It is but 7:15 a.m., but I wanted to clear away the day's happenings thus far.
Although I was very comfortable in bed last night, I was awake enough just after 2 a.m. that I decided to pay a visit to the bathroom with the view that such relief would help facilitate further sleep. After all, I was not scheduled to rise until 4 a.m.
I did succeed in lapsing into a little further sleep; and when awake from that block of sleep, I lay some while wondering when the heck my alarm was going to sound ─ I was feeling rather restless, though still comfortable enough.
Finally I checked the time at something like 3:18 a.m. and decided to rise then.
Due to the plantar fasciitis (or seriously bruised heel) of my left foot, I was planning on only shopping at the Save-On-Foods outlet maybe ¾ of a mile away ─ no extended walking this time. I had already found that with a boot on my left foot, I was able to walk with less sensitivity than I could do in my bare feet here in the house.
The store doesn't open until 7 a.m., so by the time I was all set to go, I wasn't perturbed that my computer screen indicated it to be 6:25 a.m. ─ that would have been exceptionally late if I was having one of my usual grocery shopping walks.
And so I headed away, walking as gingerly as possible so as not to aggravate the condition.
But it was all to no avail. I only traveled a quarter block at most, and my foot had progressively grown more and more lame until I could not but walk in a halting, limping fashion. If it was this severe so early into my walk, then I was a fool to continue. Already I had slowed down to what is an unnatural pace for me even when taking an exceedingly easy stroll. It would be earliest daylight by or soon after 7 a.m., and I would be on full display as I crept along like some pathetic invalid.
Defeated, I came back home. There is no hope that I will be capable of the trip this evening.
I can only hope that I swiftly recover if I wholly lay off any walks for a couple of days. I will give it a shot again Tuesday evening and see if I can make the Save-On-Foods jaunt.
If I still cannot even then, this will leave me no recourse but to reveal my crippling to at least my younger brother, for he sometimes heads out in his van midday to tend to errands such as buying beer and maybe a few groceries. That latter could be a possibility with my wife or one of my stepsons if this situation of my disability extends for too long.
Speaking of my wife, she never came home last night. That's fine.
My youngest stepson has yet to go to bed ─ he typically stays up all or at least most of each night, so I have no idea what the Hell he is doing for income.
I had best lie down now and get a little more rest or even sleep, for my brother will undoubtedly be rising soon enough. It is 7:38 a.m.
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I didn't manage any sleep this morning ─ I felt rather amped up, somehow. But I tried.
Towards 9:15 a.m. I joined my brother for some T.V., and actually found occasion to mention my bad foot when he enquired of me whether I had gone for one of my walks earlier.
I had the expectation that he would want us to try to finish the excellent lengthy interview we had to depart from yesterday due to the video's length ─ 4¼ hours (4:16:38), but he was suspiciously withholding.
Then just after 9:30 a.m. I found out why. I had gone upstairs for something, and returned to find that he had tuned in a Seattle Seahawks versus Jets NFL game. (I had to research Wikipedia to locate the article for the Jets because I couldn't associate what American city the team was associated with ─ that's how disinterested I have become in team sports like football and hockey.)
So I retreated to my bedroom and left him to his chosen entertainment.
I was to entertain myself here at my bedside computer until possibly 1:30 p.m. at the least before finally seeking my by then needed early afternoon nap that flummoxed me by taking me to just past 4:30 p.m. ─ by which time it was nigh dark outside. I had meant to work on our Christmas lights display. But at least there are a couple of indoor strands that only needed to be plugged in, for I never took them down after last Christmas season.
Among the things I had entertained myself with over the morning was this unexpectedly interesting 22-minute (22:28) video comprised of interviews and such of people in a small group of supporters outside a courthouse venue in Vancouver ─ the video had been published November 28 to Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: Rally for Barry Neufeld.
For the "crime" of stating, "transitioning children is child abuse", retired school trustee Barry Neufled must appear before a BC Human Rights Tribunal Hearing on Gender Identity or Expression and Sexual Orientation.
From Barry's website:
"I was a Publicly elected School Trustee for nearly 30 years. I am concerned about protecting children from confusing and dangerous ideologies. My faith Is the motivator behind my opinions. But scientific logic is the driving force."Details, more information and donations:
https://barryneufeld.com
I had also watched an excellent very short clip on X (formerly Twitter) of an anonymous man obliterating the arguments of some young pro-transgender defenders ─ you can watch the 1¼-minute clip for yourself at this post from yesterday by Defiant L.
I had seen the clip before, but never had the time to research it. Now with that time, I located a slightly longer portion on this 3¼-minute video uploaded June 5, 2023, to YouTube's The Rubin Report channel: Dr. Phil’s Audience Go Silent as 5th Grade Teacher Debunks Gender Nonsense | DM CLIPS | Rubin Report.
Realizing that the anonymous man's name was Ray and that he was a teacher, I was able to find out a fair amount about him, including his last name. But I also found a later Rubin Report in which Ray was interviewed. The video was 35 minutes (34:56) and had been uploaded to YouTube on June 25 of last year: Teacher Risks Career to Expose Trans Agenda in Schools | Ray Shelton | POLITICS | Rubin Report.
Dave Rubin of “The Rubin Report” talks to former fifth-grade teacher Ray Shelton of California’s Glendale Unified School District about how he went viral for his comments on "Dr. Phil" about trans ideology; why he decided to risk his career and reputation to speak out against the transgender agenda; how his being gay gives him more freedom to critique the LGBTQ indoctrination occurring in schools; and how parents are being lied to about biological boys and girls showering in the same changing room. Dave also speaks to Ray’s lawyer, David Pivtorak, about why Ray is suing the school and how you can support Ray in his legal battle; and much more.
Help Ray Shelton fight this important legal battle here:https://www.givesendgo.com/Ray_Shelto...
But darned that afternoon nap of mine! I had also wanted to get in a little exercising out in the backyard toolshed before it got dark.
Oh, well. Clearly, I needed the sleep. And I am finding that I am able to walk much more naturally barefooted here in the house, which is most encouraging. I won't attempt any outings this evening, though ─ I will hold fast to the projected grocery shopping walk Tuesday evening to Save-On-Foods about ¾ of a mile distant.
Despite my goodly afternoon nap, this early evening I was overcome with considerable drowsiness; and while watching here on my bedside computer a nearly 1½-hour video published two days ago to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel ─ The Level of Ignorance Corruption and Death Is Off the Charts ─ I had to lie down on my bed as it played because I began to flag so direly.
Christopher James Pritchard makes reference to Dr. Jack Kruse ─ it is the nearly 4½-hour interview of him that I had expected my brother would want to continue with this morning. It truly is deeply interesting ─ far more than I anticipated. I only tuned it in two days ago just to sample it, but even my brother wants to see it all.
However, Christopher also extols Nahaia Anne Violet Russ, who reportedly believes that she was abducted by aliens from Andromeda and now serves as something of a spokeswoman for them.
Or that's my understanding. I'll probably give the video a shot, but not tonight; nevertheless, if this is what she is claiming, then I'm out! I have no time for delusional nonsense like this, and I am disappointed in Christopher for entertaining such a thing. His predilection for 'New Age' crap is exceedingly disappointing. It is subterfuge ─ deception; and certainly not of God.
I would have loved to have watched a Christmas movie early this evening, but I cannot do so without emotion-enhancing alcohol. Since I plan to be sitting up late this evening with my brother once he is back home, watching two or three of the series we follow in common, I will be drinking then and having enough of a rough time of it tomorrow morning ─ I don't need to increase the distress by adding a fair quantity of Christmas-movie drinking to the mix.
I feel like I have blogged sufficiently for today. It is 9:09 p.m., so I am going to go downstairs and get things set up to watch after my brother's besotted homecoming.
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