A Sunday Morning Too Much

Oh, what a sorry beginning to my day!

I rose at 4 a.m. as planned, and never felt at odds for having done so.

But once daylight quickly enough arrived and the oppressively mugginess and heat prevailed, my confidence and nerve failed me. It was too impossibly uncomfortable for even the lightest jacket, yet the stringy look from collagen loss in the biceps region of my arms was so very daunting.

As well, I had concluded that I was in such financial straits that it would be best that I not do any grocery shopping until after next Thursday's mortgage payment is debited from my banking account ─ unless my eldest stepson comes through with a contribution meantime.

So between this crest-falling financial predicament and my discouragement over my sorry-looking ─ almost withered ─ arms, even getting away for a walk had become almost an insurmountable hurdle.

Somehow in desperation I did rally and venture forth around 6:45 a.m., but I quickly realized that I was not going to be able to withstand public exposure for any two-hour duration in which there were only going to be more and more people about.

But at least I did persevere far enough to reach the elementary school playground three or so blocks away where I did a set of pull-ups (seven repetitions), a set of chin-ups (three repetitions), and a set of pull-ups (two repetitions) on a pair of gymnastics-style rings, holding the final pull-up for a 30-count.

Then I did a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups on a sloping cement ramp before turning about and returning back to home.

And before too long thereafter, I returned my sorry carcass back to bed.

Around 9:45 a.m. I began to rouse, for I was aware that my wife likely had another full day of work scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. In fact, I began to suspect that she might even be up.

And so it was. She was in the bathroom readying for her day.

My younger brother was not yet up, so I went downstairs and turned on T.V. and our Android TV Box, tuning in a 1¼-hour (1:15:20) video published July 19 at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Mankind Is Being Torn Apart as Evil Is Dragged out into the Light.

I feel no inclination to quote Christopher's ranting description of the video ─ you either know what his shows are like, or else you must experience one for yourself.

I suppose that it was around 10:30 a.m. at latest when my wife left on her fairly long drive to work; and my brother finally emerged from his bedroom to join me during the final 10 minutes of the video. 

We never finished watching my next video choice, for it was 2⅓ hours (2:21:04) long, but I don't believe we have much over a half hour of it remaining. It was published July 19 at Rumble's jessicarose1974 channel: Breaking Down mRNA: Understanding DNA Contamination and VAERS Data 18/07/2024.

A very special event with esteemed guests Jessica Rose and Rebekah Barnett, where we discussed modified mRNA, DNA contamination, and VAERS data. We also unpacked the West Australian Covid safety data.

The hostess wasted just about 15 minutes before finally having her two guests participate, so be warned. Even so, I thought that my brother might weary of the long video due to its increasingly complexity of subject matter, but he requested that we save what remained of the video for our next viewing (as opposed to just having me watch what remained on my own as he will do when too disinterested).

It was maybe 12:20 p.m. when we broke away from it, and my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest.

I had a meal, and then sought a nap during which my brother came forth from his bedroom and left for the day.

There was a point in the early afternoon when it had become so overcast that I wondered if it might rain. In fact, after I sought my nap, I believed it possible that I was hearing rain falling outside, but I did not rise to investigate.

If it did rain, there was no trace later.

This is a bath day, so I do not have the time to also do any sunbathing.

Following my nap when I then retrieved my cellphone from downstairs, I saw that my brother's girlfriend Bev had phoned me ─ this was the weekend in which she was to make her fortnightly report online to qualify for another two weeks of unemployment benefits.

She does so through me because she has no computer. It takes less than five minutes, so I phoned her back and we got it over with until the weekend of August 3 when she has to report again.

I was to eventually get around to gradually working on this post until towards the end of the afternoon when I began that bath. Then early into the evening I chose to have a couple cans of beer while watching DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode four ("Speakeasy Does It") of final season seven.

I have grown so unbelievably fond of this show and its characters ─ I can scarcely tolerate that there is never to be a planned season eight.

When I am properly inclined, the episodes ─ such as this one ─ leave me emotionally attuned. I even enjoy the musical numbers, because they are being performed by seasoned adults and not by fake teens as in Riverdale.

This episode dating to 1925 certainly involved a time period well before my birth, but I am nostalgic for those decades of the first half of the 20th Century. My mother and father were both born prior to 1925, so I have heard much from both of them concerning their early lives.

I hate and despise the present era. Yes, it has definite benefits; but the corruption and related 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔬𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔞 is now more than I can contend with in my social isolation and financial limitations at the age of 74.

Maybe the best ... asset? ... I have developed is my limited desire to live much longer ─ I truly believe that I can easily enough surrender continuance when that time arrives by my recognition.

Certainly these comments are being inspired by the two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) that I ingested during the show.

One of the best scenes for me was when Wave Rider ship's humanized computer system Gideon took it upon herself to take centre stage and perform a song from that era that was probably written for the show, but the gesture of Gideon struck me deeply, if not the actual song.

Anyway, I watched the episode at this link at MoviesJoy.onl, and it played flawlessly.

I intend a walk once it becomes dark enough ─ maybe in an hour or a little more. Honestly, I want it decidedly darkened ─ I am fed up with being public in the daylight.

Perhaps I will even deposit the cheque from my brother that I wrote about yesterday.

It is 8:22 p.m.