Not Going Under

As planned, I rose at 4 a.m. And although I recognized as time went by that I felt unusually well rested, it was at least 6:40 a.m. before I left on my grocery shopping hike that was to be a version of my usual five-mile+ walk.

Not until I was at least 1¼ miles into my walk did I finally have my mind made up as to my shopping destination.

Coincidentally, around that point I could hear someone across the wide highway yelling in unrelenting fashion. Initially I was not going to bother looking because I correctly figured that it was a possible street person I had noticed near some people awaiting a bus.

But after advancing some way and still the calling out was going on ─ and I thought once that I heard the name "Jerome" addressed ─ I deigned to look back and at that point the caller-out was on the highway median and definitely facing directly at me, so I merely waved back without stopping.

At my wave of acknowledgement, I received a sarcastic and emphatic, "Thank you!" But I think the chap thought then that I was going to stop and socialize, but I only continued on. That seemed to earn further indecipherable loud commentary.

I don't know why some homeless-types seem to think they recognize me, but periodically it does happen, and it can be quite annoying.

Other than that, my walk was actually rather decent for a change ─ that is, I maintained a good disposition just about throughout.

I had deposited my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque (this time for $284.12) fairly early into my walk, but I decided that the $80 I had in my wallet would be sufficient for my shopping.

I hope to get out this evening on a different grocery shopping destination hike, so I will make a withdrawal then.

It is hot today!

I got back home to find my younger brother already watching T.V., having earlier apparently finished with the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

Normally I am craving bed rest, but I still felt quite chipper, so soon enough I joined him for some T.V.

When he turned it over to me so I could put our Android TV Box to work, I finished off the video we had cancelled out of yesterday. At 48 minutes (48:38), it had been uploaded August 18, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Boys Alone (Social Experiment Documentary) | Real Stories.

Take ten boys aged 11 and 12. A variety of shapes and sizes. A variety of backgrounds. A variety of experiences of being away from home. Put them together in a house, with no adult control. Watch what happens.

Although the boys were being filmed, they had to spend five days unsupervised in the house, in full control of even their diet.

Then I tuned in the tail end of the A Warrior Calls video that I had cancelled out of last evening.

Next was a surprisingly good 52-minute video published "2 days ago" to BitChute's ManInAmerica channel: LIVE: Trump's RADICAL Agenda 47 Plan for America.

Join me for a deep dive into President Trump's Agenda 47 plan, and what it would mean for the future of America.

We finished with a video published "4 years ago" to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel that was fabulously interesting: Killing Of Tim McLean.

On the evening of July 30, 2008. McLean, a 22-year-old Canadian man, was stabbed, beheaded and cannibalized while riding a Greyhound Canada bus about 30 km (19 mi) west of Portage la Prairie, Manitoba, travelling the Trans-Canada Highway by a man known by Vince Li.  (Actual Witnesses In the Video. Wait till the End!)

I well remember this incident ─ it was horrifying. Back then I wished that the killer would have gotten executed; and now after learning of the consequences the event had on some of the witnesses, I am even more convicted of that sentiment.

The killer does not deserve life, let alone his freedom. What contribution has he ever made ─ or is he making ─ to society? Bloody nothing!

How can the prick even live with himself if he is truly remorseful? No one of sound mind could. And once capable of such a horror, then always capable.

Anyway, after my brother sought bed rest, I had a very filling meal. It would have been impossible for me to sun had I any desire to; but with my planned evening walk, I had already concluded that such an afternoon exposure might prove too draining.

My brother left for the day before I had yet pursued a needed afternoon nap.

The heat is quite amazing, I must say.

My wife apparently had a full workday today, but she never rose until around 10:30 a.m. ─ that is even late for her to be leaving for work!

But I trust all will have been well for her. It was around 11 a.m. when she left, which is when I believe the restaurant opens each morning.

Notwithstanding, on to my early evening!

With much time to spare, I opted to have a couple cans of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol) while watching The Rookie ─ episode 21 ("Going Under") of season five.

It was good ─ I enjoyed it. And I watched it here at my bedside computer because the living room T.V. is flooded out with the West-facing living room window and the Sun's brilliance and oppressive glare.

My source was this link at MoviesJoy.onl that played perfectly. I fully expect that the website is likely going to be short-lived.

I notice that a couple cans of brew in this level of heat have less effect upon me than would be otherwise ─ I have realized this for years. Nevertheless, I am going to stop for now and rest up ahead of my walk.

By the way, near the conclusion of that episode, short actress Lisseth Chavez as off-duty officer Celina Juarez appeared in skin-tight black tights of some description ─ what a devastating pair of muscled thighs that girl has! I'd be toast if I was the guy she was going out on a first date with.

Okay, it's 7:32 p.m., so I may as well consider this post concluded.