💀☠💀☠💀☠ Legends

Last evening seemed to progress remarkably well.

To boost myself for an evening 5.625-mile round trip walk to Real Canadian Superstore, I watched a commercial-free episode (via our Android TV Box) on T.V. of  DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode three ("wvrdr_error_100<oest-of-th3-gs.gid30n> not found") of the seventh and final season.

I have grown to love this show ─ especially the many beautiful, inspiring women (and the actresses portraying them)! Physical Gideon (as portrayed by Amy Pemberton) has now become endeared to me. What a lovely songstress she is!

It was wonderful seeing so many of past Legends characters ─ I had forgotten a few of them.

The episode was such a delight to immerse myself into that I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and two cans of Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol) within the course of the 42-or-so-minutes that it played, so I was definitely affected on my empty stomach.

My younger brother had arrived home before I left on my venture, so I had some communication with him first ere I left.

I forgot to mention yesterday that during my morning walk, while I was travelling a trail (Salal Trail) in Green Timbers Urban Forest Park, I had a wee shrew appear before me. It was like a furry little brown ping pong ball, and came forth from the brush into the centre of the trail just a yard or so ahead of me.

Apparently only then did it notice me.

So it turned about and practically bounced away back into the brush, almost as if it were floating much of the time ─ or even flying, like an oversized bumblebee.

Well, last night while travelling a back road, I met up with a short-haired drab-coloured cat that tentatively approached me, so I squatted down to be friendly with it. It may still have been young; and although it was not skinny, it was certainly on the lean side.

So I resolved to return the same way and if we still met up, I would have a can of water-packed sardines for it.

I had to cut my tour of the store short because of the pressing need to urinate. It was most fortunate that it was less than 10 minutes ahead of 11 p.m. and thus dark outside, for I had to resort to some low shrubbery a short distance from the store. My refuge for relief would not have been suitable in the daylight ─ I would have been very visible.

Anyway, as I was coming down that back road where I had met the cat ─ which was right in the area of a nearly right-angle curve ─ I could see a cat cross from the brushy growth of a Hydro right-of way over towards the sole sidewalk I was walking.

As I continued and made the curve, I could see what had to be a second cat coming along the sidewalk ─ this cat ducked into some woods when it saw me.

Then I saw the first cat ─ it was lying flat on the road against the curb, its attention fixed towards the second cat that was now out of sight.

Only just as I was almost abreast of the prostate cat did it realize my presence. It was spooked, and its eyes darted and its head swivelled as if to run towards the Hydro side of the road, but I think that it possibly thought that I had not seen it where it was almost hugging against the curb of the sidewalk; and I was walking the far side of the sidewalk without displaying any interest, so I believe that the cat resisted an initial urge to bolt.

And then I saw that it had some small, furry creature clamped in its jaws ─ likely a mouse.

So I just continued on my way as if none of this was business of mine, and I expect that the feline hunter relaxed somewhat ─ I never looked back, not wishing to generate a renewal of concern in the animal.

Then a quarter of a block along, some guy on what was likely an electric bicycle turned onto the road from another street and came firing along my way and whipped on past me, so I expect that the cat would definitely have taken flight at this unwanted approach.

Anyway, I got back home without any of the accursed lower left leg and foot lameness, although the foot's longitudinal tendon towards its heel insert was displaying tenderness.

My brother was still conscious and watching T.V.; and my wife had come home at some point and was already secured in her bedroom.

After I had dressed down in my bedroom and then joined my brother, and he gave his okay for me to put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in The Last Kingdom ─ "Episode 3" of the fifth and final season.

Unlike with the previous two episodes, he remained fully conscious for this one, although he kept riddling the show with unwanted and interrupting commentary.

When it was finished, he requested "something short", so I tuned in the BBC Ghosts ─ episode five ("Carpe Diem") of season five.

My brother retired sensibly to his bedroom for the night; and although I soon retired to my own, my bedside computer led me to play the abysmal fool and possibly sit up until past 5 a.m., for it was daylight outside at the time.

Somehow, my morning commenced around 8:30 a.m. Yet despite feeling only a little short on sleep, I of course felt crestfallen for my villainy that had kept me from bed.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom until well beyond 9 a.m. ─ maybe beyond 9:30 a.m. ─ so I had control of the T.V. and used our Android TV Box to lead us off with an hour-long (1:06:51) video streamed June 21 to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: Two State Solution or Pipe Dream?

Joshua Waller joins us today. Joshua is a Christian who lives and works in Israel and has a good insight as to what the roadblocks are to a two state solution.

The Israel Guys: https://www.youtube.com/@TheIsraelGuys

Laura-Lynn is ─ from what I understand ─ misguided concerning Israel. She keeps mistakenly identifying that country as being the Israel spoken of in the Bible, but it is not. Today's country of Israel and its inhabitants are the Judah portion of the Twelve Tribes of Israel.

When the Bible speaks of other nations being blessed for standing with Israel, it was stating that those nations would be blessed for standing with the countries founded by all Twelve Tribes, and not just the Tribe of Judah.

The Lost Tribes primarily created the countries of the British Commonwealth and the U.S., as well as a majority of the European nations. Basically, the countries of White people, as bigoted as that may appear.

But I don't have time for this discussion ─ my evening is wearing on, and I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk. Consequently, I want to soon be to bed.

My brother and I also watched the remainder of a 1½-hour (1:29:19) video that we had to depart from yesterday for want of time. Published March 22, 2022, it was at Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Major General Smedley Butler and the Business Plot Against FDR.

Major General Smedley Butler was a certified war hero awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor not once but TWICE. After his stellar career in the Marines he was approached by some business men offering to help veterans. Something seemed fishy and he decided to investigate.

We finished our viewing with a very old documentary on atom bomb testing, but I failed to adequately take note of the title, so I cannot identify it. I will do so tomorrow, for I have the video downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive attached to our Android TV Box.

My wife had a full workday today, so she left here by 10:30 a.m. on her rather long drive.

I could have sunned out in the backyard this afternoon, but even a restorative early afternoon nap could not remove my disappointment with myself. Too, my eldest stepson had today off work, so I was expecting that maybe he would be cutting the tall grass of our lawns ... but he did not.

It is 9:08 p.m. ─ time to brush my teeth and soon get to bed.