Last evening's 1½-or-so-mile round trip hike to withdraw the $70 I spoke of went well enough, although it was very cold, and my sore left foot may have worsened, but I never felt inclined to limp due to it. In other words, I did not favour it, and thus walked normally.
I even stopped at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from home to perform a set of six pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, holding a loose hang for a 45-count at the completion of the final pull-up.
I was back home ahead of my younger brother returning from his daily social drinking, but not by too very much.
I had possession of the T.V. and the Android TV Box, so we were to watch four of our shows in this sequence:
- This Is Us ─ episode two ("A Philadelphia Story") of season three.
- The Rig ─ "Episode 2" of season or series two.
- Resident Alien ─ episode six ("Bye Bye Birdie") of season three.
- Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ the premiere episode ("Missing Pieces") of season six.
My brother passed out briefly during Resident Alien, and then again for a much longer while during Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Once in his brain-damaged stupor he blurted out aloud something like, "I don't know if the tree is ever gonna grow."
It has been a few years since we last followed Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I am starting to return to those older series that we never got around to completing.
My brother almost reluctantly called it a night after Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and seemed willing enough to watch a sitcom if I happened to tune one in. However, I never pushed to do so.
I am not positive, but I may have been to bed before 1:30 a.m. ─ maybe even ahead of 1 a.m. My wife had not yet come home, nor did she ever overnight nor during the day today ─ I expect that she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
I rose this morning ─ possibly not too very long after 8 a.m. ─ to the perplexing discovery that my brother did not seem to be home, yet his van was here.
Around 9:40 a.m. or near to it, I was just about to play something on T.V. via our Android TV Box when I espied him passing by the living room window and heading for the front door.
I was to learn that he had bused off to Service Canada in Whalley to pick up what must be a Canada Pension Plan disability benefits application package on behalf of his sickly girlfriend Bev who will apparently be moving in here at month's end.
He had risen ahead of 7 a.m., and was at the offices before 8:30 a.m. because that was when he believed they opened, and because he wanted to avoid any of the typically extremely long lineups that can stretch around the building.
Well, the doors never opened until shortly after 9 a.m. And even then, they were going to deny him an application package because it was not for him. He had to stress the case that Bev was too sickly to appear herself, otherwise he would never have been there standing outside in the cold.
So the employee dealing with him relented and relinquished a package to him, and he came back home with it.
He had bused instead of driven because he fully expected that the mandated ignition interlock device installed in his van would have registered him as being too intoxicated to be allowed to drive.
I asked him what he and Bev planned to do about her furniture, for we have no space for it. As yet, he is uncertain. Apparently even the smallest storage rental unit costs $200 a month, and the whole reason she is moving in here is because she can no longer afford to pay her rent.
Fun times ahead ─ for everyone.
Anyway, for our morning viewing I tuned in a 38-minute (38:52) video published January 23 to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Detective Donald Best (Ret'd).
Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) discusses the concerning case of the prosecution of detective Helen Grus with retired police detective Donald Best. One cannot help but feel that the process truly is the punishment as the Ottawa Police Service begins its third year of proceedings against Det. Grus for "discreditable conduct". Is it really discreditable to investigate the unknown cause of a cluster of newborn deaths in line with one's terms of reference? Are we looking at the political corruption of Canadian police services?
Next I tuned in what was the latest video at Dr. William Makis's Substack, but about half way through I had to cancel out of it because it seemed no different than a video he had posted two or three days earlier.
So instead I tuned in the better than half of what remained of the failed 2010 pilot for a T.V. series ─ we had postponed finishing it a couple of mornings ago. I no longer recall my source for the video, but you can presently watch the 44-minute (44:26) Edgar Floats at this VK.com link (be sure to activate the video's volume).
My interest in the video was strictly related to my deep attraction for actress Alicia Witt. My brother and I did enjoy it, but I can understand its failure to result in an actual T.V. series.
I next tuned in a half hour video uploaded January 26, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Fibonacci Sequence Documentary - Golden Section Explained - Secret Teachings.
The Fibonacci spiral is named after Italian mathematician Fibonacci. His 1202 book Liber Abaci introduced the sequence to Western European mathematics, although the sequence had been described earlier as Virahanka numbers in Indian mathematics. By modern convention, the sequence begins either with F0 = 0 or with F1 = 1. The sequence described in Liber Abaci began with F1 = 1.
Fibonacci numbers are closely related to Lucas numbers. They are intimately connected with the golden ratio or golden mean; for example, the closest rational approximations to the ratio are 2/1, 3/2, 5/3, 8/5, ...
Fibonacci numbers appear unexpectedly often in mathematics, so much so that there is an entire journal dedicated to their study, the Fibonacci Quarterly. Applications of Fibonacci numbers include computer algorithms such as the Fibonacci search technique and the Fibonacci heap data structure, and graphs called Fibonacci cubes used for interconnecting parallel and distributed systems. They also appear in biological settings, such as branching in trees, phyllotaxis (the arrangement of leaves on a stem), the fruit sprouts of a pineapple, the flowering of an artichoke, an uncurling fern and the arrangement of a pine cone's bracts. This movie also deals with the magical applications of the sequence, the pentagram or pentacle being a Fibonacci spiral borrowed directly from nature, and also many practical applications and mathematical ideas.
Explained? Not to my brother and I! We got basically nothing out of watching this. People must have a mathematically-centred brain, or mathematical science such as this is incomprehensible to those of us who are average.
I chose not to "like" the video because it illuminated nothing where we were concerned. Notwithstanding, it certainly did not deserve a "dislike" due to our apparent mental shortcomings, so I never went that far.
This was as far as went got for morning entertainment.
My brother got some bed rest while I prepared my day's first (and very fatty) meal; and then he came forth and left on one or more errands in his van. One errand was to take the disability application package to Bev, for it is very involved ─ she will even need a doctor to complete much of it, and she does not have one.
I had an early afternoon nap, and was once again up from bed before my brother had returned. When he did return, it was not for long. He left again, this time to catch a bus to take him off to engage his daily social drinking.
Late into the afternoon this sunny day, I found myself beset with some despondence, and in considering what I might choose to watch on T.V. to help draw me out of my frets, I dispensed with a foreign horror movie I had considered, nor any Alicia Witt material.
Instead I chose to watch a Christmas movie and broach a possible 1½-litrte bottle of a red Jackson-Triggs wine ─ I tuned in the movie on T.V. around 5:10 p.m. via our Android TV Box. The movie was 2018's Country Christmas Album.
I cannot relate in the least to struggling ─ especially hoakey country music ─ musicians, so this was not my kind of Christmas movie. Nevertheless, a "User review" under the heading "Some of the worst acting I've seen" was far excessively negative.
The acting was actually quite good. I do agree that the chap playing a radio station personality was ludicrously overboard, but no one else was too unnatural (a couple of the male actors did speak like they were giving elocution lessons).
Lead actress Hannah Barefoot was very naturally attractive ─ beautiful, in fact. Gorgeous legs, too, from what I could tell! And she had an exceptional singing voice.
The male lead actor ─ as the "User reviewer" indicated ─ was nowhere near her calibre.
The actress (Taylor Bedford) portraying Hannah's young possibly teen daughter was a doll ─ she even reminded me a little of my brother's daughter.
Actress Valerie Jane Parker portraying Hannah's sister was also rather inviting to watch.
I was to drink two good-sized glasses of the wine, and got pleasantly oiled ─ although I drank most of the second glass after the movie. And as interesting and enjoyable as the movie was, it was not until Hannah sang "Noel" late into it that I first found myself becoming teary-eyed with emotion.
It is getting late into the evening. My brother has been home quite some while (with me shut up behind my closed bedroom door while I pass time here at my bedside computer); and just barely arriving home before 10 p.m. has been my rather noisy wife chatting away on her cellphone to someone in Thai.
I will be rising at 3:30 a.m. for some exercising at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away, so my bedtime shall be not too long off.
It is 10:14 p.m.
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