill of this tripe and pap after watching three different Canadian channels of local similar non-news news shows, but it seems not.
Anyway, he was overlong this morning in issuing me the invitation to tune them out, so when they commenced a segment dealing with a name-brand detergent and socks, I had become utterly fed up. Maybe he wants to sit there practically open-mouthed while this brain-dead nonsense is spoon fed to him, but I was having no more of it.
Without a word, I came upstairs here to my computer and began watching a video exceeding two hours (2:06:51) that I know he would have wanted to see, for it related to yesterday's 1 Million March 4 Children that was held across Canada.
I am sure that he soon enough figured out what had happened ─ that he pushed me over the edge with the unimportant and meaningless garbage he subjected me to. But it was too late. I was done with him and his 'entertainment' choices.
I actually only watched that one video. It was on Facebook, and was posted by Odessa Orlewicz who had travelled to Ottawa to experience the event in our federal capital city: Part 1 Ottawa.
The video did end abruptly, long before the Ottawa event was done, but I can find no trace of any "Part 2" video.
Regardless, no later than 11:30 a.m. my brother evidently had his fill of feeble entertainment like the old episode of Corner Gas he had to watch because we only have a basic cable package, so he forsook the T.V. and returned without a word to his bedroom to rest up. As I was to learn later after seeing his van still in the driveway, he would have left afoot to catch a bus in order to rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies at a pub. I was having my early afternoon nap at the time, so he and I never did speak apart from our earliest bit of conversation in the morning before he fathomed that I was in a huff and he was on his own.
I can tolerate only so much and will not be held hostage to infernal "morning shows" targeting the unthinking and superficial among us. If my brother wants to act like he's some 71-year-old woman whose life revolves around that sort of fluff, then have at it. But he'll be doing it on his own.
I had thought that my wife had to work a full day today, but it seems that she was only working the latter half of the day. The Thai restaurant shuts down mid-afternoon and re-opens at 4:30 p.m.
At least, that is where I assume that she left to go shortly after mid-afternoon.
By then I had risen from my nap and was watching another video that I would have shared with my brother, but I have to admit it turned out to be less than involving. It exceeded an hour (1:05:11), and had been livestreamed yesterday to Rumble's The Shadoe Davis Show channel: Shadoe at Nite Wednesday Sept. 20th/2023 1 Million March 4 Kids.
Tonight: Coverage from all over Canada of the Marches for Kids and what is yet to come, Trudeau and Singh still supporting trans ideology amid crashing poll numbers, a new federal party?, and the UN 17 sdg summit
My brother and I will not be seeing one another this evening ─ I have another relatively early bedtime intended, for I must rise again at 1:30 a.m. Thus, it will be most interesting to see how promptly he turns the T.V. over to me tomorrow morning ─ or maybe he truly does enjoy the sort of twaddle he had to consume by himself this morning on T.V.
We had a sunny afternoon, so I could have sat out in the backyard had my wife not been here. Notwithstanding, I likely would not have. I am suffering a bit of something like an eyestrain headache that seems to have developed during my early afternoon nap. Too, this is a bath day, so I do not have the spare time to spend on both activities.
As well, I am going to be postponing to yet another day a phone call to a certain Sandy ─ I have been intending making the call since Sunday, for her birthday was evidently on Saturday. She turned 60.
Life always gets in the way.
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