The Savage Peace

My younger brother arrived home well before I had any intention of going to bed last evening, so I remained shut up here in my bedroom until at least 9:45 p.m. ere calling it a day. My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m.

I suppose that I didn't feel too poorly when the alarm chimed; and I quickly saw that once again my wife had not come home ─ her bedroom door was open.

No one else was up, so I was able to ready and leave on my planned five-mile+ walk in peace. My fully clothed weight was about 189 pounds, and it was 2:07 a.m. once I was outside and set to go.

The southern sky was mostly remarkably dark and cloud free, but the north was heavily overcast. At least everything was dry.

However, when I got to the elementary school playground for some exercise three or four blocks away, I had to wipe dry a condensation-wet jungle gym monkey bar for four sets of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I intended (the final two sets of the six sets were on gymnastics-style rings).

I managed my usual repetitions of late: 5-2-3-2-2-2. And the final pull-up on the rings was held for a 20-count.

Then I performed a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp leading to a school side door.

All of that took the chill off, for it was definitely a cool night.

Around the same distance again from home as I continued my walk, I began feeling spittings of rain. Over the course of my walk it sometimes managed to begin wetting the pavement and concrete; at other times it ceased raining entirely.

I thought I was making good time ... until I began walking the section of 96th Avenue from 148th Street to Green Timbers Way (Google Map). In very short order, my lower left leg's lameness kicked in.

That stretch of walking is along a dreadfully irregular sidewalk full of upheavals, cracks, and depressions as a result of tree root damage over the years; and the sidewalk is also poorly lit.

Henceforth, I believe that I will avoid using 96th Avenue, and instead walk a half mile farther along 148th Street to Fraser Highway, and then take that far superior system. It adds a little bit of distance, but the time I would probably make with the superior walking surfaces should make it worthwhile, particularly if it does not result in that damned lameness.

Despite it last night, I did try to hustle as best seemed reasonable in view of my intention to have a walk this evening that I did not wish to impair myself for; thus it was 4:09 a.m. once I was back home. I was two minutes over an hour, which is rather poor time.

I do not clearly remember now, but I believe that I was back to bed a little ahead of 6 a.m.

And I was back up shortly past 8 a.m. Just as I was rising and dressing, I heard my younger brother leave his bedroom to go downstairs for coffee and T.V.

I didn't join him until around 9:10 a.m., and was very soon to put our Android TV Box into action, leaving us off with a very interesting 18-minute (18:05) video published by Dr. William Makis on May 28 at his Substack: NEW PODCAST! "15 minutes with Dr.Makis" - Episode 016: What if Pfizer & Moderna are the real "clot shots"?

NHL Playoffs decided by blood clot vax injuries? What if COVID-19 mRNA Vaccines are much worse than AstraZeneca or J&J for blood clots?

Next came an appalling 2015 BBC documentary that was just shy of an hour (59:33 or 34): 1945: The Savage Peace.

When the Second World War ended, the people of liberated Europe celebrated their freedom from Nazi tyranny. Their years of suffering had ended, but for millions of Germans, the end of the conflict opened a new and terrible chapter.

We watched it at Rumble, but I now do not know which source I used. However, this search I made there offers eight, so choose one of the sources if the link remains valid.

I didn't expect that my brother was going to sit through the movie I followed the documentary with, but for some reason he did ─ maybe because it did not focus on just one of the plotlines, and thus it kept rotating with something further on each of the stories featured in the reasonably short (1:16:58) 2016 movie: Six LA Love Stories.

I had recorded the movie previously onto a thumb or flash drive solely because it featured Alicia Witt.

If you have a mind to watch it, you presently can at this UpMovies.net link.

The acting was not great by any means, but it had two or three other familiar faces. I actually thought that Michael Keaton was in the cast, but the credits showed that it was actually Matthew Lillard.

And who knew that Beth Grant could so convincingly portray someone so sexually assertive! I found myself wondering how I would have dealt with her commanding advances. It might have been exciting to just submit.

(She's not a month older than I.)

As for Alicia's role, at first I thought that maybe her character was visiting her father or father-in-law. To my mind, there was no way that Michael Dunaway could ever be her love interest. How did he get cast as someone who could turn her on?

And then I realized how: he was the director and one of the writers. He put himself into the role ... lucky dog.

Enough of morning T.V.

This was my brother's day to bus away and rendezvous with drinking buddies at a pub. He did get some bed rest first, but I had still not sought my needed early afternoon nap when he left.

I had no sooner gotten to bed for that nap ─ 2 p.m. or so ─ when I heard my wife arrive home. Even so, I needed the nap, so I remained there and got it.

It was just past 3:30 p.m. when I rose again, by which time my wife had left to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Note that her youngest son must have been feeling poorly today, for he never rose for the day until during my nap, but at least he and his mother socialized. Her eldest son was working a 12-hour day shift (6 a.m. to 6 p.m.).

I remembered something this afternoon that I shared with the younger lad ─ exactly 19 years ago, his mother and I married.

Anyway, the overcast and rather wet early morning progressed into a rather sunny afternoon; but even if this had not been a bath day for me, I probably would not have taken the time to try and get in any sunning.

I am going to close this post here. Maybe if I can get away before 8:30 p.m. on my desired walk, I might find something suitable to bring home as a substitute anniversary token for my wife.