Finish What You Started

As a result of not leaving on my walk last evening until too near to 8:30 p.m., I dispensed with nurtured thoughts of shopping at Save-On-Foods at Fleetwood or even the store fairly nearby in Whalley. I was in no shape to hustle. And since the former store is probably just in excess of three miles distant, while the latter ─ although only a mile or so from here ─ would not be visited until after I had put in at least four miles of a five-mile+ walk, their closing time of 10 p.m. was too inconvenient.

So I had the latter walk at my leisure and did no shopping, although I did withdraw $200 at my financial institution's ATM during the outward leg of that hike.

My younger brother was back home and watching T.V. when I got back here.

After I dressed down and got around to joining him with some improvised supper and two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), he was quick to invite me to put our Android TV Box to work, and so we were to watch an episode each of three of the T.V. series that we follow.

First was Chicago Fire ─ episode 19 ("Finish What You Started") of season 10.

Then came an episode of Chicago PD ─ episode 20 ("Memory") of season nine. This one was exceptionally interesting.

Last was Wolf Creek ─ episode four ("Singing") of season two. We badly did not want disgusting Mick Taylor to manage to kill the Aborigines, but apparently Mick is the 'hero' of the series and is thus charmed at every turn to the utter disadvantage of everybody else. I missed out on the final couple or so minutes of the episode due to the irresistible urgency of a bathroom break; Wikipedia says that the group of four survivors at night "see the lights of a mine site in the distance." Is this only going to turn out to be Mick's hangout where he tortures and kills the victims he brings back alive on his foraging expeditions?

Anyway, my brother sensibly retired to his bedroom, but I likely did not get to bed until 2:30 a.m. or so. Yet I was up this morning ahead of 8 p.m.

And of course, my brother and I were to watch further T.V. together, but not until around 9:15 a.m. when I joined him well after he finally rose for the morning.

This time I used our Android TV Box to tune in a 43-minute (43:58) video uploaded back on June 10, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Gangs Of Britain: Glasgow (Gang Culture Documentary) | Real Stories.

A historical look at Britain's most notorious gangs; this time in Glasgow, with in the infamous Billy Boys.

I recognized the Billy Boys gang as being portrayed occasionally in the T.V. series Peaky Blinders. Likely other mentions also were figured into the T.V. series ─ I believe that Oswald Mosley was mentioned in the documentary.

We only watched one further video in its entirety ─ it was not too far shy of reaching 1½ hours (1:24:41), and had been streamed three days ago to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: LIVE: U.S. Citizens ENSLAVED By Rothschild Bankers, Ken O'Keefe RAILS Against SATANIC Global Cabal.

Ken O’Keefe is here to talk about how satan is real and how the people on top of the global power structure worship pure darkness and evil.

This got to be rather extreme, I must say. Ken O'Keefe made a lot of very good sense, but there is no chance that I am ever going to be convinced that Hitler was a 'good guy'.

My brother got some bed rest following the video; I had not yet sought my needed nap when he emerged from his bedroom and left this sunny day to socialize.

Following my short nap, I fixed up my day's third mug of instant coffee, and then I went out into the backyard and sat facing directly into the Sun for a full half hour. I was fully clothed, but my feet were bared and planted on the lawn.

Damned flies are already becoming a nuisance.

I had been out to the backyard tool shed in the latter morning for some exercise when my brother was away for 20 or so minutes to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work.

I intend to rise at 1:30 a.m. overnight to ready for another five-mile+ walk, so my bedtime will be reasonably early this evening. I did cram in an episode of Supergirl ─ episode 19 ("The Last Gauntlet") of season six.

At one time I found the series to be uplifting and exciting, but it has devolved into ludicrous and tediously extended plotlines ─ and I am so fed up with its rampant open Gayness. I will be glad when I watch the final series episode the next time I tune the show in.

I wanted to make an obligated phone call to Sandy, my late old friend William A.G.'s ladyfriend, but blogging has yet again sucked away my free time. I doubt that I can take the risk ─ my brother is likely to be back home, and I cannot become involved with him.