I neglected to mention my disappointment towards the end of my Sabbath fast that I had a nude weigh-in just barely failing to hit 180 pounds ─ virtually the same as my equally disappointing weigh-in the week previous.
Much of the blame, I feel, lies with my inability to have lengthy regular walks.
Although I went out for one last evening, after withdrawing $200 ¾ of a mile from here, I only walked a further ¼ mile, and by then lost all heart for it. It seemed pointless, and I could not resurrect any resolve.
As I returned home, I decided to have some exercise at the elementary school playground three or so blocks away.
For several days (and nights) now, temperatures have been well above freezing. With my bomber-style jacket on, I quickly started to feel excess body heat building as I exercised, even though I was hardly performing. I had opened with two sets of pull-ups (6-1), then two sets of chin-ups (3-2), and had just finished one set of two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings when I noticed some intruder marching directly my way in the night from across the school playfield.
Incensed that I can never seem to be free of the oppressing presence of the damned public, I took my premature leave of the playground and continued on to home.
My left foot's plantar fasciitis or whatever the Hell is wrong with it became progressively more aggravated during my walk home, and was another reason that I had lost heart for a long walk. I cannot seem to recover. After I was home and in my bare feet, I was essentially lame due to the painful burning.
I had expected that my younger brother might be home by the time I was back, for he had left his girlfriend Bev here watching T.V. when he left ahead of midafternoon to catch a bus to engage his daily social drinking.
When well into the latter evening he deigned to show up, he was practically staggeringly drunk and nearly brain dead.
My wife wanted to have it out with him about his plan to install Bev into the small sleeping area of my eldest stepson that is immediately adjacent to the den area of the two brothers now that the eldest of them had moved out last week to live with his girlfriend.
The younger lad (26 years old) had intended to use that area as his office, for he teleworks from home four days a week, and our T.V. in the living room is excessively disturbing for there is no door leading into the den area.
My brother wants Bev to sleep separately from him (i.e., my brother) because she is a smoker suffering COPD who has constant outbreaks of coughing, whereas my youngest stepson does not wish to be sleeping and hearing her coughing throughout the night. Sure, there is a wall and a door to close between them, but he would still hear her. And his privacy would be lost having to share the same toilet the night through.
He has threatened to me that he would have to move out if this is imposed upon him, and he has of course said similarly to his mother.
Since he is her last son here at home, she does not want this. It isn't as if I am sufficient to keep her wanting to come home, after all.
So even though I wanted to avoid my brother last evening ─ I certainly was not going to sit up wasting any of the good T.V. series that he and I follow together ─ she insisted that I seat myself in the darkened living room and she would address my drunken brother about this issue, even though she knew he was obliterated.
I complied, but my brother quickly passed out for a time. As the T.V. played a show Bev had tuned in, my wife stood at the living room entranceway, probably fuming and uncertain. Anon he did revive, and talked utter blather in a drunken fashion to Bev such that my wife finally accepted that it was best to await the following day when he was sober.
Bev assured her that she was herself going to insist that my brother procure a much larger bed, for another complaint of my brother is that Bev rolls about and hogs the bed. My wife had suggested to her that maybe they needed a separate smaller bed apiece.
Anyway, my wife announced that she was going to bed for the night, and I did similarly. By this time it may have been approaching 11 p.m. at very latest ─ possibly, it was even before 10:30 p.m., for I wanted to rise quite early in the morning.
I finally settled upon 5 a.m., mistakenly believing that today's National Flag of Canada Day was a statutory holiday. Despite my sore foot, I wanted to do the bit of grocery shopping that I had failed to do early on Sunday due to sitting up late at night Saturday with my brother and Bev after she was officially moved in earlier Saturday evening.
I slept badly ─ very badly. I rose just after 2 a.m. to use the toilet, and discovered that my drunken brother was still in his favourite chair with the T.V. blaring. He was likely passed out. Bev had gone to bed properly ─ I remember hearing him escorting her upstairs because by then she was quite drunk on wine.
I have no idea when my brother finally went to bed, but it was not to his own bedroom. Instead, he availed himself of my absent eldest stepson's sleeping quarters.
Anyway, I did rise at 5 a.m., getting roused awake by my cellphone alarm. And it was at least 7:50 a.m. when I left to do my shopping at No Frills maybe four blocks away, even though I did not feel like the errand. The store opens at 8 a.m.
All went well with the shopping expedition, although my left foot hurt plenty. It seemed as quiet out there as if it was a Sunday morning. The reason for that was not National Flag of Canada Day, though ─ which was actually on Saturday; it was because today was Family Day!
After I was back home, I almost went back to bed at 9 a.m., but I correctly suspected that my wife likely had a full workday scheduled for today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. On such days she rises soon after 9:30 a.m. to begin readying, and leaves shortly past 10 a.m.
So I decided to watch some T.V., choosing first the two most recent videos published to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel. The shorter of those two videos was the second one I watched, and the most interesting. At a little over half an hour, it had been published February 13: El Paraiso Verde Paraguay an Amazing Community Leading By Example.
This is an amazing group of people who have created a wonderful community.
Christopher James speaks with the Founder to share with world.
If you are interested in more information go to
https://paraiso-verde.com/en/el-paraiso-verde-in-the-heart-of-paraguay/
These people are from all over the world building a better world for all.
This is the direction our world needs to be going on a global scale.
Enjoy this interview and hope it inspires many to get active and visit this wonderful place and possibly move to escape all the corruption in peace.
Wikipedia is strictly critical of the community.
I was expecting that my wife was going to instruct me to deal with my brother, but before she came downstairs after showering, she got engaged with a loud cellphone call with someone else who is Thai, and their extended conversation lasted an unknown length of time because my wife headed out the front door on her fairly long drive with barely a break to give me a goodbye as she continued her conversation.
So that was a relief.
Bev was to present herself when I was well into the second shorter video, and that was when I understood that my brother had not slept in the bedroom. She claimed that she was very mad at him for the state in which he had shown up last night. I had seen him go down the stairs from his bedroom after he had first gotten home, and upon reaching the floor, he had to grab the wall for balance because he began to fall over backwards.
My wife told Bev and I that her son had told her that my brother had fallen in the kitchen a couple or so nights earlier around 1 a.m.
Anyway, Bev, he, and I watched T.V. through the latter morning and until after 1 p.m., but I never brought up the topic that my wife intends a confrontation with him concerning her son and the available space where my brother thinks he is going to install Bev ─ who herself does not want the isolation. She moved in here fully expecting that the two of them would be sharing his bedroom, which is the house's master bedroom.
The first show I tuned in was an episode of The Adventures of Robin Hood, which we are slowly working our way through. Yesterday my brother and I had watched "A Husband For Marian"; today it was "The Highlander". As you will find if both of those links remain functional, my source is this RerunCentury.com link.
Then it was some education ─ a nearly hour-long (58:59) video published July 19, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel: Rome's Invisible City.
A 2015 BBC History, Science Documentary hosted by Alexander Armstrong.
With the help of a team of experts and the latest in 3D scanning technology, Alexander Armstrong, along with Dr. Michael Scott, explores the hidden underground treasures that made Rome the powerhouse of the ancient world. In his favourite city, he uncovers a lost subterranean world that helped build and run the world's first metropolis and its empire. From the secret underground world of the Colosseum to the aqueducts and sewers that supplied and cleansed it, and from the mysterious cults that sustained it spiritually to the final resting places of Rome's dead, Alexander discovers the underground networks that serviced the remarkable world above.
We finished up with Sherlock Holmes ─ episode three ("The Naval Treaty") of season or series one.
If interested, my source was published January 7, 2024, at BitChute's Adaneth_TV channel: Sherlock Holmes (TV Series 1984) | The Naval Treaty (S01-E03). It was good entertainment indeed!
By this time I was very much in need of a nap, so when my brother headed on up to his bedroom for some bed rest, I was soon in bed for that further sleep.
I rose to find Bev here alone ─ my brother had bused away to drink again.
However, Bev reminded me that he was going to be more cautious because he has two appointments tomorrow. The first is in the morning to potentially have the ignition interlock device removed from his van after a six-month mandate; then in the afternoon he is to potentially have his driver's licence reinstated without its current restriction.
So we shall see.
My youngest stepson probably sat up last night as long as did my brother, so he slept away the daylight today. I have no idea what's going through his mind concerning Bev and my brother.
It is not my intention to be sitting up late this evening, so unless I get caught up by his early homecoming ─ or my wife's ─ I would like to get this post published and have some supper. In the wee early morning I would like to have exercise at that elementary school playground.
At present it is 7:16 p.m.
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