Orange is the New Bad

Well, it seems that my unplanned alcoholic intake yesterday ─ in being social with my wife and her friend Ui ─ was my undoing. When my cellphone alarm chimed at 1:45 a.m. to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks overnight, I was too overcome with the consequences of my drinking.

Briefly I considered re-setting the alarm for 4 a.m., but that would only expose me to the earliest of the morning commuter rush. Besides, I wanted to ensure that the latter part of today ─ i.e., the evening ─ was not sacrificed by forcing me to get up so early in the a.m.

And so I paid a visit to the bathroom, and then returned to bed. I remained there until nearly 7:30 a.m.

To put that in context, although it might have been around 10:15 p.m. when I had gotten to bed last evening, I was to log in something in excess of nine hours of bed time overnight ─ that is exceptional for me, and very telling of just how physically oppressed I had made myself.

Due to having missed out on exercising at the elementary school playground early into that untaken walk, ere my brother rose this morning I betook myself to the backyard tool shed and had six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups there: 5-2-3-3-2-2. As usual, two sets of pull-ups to start, then two sets of chin-ups, and the finish with two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars.

I held the final pull-up between the bars for a 40-count.

Then back in the house, I engaged a set of 14 measured full-range push-ups. It has been so many months since I have done anything except decline push-ups on a cement ramp at the school playground that normal push-ups are akin to being some completely new exercise and were just about as difficult for me as are the same number of decline push-ups.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom until shortly after 9 a.m., so by then I had possession of the T.V. and had a 19-minute (19:10) video set up to play via our Android TV Box. It had been published earlier today at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: David Eby's NDP - Orange is the New Bad.

BC Votes on Oct 19, 2024

Let's give Blue a chance.

I already did my part on Tuesday by taking advantage of advance voting. My brother voted yesterday similarly. The NDP and their lying and corrupt health ministry has to go for good!

I next tuned in a 1⅓-hour (1:19:13) video published two days ago to Rumble's klaTVEnglish channel: Evidence in the Blood - A Visit with Funeral Director John O'Looney | www.kla.tv/30724.

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This was an excellent interview! My brother and I have seen John O'Looney in other videos voicing his alarm, but this was the best interview yet.

My brother had some bed rest after the video, and then I believe that he left on whatever errand(s) he desired to tend to. I had a meal, and then was to bed for a nap before my wife had yet risen.

Following one good bout of napping, I was set to attempt for another, when it occurred to me that if it was still early enough and my wife was still home (if she was to have to work in the latter afternoon), then I felt obligated to get up ─ I think that it was around 2:30 p.m. at latest.

As soon as she became aware that I was up, she ushered me to the kitchen to show me just what she wanted me to prepare for myself to eat, and gave a hurried description of how to prepare the meal.

My gosh, it is more than I feel myself able to eat, for my earlier meal is still rather heavily with me. But I suppose I could always leave some of it for the morrow if I have to leave some over.

My wife was not on her way to work until 3:20 p.m. ─ a little later than usual.

This has been a bath day, so I got that chore out of the way into the latter afternoon.

I will be venturing forth after dark to either visit Walmart a mile or so away, or else to the government liquor store double that distance.

At present it is 6:20 p.m., and I am feeling rather depleted, so I am going to break from blogging and have a rest in my darkened bedroom.

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I chose to go to Walmart. I won't be doing that anytime too soon, though. It was so crowded at checkout, and I was limited to the grocery section cashiers because the other departments only accepted digital currency methods.

But I had also encountered a product accessibility issue quite beyond mere scarcity. I desired replacement of the almost tactile gloves I have that can allow me to exercise by allowing an acceptable grip to jungle gym monkey bars when they are too wet or frosty to securely grip barehanded.

Alas, what appeared to be these and similar gloves were all locked within a glass case along with specialized flashlights. I loitered and patrolled the aisles for 15 - 20 minutes, but no staff seemed aware of my interest; and none were ... well, White. I never laid eyes upon even one White employee in the two-floor store.

It was "Little India". I felt intrusive, and the more so because English was not the common tongue. Even when the intercom was used, if English was being spoken, it wasn't understandable to me.

At least I had a very friendly young and charmingly lovely ─ beautiful, in fact ─ South Asian cashier who was probably born in Canada and had no immediately detectable accent, despite her left hand being heavily tattooed, even entirely across the palm.

So hence despite my druthers, I will order the gloves I wanted from Amazon Canada. Ditto for a carton of books of matches, and even wooden matches. The only matches I was able to find in stock at Walmart was a single package priced at $3.97 and containing four boxes of a total of 160 wooden waterproof matches ─ Cochlan's by name.

I bought those ─ the last package ─ but I want more less expensive matches.

All else I bought were a pair of Wrangler blue denim jeans.

I returned home to find my brother watching T.V. ─ I think it was not much past 9:40 p.m.

When I got around to joining him towards 10 p.m. for some T.V., he was passed out. But I saw on the coffee table in the darkened living room a 1.75-litre bottle of probably rum along with a birthday card that I have yet to read.

He finally remembered my birthday on the Friday before.

Upon later enquiry, I learned that he had actually remembered earlier today, and bought the items in the early afternoon when he was still sober and driving.

Anyway, since he was passed out at 10 p.m., I took control of the T.V. and put our Android TV Box to work, tuning in another episode of this current season 16's American Ninja Warrior. I missed a fair amount of the episode because I got busy preparing the meal my wife had outlined for me earlier in the afternoon.

I was further surprised because the episode was short ─ they had previously seemed to be double episodes.

But at least I was able to afterwards enjoy Doc Martin ─ episode two ("Dry Your Tears") of season or series five. A wonderful series, I must declare!

Then we had time for A Touch of Frost ─ the premiere episode ("Hidden Truth") of season or series 10.

Again, fabulous fare!

I was able to eat all of the meal my wife had laid out for me, and then I put away three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I even finished a 'glass' or so of red wine remaining in a bottle that my wife had let languish and which she no longer seemed to find palatable.

She has easily corrupted taste impressions ─ that is, she believes that an old unopened bottle of wine is approaching some sort of imagined expiry date, and for that reason finds fault with the wine's taste. At least her friend Ui from the day before was more educated concerning the ageing benefits of unopened bottled wine.

After A Touch of Frost, my brother got seduced into watching a half hour or so of a YouTube video involving groups of hired hunters taking out different 'nuisance' animals ranging from Komodo dragons in Indonesia, to coyotes and wild boars in Canada and the U.S., and even foxes (possibly in the U.K.?).

I never published this post when I should have, so I will be pre-dating its completion and publication. The truth is that right now it is nearly 3:15 a.m. Friday, October 18. I must hie me to bed!