There was no appetite for last evening's five-mile+ walk, but somehow I rallied enough to leave here for it a few minutes past 9 p.m.
It was very lightly raining. Sometimes it would seem to have ceased; and other times, it came close to becoming heavy. It has probably been raining similarly now for at least three days and nights.
Our foot or more of snow that fell last week is essentially gone, but last evening I did have to contend with stretches of sidewalk that still had accumulations that impeded easy walking ─ this was the case immediately adjacent to Green Timbers Urban Forest Park (Google Map) as I travelled 'up' 140th Street to 100th Avenue; and then again as I walked from 148th Street along 96th Avenue to Green Timbers Way.
But with the more or less continuous light rain that has fallen since then ─ and temperatures even a couple or more degrees milder ─ I am expecting that if I go walking again this evening, the situation will have vastly improved.
There was something drastically amiss with the footwear I had on at the time. I think that the old hikers have about had it. The soles of my feet felt like the interior of the shoes was sandy or even gravelly, and uneven as well.
In addition, there no longer seemed to be any sort of resilience or cushioning to the shoes as I walked. I had a lot of trouble with them from the start, so I am unsure if I should even try walking in them in the future.
Anyway, I was back home just ahead of 11 a.m., and of course my younger brother was here by then and watching some movie about a native Canadian Indian back in the latter 1960s and early 1970s who loved playing hockey, and who had a shot at playing for an NHL farm team.
Apparently the movie began when the Indian was a boy in a residential school.
Ultimately, in (I believe) 1974 he could no longer bear playing with the team in Toronto or wherever the team was based ─ his teammates were largely unfriendly, and he suffered endless derision from the fans who used to throw plastic figures of Indians onto the ice to insult him.
So he turned his back on what could have led to an NHL career, began working menial jobs all over the country, and became an alcoholic.
Ultimately he had a renaissance experience when he returned to the shores of a lake where he used to frequent as a boy with members of his family. And the movie ended with the much older rehabilitated man showing up where I expect his early hockey-playing tribal peers still lived, and they all openly welcomed their lost brother with the friendship and camaraderie he had lived without for far too long.
Ahh! I just did a search and located the movie title: Indian Horse.
Since my brother had us watch to the movie's conclusion at almost midnight, we were to only have time for me to use our Android TV Box to play an episode of just one of the series we follow in common ─ SS-GB. We have now seen episode three, so there are only two episodes remaining.
The episodes are about an hour long, so my brother was set to head on up to his bedroom at 1 a.m. However, I began to play random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded in our Android TV Box, and he ended up pouring himself some Scotch (or possibly Irish whiskey) and thus watched further T.V. until just about 1:40 a.m.
This sort of makes me feel guilty, for I know that he drinks far too much as things are. I only had three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).
I cannot remember if I was to bed by 2 a.m., or if it was later. My morning was to begin around 8:15 a.m., a little ahead of my brother's morning start.
We were never to watch all of any video this morning, although we will be finishing the last one ─ we just ran out of time, for it ran us to maybe 12:20 p.m. and still had another 45 or so minutes to go.
I will report on it when we have completed watching it.
My brother had to leave at 10:10 - 10:15 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, so I had some backyard tool shed exercise ─ a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and then 15 slow full-range push-ups on the wooden floor.
I did not expect that my brother was to be gone as long as he was. Normally he is back after about 20 minutes, but this time I believe that he may have exceeded an hour. I never asked him why.
Anyway, he sought bed rest after we broke from our last video; and I had a substantial meal and then was into my bed for a nap when he left for the day to socialize.
At most, I was in bed for 75 minutes. Consequently, it is likely that I will require some further rest in bed in order to handle getting out later for that intended walk.
This also happens to be a bath day ─ baths usually utterly deplete me.
And of course, I need to be away on my walk before my brother shows up, so if he gets home unexpectedly early, the outing is definitely in jeopardy.
With that said, I am going to take a break from this post, for at present it is 5:27 p.m.
I watched an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ episode 10 ("Charlie Foxtrot") of season five. This episode was the finale of the first half of the season ─ the very last of them, for the series is done ─ and was certainly exciting enough.
Then I had that hot bath.
I am going to consider this post complete. It is not absolutely certain that I will go on that walk, but I will rest up in my darkened bedroom and see if I can rally. The reported outcome shall have to await tomorrow's post. It is presently 7:40 p.m.
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