Last evening I left on my walk possibly around 9:20 p.m. My destination was Green Timbers Liquor Store.
I am still uncertain on the distance, but a mathematical formula involving the diagonal of a rectangle seems to come up with an overall distance of 4.3542 miles as a round trip.
So let's go with that.
No big deal walking there; but I bought two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (with small tip, $45). I had a backpack with me for one dozen; and I carried a half dozen cans in each hand in tote bags.
After that much weight carried for slightly over two miles, I was definitely suffering. Two dozen cans weigh about 20 pounds.
What is odd is that the 10 pounds of cans on my back were more wearing than the five pounds in each hand, for the weight of the pack was pulling down across the top of the trapezius muscles. I was tempted to equalize everything ─ eight cans in each hand and the other eight in my pack.
Anyway, I am not too keen on doing this very often! I am 74 years old, after all.
I got home to find my younger brother passed out and snoring loudly in his chair in front of the running T.V. He was still out of it when I eventually got around to taking over the T.V. and putting our Android TV Box to work.
The silence involved in me seeking a working source for The Jonathan Ross Show ─ episode five of season or series 21 ─ did not even rouse the drunken lout. Once he was to possibly open his eyes, and growl out some senseless blather.
But he was never to retain much consciousness for either of the two shows I selected. Due to that, I did not bother tuning in a third show. I fully intended to finish my can of beer while watching some random YouTube videos and then go to bed, leaving the inebriated fool snoring there in the dark. But as luck had it, he quickly finally revived with YouTube, and never did lapse unconscious again.
However, he never chose to call it a night and head on upstairs to his bedroom until 3 a.m. Had I challenged him to identify what the two shows were that I had tuned in for us, he would have had no idea.
Concerning The Jonathan Ross Show, towards the end there was a scene whereby professional footie goalie Mary Earps was proving that she could pick up an apple off the floor with just her toes. A good-sized red apple was proving too slick, so Jonathan presented a somewhat smaller Granny Smith or some such, and she succeeded. In fact, she lifted her foot above the coffee table for all to see, and David Walliams obligingly accepted the apple from her foot and then proceeded to take a big bite from it.
It's what I wanted to do, so I absolutely backed the man!
Then he took another big bite, and passed it over to Kirsten Dunst who not only accepted it, but she too had a bite of the apple! I loved her for that!
I found the entire scenario quite titillating, to be perfectly frank.
Anyway, the second show I had tuned in that my brother got no benefit from was The Rig ─ "Episode 4" of what so far is still a single season series.
I was not to get to bed until at least 4 a.m. There was never any sign of my wife, who probably had today off work and thus never bothered to come home after finishing her full day yesterday.
I was probably up this morning soon after 8:30 a.m., and had control of the T.V. soon past 9 a.m. because my brother never made his appearance until well after 10 a.m. ─ more like 10:30 a.m., and quite possibly even after that.
By then I was already watching a two-hour (2:04:30) video at Rumble's Deprogramming With Graces Dad channel: The Matrix Revealed: The Illusion of Choice - Part 3: Escaping the Matrix.
In this final monocast of the series, Scott discusses brokenness and the Christian life: Sit, Walk, Stand.
Refer to the link for a far fuller description with numerous links.
In my heart I believe that Scott Schara is almost completely accurate in his contentions. I have now watched the full four-video series.
My brother didn't even watch the video to the finish, opting to skip the final several minutes in favour of a return to bed.
I never did seek a nap. The day was finally sunny again, so I opted to sun out in the backyard for maybe an hour and 40 minutes.
Blogging took up much of my time thereafter.
Come the early evening, I found myself feeling some despair, financially engendered for the most part. But following my supper I tuned in an episode of Cybill ─ the premiere episode ("Regarding Henry") of season four ─ and indulged in a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).
The urge is present for a boost of the effect of that beer, but I have an early a.m. five-mile+ walk intended. To that very end, I must also ensure a fairly early retirement this evening.
Enough blogging for today. It is 9:36 p.m.
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