Exit Strategy

Although I never heard her, my wife came home at some point after I had retired last evening.

My cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m., and it definitely roused me to get up and ready for my six-block walk. The house was in darkness.

I was to have the walk without incident. Everything was wet from recent rain; and the rain was to heavily resume later in the morning, but it did die out by or before the afternoon.

Not once did I let my walking stick touch the pavement during the walk. I carried it just in case I was to require the stability it affords ... or possibly for self-defence.

I was back to bed soon past 5 a.m. at very latest.

My morning was to commence around 8:15 a.m., I suppose. I rather hoped that my younger brother would delay his rising until after 9 a.m., but he seems to have a drive to emerge from his bedroom around 8:45 - 8:50 a.m., and that was so this morning.

When I came downstairs a little after 9 a.m. to boil water for my day's first instant coffee and then to join him, he had left me a cheque for $1,302.04, but I now see that where he is supposed to state the sum in words, he wrote "One thousand two" (and 04¢). In other words, 1,002.04. Nowhere does the written word "three" appear.

Clearly, the shaky idiot wrote it out last night when he was plastered.

And unless he comes home very early later today from wherever he went to do his apparently-essential nearly daily social drinking ─ and he is only lightly intoxicated ─ I will be unable to return the cheque to him until tomorrow morning when he is sober.

This makes me angry. I had meant to make the 1½-mile round trip walk in the wee a.m. overnight to deposit the cheque at our financial institution's nearest ATM, giving my damaged right knee more of a challenge than I usually do. But now it appears that I am going to have to wait another day.

Most of his cheque represented his contribution to our annual utilities that are due April 2nd.

Anyway, after I got his clearance this morning to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 17-minute (17:32) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: How polls are used to manipulate your mind.

Sample size is small but media manipulation is big.

https://angusreid.org/canadian-electi...

My next selection was a 24-minute (24:17) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: Trudeau’s Half-Brother UNLOADS on Carney—Elites Are Using You for Their ‘Greater Good’.

Kyle Kemper breaks down his observations on what the Liberal Party is trying to do in Canada and how badly Canadians need to wake up before it's too late!

We talk Trudeau (his half brother), the WEF, New World Order and what Canadians need to pay attention to ahead of the federal election.

That one was followed by a nine-minute (9:06) video published yesterday to Rumble's Redacted News channel: Javier Milei just SHOCKED the world releasing documents on Hitler's escape to Argentina in 1945.

We finished with a two-hour video published March 28 to Rumble's Hagmann Report channel: Ep. 4868: Special Guest Maxime Bernier, Head of The People's Party Of Canada, Running Against Globalist Mark Carney for Canadian Prime Minister | March 28, 2025.

SPECIAL GUEST: Maxime Bernier: https://www.PeoplesPartyofCanada.ca

My brother had some shopping to do ─ including buying Bev another four-litre box of her preferred white wine, although she did not deign to go along to accompany him; so I had him buy me two one-litre cartons of Dairyland whipping cream ($6.28 apiece) for my coffee, plus two loaves of Silver Hills bread ($5.47 apiece).

I resisted having my nap until after his return; and upon ensuring he did perform the errand in full, I went online and transferred $23.50 into his account.

He then got his bed rest before leaving to go drinking this partially sunny afternoon. Late in the afternoon while it was sunny, we even had a light rain shower.

Yesterday I wrote that I should at least attempt leg-raises as an exercise, since I have done nothing else since my accident early March 1st. So I unrolled my Reebok exercise mat in my wife's (larger) bedroom ... and then had the realization strike me that I had no way of getting to the ground to lie on the darned thing.

My right knee's lower quadriceps muscles have seemingly atrophied somewhat despite the distinct swelling atop and to the sides of my knee where the quadriceps probably join with it. I am unable to bear my weight exclusively on the bent knee, so I am unable to kneel low enough to get my 'good' knee to the floor. The bad knee cannot achieve a radical bend, so even if I was to manage to drop to my 'good' knee after getting low enough, my bad leg would be extended behind me. And from that position, it would be absolutely impossible for me to bring the leg forward to allow me to sink back onto my butt and then to lie down.

I cannot sink to my 'good' knee with my bad leg extended forward ─ I am too stiff. I would need to fall backwards. At my age of 75, these are not manoeuvres I am capable of, nor do I care to be risking them.

This is the utter shits, man!

Anyway, today is a bath day, so I am going to break here at 6:19 p.m. and soon get that nuisance of a chore out of my way.

★★★

My brother got home while I was bathing, so he was not exactly late.

I want to express something wholly unanticipated concerning my weight.

I do not normally weigh myself if I have recently eaten, but despite today's midday (and only) meal, after I had stripped down for my bath, I decided to give it a go. After all, despite not exercising, there were three days last week in which I ate just once instead of my normal two meals a day.

And already yesterday and today, I have only had a solitary meal.

So my naked weight? At the very most, I was 171 pounds. I am losing muscle nearly as much as if I was bedridden.

Anyway, by the time I came forth from the bathroom, my brother was passed out downstairs, so I chose to watch something on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My choice was Prodigal Son ─ episode 10 ("Exit Strategy") of season two. It was both deeply interesting and even exciting.

That Bellamy Young as Malcolm's mother is so strikingly hot!

My flawless source for the episode was this GOOLJARA.to link.

Well, I am half-tempted to watch something else ... or to even join my brother downstairs. Bev may have gone to bed.

But perhaps it is late enough that I can manage some sleep, and rise in the wee a.m. for my usual six-block walk.

And now my wife is newly home, but we will not be communicating ─ I am shut up in my bedroom and going to bed. It is 10:05 p.m.

Poor Yvette

I think that I heard my wife come home last night after I was to bed, but she was not here this morning.

My cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m. to get me up for a six-block walk to give my damaged right knee some work, but I had wakeful periods after getting to bed shortly after 10 p.m. (I believe); so when I was into a particularly strong such break, I checked the time and saw it to be 2:28 a.m. After a few further minutes of pondering, I recognized the futility of delaying getting up.

To my considerable surprise, my younger brother was still downstairs with the T.V. playing, and he seemed conscious. I can only presume that he had been unconscious for some of the earlier night.

I didn't let him aware that I was now up as well, and just a bit past 3 a.m. I heard him finally come upstairs and go properly to bed.

I had my walk, but it may have been as late as 4:20 a.m. before I left here. My youngest stepson was shut up in the bathroom showering. I am not positive, but I think he's been taking two showers a day of late. Considering that he does nothing physical except walk a one-mile round trip to a Tim Hortons for coffee once or twice a day, this fastidious cleanliness seems uncalled for. And except for Tuesdays as a rule, he otherwise works from home during the week.

I found it to be dry but damp-seeming and rather chilly outside on the walk that started off with me extremely indignant because I was immediately foiled and had the walk delayed five or more minutes because a neighbour immediately next door who drives a cab had just come home and was just sitting in the vehicle instead of getting out and going into the house.

Meantime, in the other direction several houses away, another vehicle had parked and was just sitting with its damned lights on, so I could not walk that way either.

I go for these walks when I do because I want utter privacy. I feel exposed with my leg as unstable as it has become, for I am physically in jeopardy and desire to have no one else in my vicinity. Nor do I appreciate being witnessed as I locomote in crippling fashion ─ some pride or self-dignity is in play.

I do not know any of these South Asians, so they may as well just be strangers on the street.

But I waited the cabbie out and was able to proceed in that direction, as was my intention. I always return past where the other vehicle was parked.

I found the quadriceps around the top regions of my knee to be especially weak ─ I think due to 25 partial squats that I had challenged it to late yesterday afternoon or very early evening. My quadriceps feel to have shrunken from the lack of activity ─ it has now been 30 days since my accident, and I do not commonly get out on these walks. As well, I am unsure just what I can do to exercise the muscles. Even yet when I elevate that bad leg, there starts to be a burning of the lowermost lateral quadriceps that makes me mindful of a muscle tear.

It is all so disheartening.

I cannot even exercise my upper body because the only weight I have access to is a dumbbell that weighs 42½ pounds. I need two good legs to use this much weight with one arm, and my bad knee is too much of a risk of me buckling ─ especially so since I have not exercised at all in this whole time and I am definitely much weaker for it.

Even before the accident, attempting to press the weight overhead would sometimes have me off balance and I might take a step back to regain it. That would likely have a disastrous outcome in my present state ─ I cannot risk it.

So I'm in a most wretched fix.

I don't even know it I can do leg-raises ─ I have not tried. I should, though. Just limiting my eating to prevent the development of increased corpulence is not doing aught for muscle maintenance nor core strength.

Following my walk, I believe that I was back to bed ahead of 6 a.m. However, I am even less clear on when I rose again ─ certainly before 9 a.m., and probably nearer to 8 a.m.

It was not unexpected that I was to gain possession of the T.V. after 9 a.m. when I went downstairs to boil water for my day's first of three mugs of instant coffee, but I don't think that it was quite yet 9:30 a.m. when my brother emerged from his bedroom to join me ─ I was newly into a nearly 1¾-hour (1:43:37) video published yesterday to Rumble's MattEhret channel: The Dystopic Mission of Mark Carney feat. Matt Ehret - WORLD PREMIERE! 

March 23, 2025

But who really is Mark Carney? Or rather, who made Mark Carney? Oxford? Cecil Rhodes? The Council on Foreign Relations? YES! And more.
Join us as we debut the first chapter of The Dystopic Mission of Mark Carney! Where you can ask Matt questions about this wild, 200-year plan that's now coming to fruition via King Carney.

After that we finally watched the last half or so of the 1959 movie Attack of the Giant Leeches that we had first got into last Wednesday morning.

One of the two supporting actresses played a tart of an unfaithful young wife ─ the actress was Yvette Vickers. She was to live into her early 80s, but the date of her death ─ and thus her actual age ─ is unknown. Refer to the Wikipedia article on her to see why.

The other actress was Jan Shepherd who was to have a happier life, and went on to live to the age of 96. In fact, she only died in January of this year.

My source for the movie ─ which I had previously downloaded back in January, I believe ─ was published June 21, 2022, to Rumble's Retro Classic TV, Cartoon & Movies channel: Attack Of The Giant Leeches 1959.

Bev was downstairs to take over the T.V. before the movie was quite finished, so the T.V. is going to probably have been running for 15 or more hours before it finally gets turned off tonight.

My brother's bed rest following the movie was a little longer than usual, I suppose. I had my nap meantime without benefit of having eaten yet. I didn't nap well, likely due to distant neighbours making an enormous amount of ruckus with male voices roaring and yelling, and women shrieking and screaming ─ it was going on in the latter morning, and even into the latter afternoon I have heard occasional outbursts. I don't know what sort of partying scene goes on over there, but it is far too damned frequent for my liking or patience.

I didn't take note of exactly when my brother left on foot to catch a bus so that he could do some social drinking, but it was between 1:30 - 2 p.m.

Will he be home early, and in less than a blitzed state? That is ever the question, alas.

As a result, I cannot predict my evening. Often when he comes home he seems content to just sit with Bev and watch the empty-headed nonsense she enjoys watching. I suspect that he thinks that he will just drink with her until she has had enough of her white wine and has to go to bed, but I most decidedly do not sit here cooped up in my bedroom at my bedside's computer waiting for the opportunity of Bev finally going to bed so that I can join my brother and then tune in and watch with him a few of the shows that we follow in common.

For now at 4:14 p.m., I am going to take a break from this post and report back well into the evening. I may even return to bed for a while, since I have nothing much else to do except sit on this hard desk swivel chair developing hemorrhoids while hunched over a too-low desk and keyboard, aching and stiffening my back.

I need an alternate and better life; but that is never going to happen without a major lottery win to free me from where and what I am.

★★★

My brother was not home by 8 p.m., so I selected a source here at my bedside computer for an episode of The Rookie ─ episode seven ("Crushed") of season six. As usual, it was a very absorbing show. My source for it was this GOOJARA.to link.

I had no sooner finished the episode and was brushing my teeth while mulling over whether to watch something else, than I heard my brother come into the house ─ it was at least 8:50 p.m.

He was very drunk, as evidenced by his voice as he talked to Bev. He would be hopeless company to try and watch any of our shows with because apart from his blathering commentary, he is only going to soon pass out and any show is going to be wasted on him.

But I feel it too early to get to bed as yet, so I am going to watch something else and have my second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) of the evening. I just hope Bev has not yet drunk herself too helpless and will still be downstairs when my show is finished, for I want nothing to do with my brother.

It is 9:10 p.m.

★★★

My second show was 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode two ("Trainwrecks") of season five. Wow! This one even hit me emotionally during one scene!

My source was this GOOLJARA.to link ─ that website has been nearly aces of late.

After I peeked forth from my darkened bedroom doorway to see what was happening downstairs, I espied my baby 72-year-old brother passed out in his favourite chair, snoring away to whatever nonsense Bev had on the T.V., although she was not in evidence. My suspicion is that she was outside contributing to her life-shortening COPD, because she refuses to quit smoking ─ just as she refuses to even take a walk for a measly block because "it's too hard". There is nothing wrong with her legs ─ she simply stopped using them to walk anywhere and now believes that she cannot, but will no longer try, and she just in her mid-50s.

She's going to die young, and it's going to be entirely because she will not lift a finger to preserve herself.

All else I have to report is that this past week there were three days in which I ate but one meal; and my only 'snacks' were my three coffees, plus whatever beer I drank.

And now today, I am going to bed with just my midday meal. Possibly I will eat earlier than usual tomorrow, but I have thought that before and did not follow through.

Anyway, I have nothing more to say. It is 10:19 p.m.

Rules

That infernally depraved libido I wrote of yesterday was to keep me from getting to bed last evening until after 11:30 p.m.; this is getting extremely difficult to resist coming to a conclusion.

Yesterday marked a full calendar month since my last full recidivism, so I do not want the streak of better behaviour to come to a close ─ it is nearly impossible for me to attain this duration, so to break the streak will be both crushing and intensely discouraging.

Due to why I was getting to bed so late (even my wife had come home, although she did not know that I was still up ─ we have separate bedrooms), I decided that the penalty I would pay is to deny myself any needed six-block walk for my bad right knee's essential therapy.

And true to that decision, I never rose until around 6:10 a.m. this morning, but that was only to use the toilet; I returned to bed and remained there until maybe 7:18 a.m. Thus, I had spent around 7¾ hours in bed overall. As well, I was comfortable doing so, despite at least one unsettling dream in which I seemed to be getting relentlessly tracked by someone I can only label an assassin or targeting killer.

In that dream, I was coming to feel a frustrating desperation at how this pursuer seemed to have a knack for constantly resuming his tracking of me whenever I thought myself to have him ditched.

Anyway, my younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom around 8:30 a.m.; and after he turned on the T.V., I waited until well past 9 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for my day's first instant coffee and to join him.

He was not too long in inviting me to put our Android TV Box into play, so I began our viewing with a 28-minute (28:17) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: My night with Pierre in Surrey! Plus, I ambush a CTV Reporter! 

Anita is reporting on the record-setting Pierre Poilievre rally held this past Thursday in Surrey's Port Kells area.

Next up was a 45-minute video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Why DOESN'T Mark Carney Want CANADA To See What's In His New Book Until After The Election?

Carney cancels the set release date of his new book with his ideas for Canada so Canadians can't see it until AFTER the election now. Why's that Carney? I also show numerous articles and videos that most Canadians have not seen about the recent ongoings of Carney, including what he is doing with our CDN dollar while we were looking elsewhere...

I have absolutely no understanding of economics ─ I zone right out; and it does not help when Odessa spends a long time just reading articles, for I find it profoundly boring and I am unable to concentrate on what she is saying as she reads. Consequently, I cannot give her video a 'like'.

In a similar vein, the next video I tuned in was almost an hour long and dealt exclusively with economics under the Trump Administration; we got nearly halfway through it before I could bear no more and cancelled out of it, for I gained absolutely nothing from it ─ every fact or statistic was lost upon me.

As a result, I am not even going to identify the video.

We finished with a 35-minute (35:42) video published yesterday to Rumble's Redacted News channel: Christine Anderson on why Europe is COLLAPSING on purpose and Germany’s fascist reality | Redacted.

We're joined by one of the few voices of reason that's left in Europe. Member of the European Parliament, Christine Anderson.

Had my brother not been betimes absent as he tended to his laundering, I would have forsaken the last couple of videos in favour of the old black & white science fiction / horror movie we had begun Wednesday morning and suspended prematurely so my brother could have his bed rest ─ maybe we will finish watching it tomorrow morning.

I don't know what my wife was getting up to this morning. She did not rise until maybe as late as 10:15 a.m., and then left us around 11 a.m. shortly after pointing out to me the fare she had brought home last evening and left in the fridge.

Did she simply leave later than she meant to, and was to have worked a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time? Or did she have something else going on? No explanation was offered by her as she rushed off.

My brother returned to his bedroom early into the noon hour for some further rest; and although I was later to seek my early afternoon nap without having eaten aught but my two mugs of coffee with the works, he had re-emerged from his bedroom by then.

I wondered to myself if he was going to remain home today.

The answer was to be no ─ he apparently left afoot to catch a bus so that he could go social drinking.

At least in the latter morning I presented to him the mortgage renewal paperwork that had arrived in the mail ─ on Wednesday, I believe. I am leaving it to him to consider if maybe he should 'up' his contribution to the fortnightly mortgage payment. At least he knows what the hit is going to be.

I suppose that if he gets home early into the evening and does not seem plastered, I would be amenable to accepting an invitation by around 8 p.m. to join downstairs and activate our Android TV Box so that we can watch episodes of three or four of the T.V. series we follow in common, for I wouldn't mind three beers along with them.

But that would cancel any early morning walk to see if I can handle some local grocery shopping with this accursed damaged right knee.

I am going to take a break now from this post at 4:59 p.m.

★★★

The time passed rather heavily.

My brother showed up just past 7 p.m., and thereafter proved himself content to watch crap on T.V. with Bev. Because of that, it was at least 8:40 p.m. when I went ahead and selected something to watch here on my bedside computer.

My choice was FBI: International ─ episode nine ("Rules of Blackjack") of season three. This allowed me to enjoy a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

Initially I used this link at TVids.net, but it crapped out a bit past the 12-minute mark. I then selected this link at uFLIX.to, and all was perfect thereafter.

I enjoyed seeing lovely agent Amanda Tate finally seeing action in the field ─ I could easily become attached to actress Christina Wolfe in her own series.

I have re-thought an early morning walk for grocery shopping. Since I dare not purchase very much, I would feel very self-conscious being one of the store's very first customers and trying to pay my light purchase with a $100 bill. So maybe I will just settle upon an even earlier walk before the day dawns.

I have not gone grocery shopping in five weeks; I am feeling rather self-conscious now about engaging the public like that.

Bev is still downstairs with my brother ─ their loud and drunken voices carry. It seems clear he would be a poor companion to try and watch our shows with.

It is 9:54 p.m., so I am going to very soon ready and get to bed.

Transaction

It was around midnight when I got to bed last night, if I am remembering correctly. I still might have been able to get up for an early a.m. six-block walk, but it was not worth it to me.

I think that I checked the time around 7:15 a.m. when I took my second toilet break of my night to pass what remained of the three cans of beer I had consumed last evening, but I did not feel much like remaining up, so I returned to bed for another hour or so.

My brother was up when I took that toilet break, but he was gone when I rose after 8 a.m. This was his second (consecutive) and final day of mandated attendance at the Responsible Driver Program (RDP) Workshop in Langley. Scheduled as running from 9 a.m. to 5:30 p.m., he was hopeful that they would be dismissed far ahead of that schedule as was the case yesterday.

He had some interesting stories told him by fellow participants yesterday ─ instances of police and judicial wrongdoing in racking up the numbers of convictions for this phenomenally lucrative 'cash cow'. As an example, one fellow said that he had not even been drinking and thus proved it by passing the breathalyzer without it reacting against him even as a warning, but the cop involved refused him a second blow to back up the first, and made the judgment call that the guy was guilty of drinking anyway.

The cop thereafter claimed that the driver had refused the breathalyzer ─ a category that can include refusing to comply properly by blowing hard enough for the device to register anything.

So it was the cop's word prevailing over the driver's; and the fellow's lawyer said this is known to probably take place, but it is impossible to prove.

Anyway, for the second morning I was left on my own to watch any T.V. Among the videos I did watch was this 20-minute effort streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: AnitaK is live! 

Please note that I set the video to commence after a little better than the first 6½ minutes because the recording had been muted until then and thus there was absolutely no sound.

Anita was interviewing various people in the amazingly long lineup who had come to see Conservative Party leader Pierre Poilievre speak in Surrey's Port Kells yesterday. The Surrey Now-Leader has a good article about the event: Poilievre vows to put 'Canada First' at Surrey rally that drew thousands.

As I have been working on this post, at 4:05 p.m. my brother apparently walked into the house, his mandated workshop attendance done with. And soon he will be having his first can of beer of the day, I am sure. But will he be involving me in the T.V.-watching later on like he did yesterday? If that is to happen, he will need to do it ahead of 9 p.m., for I am likely going to watch a show here in my bedroom on this bedside computer while enjoying a beer, and then getting to bed afterwards.

Depending upon just how I feel in the pre-dawn when I rise, I may risk a walk to do some local grocery shopping. But that of course will not be known until tomorrow, so I shall not speculate further on it.

And ... WOW! My brother wasn't home 15 minutes before leaving again to catch a bus so that he could go drinking and playing pool at a pub.

I'll be getting to bed early enough, then.

But back to my morning, I also watched a 15-minute (15:28) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Northern Perspective channel: Did Mark Carney Announce The END OF THE ALLIANCE With The United States?? REPORTERS SAY NOTHING.

A third video worth mention was 22 minutes (22:31) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: Mark Carney CAUGHT LYING About Trump Tariffs—Danielle Smith GOES NUCLEAR on Liberals.

Mark Carney Gets HUMILIATED at Live Event— Canadian media/Liberals LIE about tariffs. Fox News Issues STARK Warning & Smith Goes NUCLEAR on Liberal Elitists.

★★★

I took quite a break following the above. And has been happening a lot lately, perverse libido is being encouraged, alas.

Nonetheless, I did take the more profitable time to watch a show here on my bedside computer and enjoy a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

The show was FBI: Most Wanted ─ specifically, episode 13 ("Transaction") of season four. As so often, the episode was very interesting and involving. Should anyone be interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The temptation has been present to watch something further, but I shan't. Already it is 9:48 p.m., and my brother is still not home. He is going to be heavily besotted, and certainly no one I would want to try watching any T.V. with downstairs. Bev can have and enjoy him.

As for the morning, I have decided against any morning shopping ─ Sunday will be far better, for there will surely be less likelihood of crossing paths with unwanted other people. It would probably be best that I take my walking stick, and stash it near to where I will be shopping (should I even go on Sunday) ─ I can then retrieve it on my return.

I would of course need to ensure that I did not over-shop and leave myself so burdened that two carrying bags would be required.

Maybe overnight tonight I can rise around 3 a.m. at latest to walk over to the elementary school playground three or so blocks away to assess how much I have weakened since my last attempt at exercising early in the a.m. of March 1st, not two hours before I had my knee accident here at home.

Anyway, enough blogging for today.

Corrupt Health Canada

As soon as I was to bed last evening, it flooded over me that there was no true sense in going to the bother of depositing any of Bev's $400 to put towards the upcoming April 2 annual utilities bill. Better that I just keep the money on hand for personal needs to save having to make any withdrawals for the next couple or more months.

Besides, my monthly pension was directly deposited into my chequing account today anyway, so the money is there to cover that upcoming billing.

It was raining rather hard when I went to bed, and soon very hard. Sleeping as ill as usual, I eventually felt the need to check the time to see if it was yet anywhere near the cellphone alarm setting of 3 a.m.; and seeing it to be 2:25 a.m., that was near enough ─ I rose.

And still the rain was steadily falling.

Thus, even though I was only going to have my usual six-block or so walk to exercise my damaged knee, I chose to bear an umbrella. After all, it sure ain't like I can start jogging like I could as a much younger man when I started getting badly wet and cold.

Also, I wanted to bring along my Titan baton flashlight stun gun. It would be carried beneath my heavy jacket, the base of the device inserted into my left jean's pocket, so I needed to ensure that my upper body was sheltered from a drenching.

The walk was to be unremarkable, apart from passing at a sheltered bus stop someone wearing a hood and seated on the bench, and leaning right forward across his (or her?) knees, apparently either asleep or else in some state approaching sleep.

After I was home some while, maybe around 4:30 a.m. my brother emerged from his bedroom, probably too uptight to sleep over his trepidation about having to attend the first of two consecutive days of mandated Responsible Driver Program (RDP) Workshops in Langley from 9 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.

The site was to be the Langley Community Services Society Welcome Centre at #100-6470-201st Street (Google Map).

I suspect that this will cement his determination to never drive again after he has been drinking. For months now he has bused away anytime he has intended to go drinking.

I think that I returned to bed before 5 a.m., and I saw that all was darkness downstairs ─ he had apparently bedded down on the chesterfield, probably believing that not being exposed to Bev's all-night recurring COPD coughing.

I was to rise well ahead of 7:30 a.m., I believe; already, my brother was up again, and probably reading at the dining table.

Then before it was yet 7:50 a.m., he announced that he was leaving ─ he was unsure of the location; and since we live in the Whalley area, he had no idea on what to expect by way of traffic conditions.

I sincerely felt sorry for the poor guy ─ such a long, dreary day without much sustaining sleep. I well know that I would be drooping in my chair at this boring event, my eyes fighting me to close, and my head to droop.

At least the rain had stopped by this time, if I am remembering correctly.

I was left with no choice but to watch some morning T.V. on my own. Two or three of those videos were concerning Thailand bar street scenes, but one sensible video was eight minutes long and had just been uploaded earlier in the morning to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Robert Fife smears Pierre and takes a swipe at Chandra too.

Globe and Mail are having a field day, smearing anyone who gets in Con Carney's way.

All else I watched was a 47-minute video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Shocking Cover Up By Health Canada Re: Bipolar Disorder - A Must See Interview.

The documented (with proof) important story of a significant win against Health Canada corruption, but they are still lurking in the shadows...
Matadorfilms.ca
Truehopecanada.com

This just breaking: My brother showed up at 4:30 p.m., so his workshop clearly was closed down for today by 4 p.m. at latest.

I also want to mention that the mortgage renewal paperwork showed up in today's mail, and is to be returned to the bank by April 15. Disappointing to me is that the very cheapest fortnightly payment being offered is $129.05 more than what we are presently paying, and is a four-year fixed term.

I shared this arrival with my resident stepson, but he correctly pointed out that my brother is going to have to be brought in on the conversation, for I have allowed him to be basically 'grandfathered' into an original mortgage payment that was less than $400 fortnightly ─ after all, he was not consulted both times that my wife and I underwent a remortgaging so that she could have access to a line of credit to waste on two separate Thai restaurant ventures that both failed.

I have no idea what sort of original retirement fund he built up for himself over his working life, so it may be that he is unable to (as well as unwilling to) contribute more.

Anyway, this is a bath day for me, so I am going to take a break now at 4:58 p.m. to deal with that.

★★★

My bath was easier than it was even just four days ago when I had my last one. I found myself able to actually step forward into the tub with my bad leg ─ the knee now bends sufficiently. Likewise for being able to sink back into a lying posture in the tub. And whilst seated in the tub, I was able to lift my bent bad leg sufficiently to barely be able to use a face cloth to wipe the entire sole of my foot ─ the full heel had been just a bit inaccessible due to the restriction of my knee.

But I still cannot go up stairs by alternating the steps with each foot, and in coming down I have to be tremendously cautious that I remain stiff-legged or else run the very real risk of my leg collapsing due to absence of muscular support at the lower quadriceps adjoining my knee.

I have managed to carefully take a single step up the stairs, however; but it requires concentration. To try it a second time finds me only able to sort of heave myself up ─ I cannot carefully focus the quadriceps muscles to concertedly do the job of bearing my weight up the step as I was able to do the first time.

And then even that ability to mostly heave myself upwards is taxed, so a third step is seemingly out of my range.

... My brother nicked me as I was completing that last statement ─ he wanted me to join him downstairs and operate our Android TV Box for some T.V. shows because he wanted something more than Bev's choices.

That led to three shows and as many beers for me:

• Star Trek: Discovery ─ episode two ("New Eden") of season two. It was actually pretty good.

• Doc Martin ─ episode two ("Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?") of season or series six.

• A Touch of Frost ─ episode two ("Dead End") of season or series 14.

Bev largey steered clear, preferring to end the evening with T.V. upstairs in their bedroom.

My brother had some flagging consciousness during Star Trek: Discovery; but he missed out on a huge swath of A Touch of Frost, never watching any of the last part of the show, and for quite some length. Thus, he knows nothing of its resolution.

Why the weak-brained fool just does not go to bed boggles me. He is still snoring unconsciously downstairs instead of sleeping in bed for his workshop session tomorrow. But he is 72 years of age ─ he needs to be learning some sense on his own by this time in life, one would expect.

Oh ─ at 11:48 p.m. he has roused and begun turning things off downstairs. Well!

I must get to bed. There of course will be no overnight walk; and I only had one meal today. It is now 11:57 p.m.

Best Laid Plans

As it turned out last evening, I never had an especially late night after all. I did have my younger brother watch the premiere episode of Doom Patrol, as drunk as he was, so I do not know what memory he has retained of it. But I will bank upon my own impression of the episode and add the series to our roster of shared television shows that we will be watching.

I remained with my brother so that we could watch one of our shared shows after Doom Patrol finished, and I even brought a couple of cans of beer to drink if by chance I was going to be sitting up even later. However, very early into the episode I noticed that my brother was passing out; and when he had, I turned off our Android TV Box and left him with basic cable T.V. programming (he doesn't understand how to operate the Android TV Box).

He revived as soon as there was a brief silent break between the show I had tuned in and then the regular T.V. programming, but my mind was made up ─ he was in no shape for any further of our shows. Nor did he speak up as I began to withdraw ─ he must have understood what he had done, and knew that it pisses me off.

So I came upstairs to my bedroom with the two unopened beers, and my total already drunk also remained at two. And I was likely to bed by 11:15 p.m.

Even my wife was still up, having come home from her full day of work a little earlier in the evening.

Unfortunately, I deemed my bedtime to be too late for me to care to be rising at 3 a.m. for a walk to challenge my damaged right knee, so that was to be my second consecutive night without any such walk.

I rose once in the night to use the toilet, discovering that even though it was something like 2:20 a.m., my brother was still downstairs stretched out in his favourite chair with the T.V. playing. Even if he was conscious, I am confident that he had not been throughout the full time since I left him earlier.

His brain is too damaged anymore from daily drunkenness of many years' standing to be able to reliably retain consciousness over the course of a full evening of T.V.

And 'tis a sad thing. He only claims that he doesn't sleep well at nights. Well, nor do I; yet I have not lost consciousness in the evening while watching T.V. in probably four or even five years. With my brother, it is almost every evening.

This morning I was up from bed ahead of 8 a.m., and a little surprised that my brother was to emerge from his bedroom around 8:30 a.m. Nevertheless, I did not join him for our morning T.V. together until towards 9:15 a.m.

At his speedy invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 25-minute (25:44) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: ...and Pierre rips Carney a new over on China's millions to Brookfield!

As a former newscast director for Global News,  I discuss media mind control and how they portray Carney.
Also Rachel Gilmore becomes a CTV fact checker.

The second similar-veined video I will mention was 41 minutes (41:17) and had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's JunoNews channel: Election INTERFERENCE from Canada’s Deep State.

There was not a word of a description to the video, nor even any indication of the special guest appearance by Josh Udall of the Elev8 Podcast. That was rather remiss.

After that, we finally finished watching the 1½-hour (1:31:52) documentary (in this our third sitting) published June 2, 2022, to BitChute's Page Chronicles - TRUTH Will Prevail channel: America Before Columbus (2009).

There was no video description, so I am using this one from WatchDocumentries.com:

When most people think of pre-Columbian America, they picture an idyllic wilderness peppered with small native villages and settlements. America Before Columbus tells the story of what Columbus really discovered when he landed on the shores of the so-called New World.

Filmmaker Cristina Trebbi goes through many scientific facts that prove that millions of people were already living in the Americas when Columbus arrived. As a matter of fact, there were as many people living there as there were in Europe. The America of 1492 was an already-crowded landscape with its own vast infrastructure of cities, canals and causeways. The film investigates the European colonisation of the New World and the many plants, crops and animals the immigrants brought with them.

Did pre-Columbian America have domesticated animals? Was it true that some of their rivers had more fish than water? What do we know about the first conquistadors? America Before Columbus provides the answers to these and many other questions about the mysteries of this era.

And then we got a little ways into an old black & white science fiction / horror movie, but I will not cite it until we have finished watching it. My brother needed to return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

My wife was only to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she rose around 9:30 a.m., leading me to incorrectly believe she had another full day. But instead, she was off to visit Surrey Place (Central City) to go through the passport renewal process.

I was sincerely pleased for her when she returned during the noon hour to report that she only had to wait about half an hour.

She got busy fixing up some supper to leave for us, so I decided to have my early afternoon nap shortly after 1 p.m., later to find that she had sought a nap in her bedroom.

My brother was downstairs watching T.V. with Bev, and then he rousted her so that she could go with him on a drive to the government liquor store to replenish their stock of preferred alcoholic beverage.

After their return, my brother left afoot to catch a bus and head off to do some social drinking.

Tomorrow and Friday are going to be rather different for him. He must attend a mandated Responsible Driver Program (RDP) Workshop both days scheduled from 9:30 a.m. - 5 p.m. So will he be moderating his drinking today?

My wife left for work fairly shortly after he had gone drinking.

Time now for a blogging break at 4:28 p.m.

★★★

Damn, I'm having a bloody time in the latter afternoon with an atrocious case of unrequited libido!

My brother did return home quite early ─ late in the afternoon, or very early in the evening.

If I do not foolishly sit up too late, I would like to get up at 2:30 a.m. and make the 1½-mile (or so) hike to my financial institution's ATM to deposit $300 of the $400 that my brother gave me last week which he had said was Bev's contribution to the upcoming annual utilities bill due April 2nd.

I will retain $100 in lieu of withdrawing anything for my own needs. Actually, maybe I will only deposit $200, for all I have in cash on hand are two $5 bills.

Anyway, nigh 8:30 p.m. I watched a video here at my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). The video was actually FBI ─ episode nine ("Best Laid Plans") of season six.

It was good ─ it kept me well involved! If interested, my source was this GOOLJARA.to link.

My brother is matching dim wits downstairs with Bev over the tripe she likes to watch, so I think I will just call it quits and get to bed so maybe I can relatively easily rise at 2:30 a.m. and get around to undertaking that ATM walk.

I just heard Bev exclaim that she needed to go to bed ─ she's had her tolerance of white wine.

I am NOT her replacement. It is 9:45 p.m., so I am going to bed now, although I came close to tuning in yet another show. Had I done so, I would have allowed myself to be victimized by my brother to operate our Android TV Box and fetch up shows more interesting than he is going to find on our basic cable programming.

April Doom

I very nearly did not watch T.V. with my younger brother last evening. Following his invitation, I did go down and began operating our Android TV Box to find a source for an episode of the show I was after; but he was fast unconscious.

This seemed like him at his worst, passing out and missing almost all of anything I first tune in.

So in my ire I shut down the Android TV Box that my brother has no idea how to operate, and I returned upstairs to my bedroom, intent on readying for bed.

But then I heard him choke himself awake. So I peeked downstairs and saw it to be so, and I called forth almost derisively, "Are you conscious again?"

His weak apology was that he has been sleeping poorly, to which I retorted that he should expect nothing less when he passes out nearly every evening ─ how can he expect a good night of sleep after 'napping' away so much of the evening?

Anyway, I relented and joined him anew, bringing back the two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I intended to soon be drinking. These would be atop the two cans I drank earlier while watching two shows here on my bedside computer.

And so we were to watch the following shows in this sequence:

• Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ episode four ("Code Yellow") of season six.

• SEAL Team ─ episode four ("All That Matters") of season two.

• Yellowstone ─ episode nine ("No Such Thing as Fair") of season four.

• The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 16 of season or series 32.

Concerning Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., I sure never expected that Yo-Yo's love interest in the person of Agent Keller was going to be so gruesomely killed off.

And concerning Yellowstone, it seems unlikely to me that character Kayce Dutton could possibly survive the tribal ritual of being staked out in the backcountry while practically naked and expected to endure four full days without food nor water. There were still patches of snow out there, and he was shirtless ─ one night alone ought to have been enough to kill him from hypothermia. As for no water, one article says this:

Experts say you can go about 100 hours without drinking when it is an average temperature outside. If it's cooler, you can go a little longer.

So if true, then four days under the character's conditions seems unlikely to be survivable. If daytime temperatures were balmy, perhaps; but if he was being exposed to direct sunlight for the entirety of each day, his sunburning skin would be evaporating a heck of a lot of water ... and then the nighttime freeze in cold mountainous air.

I just don't see it as being possible ─ not as we last saw him.

By the way, Renée Zellweger on The Graham Norton Show looked to me like she has had a telling 'face lift' that has left her with badly squinting eyes. Still, there is no denying her 'sex appeal'.

It was around 1 a.m. when we stopped watching our shows, so I was likely to bed by 2 a.m. As might be expected, there was to be no walk to challenge my damaged right knee.

It has been a while since I have drunk four cans of that strong beer, so I did feel a little rough this morning, probably rising around or soon after 8:15 a.m. My brother emerged from his bedroom a little afterwards.

As yesterday, my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom a little past 9:45 p.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and left here at just about 10:15 a.m. ─ a bit later than usual.

Oddly, I cannot recall when she arrived home last evening. I suspect that it had to have been while I was watching T.V. with my brother.

I had forgotten what a toll there is to sitting up so late and drinking. As much as I want to watch our shows with my brother, I most definitely do not want to do so on any consecutive evenings.

When he and I got together this morning for our usual morning fare a little past 9 a.m., I tried some very short videos at a Rumble channel that I will not be sampling again. So I tuned in a video well exceeding 1¼ hours that had been published March 20 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Native Pawns Equals Cheque Mate with Tanya Gaw & Michelle Stirling March 19, 2025.

On this Empower Hour Michelle Stirling, author, researcher, columnist and blogger, joined Tanya Gaw to further expose the native activists and government proxies who are fraudulently using the so-called Truth and Reconciliation as a pretext to justify a massive wealth transfer, land grabs and to steal our natural resources.

There are numerous referential links beneath that description at the website, so please refer to the link if at all interested.

I next hoped that we could finish the long documentary that we had begun a morning or two ago, but with maybe 20 minutes still remaining, my brother called for another postponement so that he could get some early bed rest.

I meantime had a meal, but I am now fuzzy on whether I had my nap before or after my brother had risen and then barely after 1 p.m. left afoot to catch a bus and get back into some social drinking after not having done so for two consecutive days. I suppose the dry day today is largely responsible ─ the previous two days were quite wet.

As I remarked earlier, I am not desirous of so soon having another late night, so I hope to have a relatively early evening and get back into an early a.m. walk overnight to work my bad knee. But darned if I do not feel lonely as I type these words at 4:55 p.m. ─ I would like to do some drinking to nullify the sensation.

I am going to take a break from this post.

★★★

Two things need saying.

First off, I checked my bank account online this afternoon and discovered that my tax refund had been directly deposited ─ something over $2,600. I am damned well going to need that over the coming four months, since each of them involves heavy financial outgoing; and early July is going to be the worst ─ annual property taxes.

Second, my mounting lubidinous penchant has begun to resume. My knee accident had kept things in limbo, but now I am becoming stressed with the 'cabin fever' born of being unable to do anything whatsoever except sit around in confinement here all the bloody day long because I am too crippled to walk!

I had a bit of a stumble here in my bedroom when I nearly fell after losing my balance over one of the wheeled legs of the swivel chair I sit on here at my bedside computer. If I did not have the chair itself to release myself and fall desperately into in a seated posture, I have no idea what the result to my knee would have been. As was, there was enormous strain around the puffy lower quadriceps muscles and where they attach to my knee. Fortunately, I barely escaped reaching the level of pain. But that was only because I had the chair seat to safely fall into butt first.

Desiring a beer and something to deflect my interest away from its vile trend, I tuned in Too Close to Home ─ episode two ("Alabama") of season one. The premiere episode was so soap-operish that I knew better than to attempt to inflict further episodes upon my brother, so I thereafter reserved the series to myself.

But this episode was considerably better. There is still overacting, but there is also some quality work as well.

I watched the episode at this TVids.net link, but it was not my first hope. The other two failed.

Early into it I heard the raised voices downstairs indicating that my drunken brother had arrived home, and Bev was well into her white wine.

It appears that exactly like yesterday, my midday meal is going to be the sole meal of today ─ two consecutive days with just one meal, and my only 'snacks' being coffees with the works and cans of beer.

I feel inclined to watch one further show, for it is only 8:36 p.m. as I type these words, and thus too early for bed. so ... back shortly.

★★★

My second show (with another beer) was Doom Patrol ─ the premiere episode ("Pilot") of season one. Darned if it wasn't good from pretty much the get-go! Even my brother would have probably enjoyed it, so maybe I will give him a shot at watching it on his own to determine if he would like to become involved with the series ─ without any commercials, this episode was nigh an hour.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link. Excellent!

I've been vulnerable to gorgeous actress April Bowlby ever since her semi-regular status on Two and a Half Men. She's more reasonable now ─ i.e., not as mouth-droppingly 'hot' as she was back in that sitcom, but it's still good to see her again.

At present my brother is unconscious downstairs, so I am going to seek to brush my teeth and get to bed ere he revives. Bev must already have had enough wine ─ he's alone.

... And he revived.

So I set him up with the Doom Patrol episode (Bev had gone to bed). He is presently watching it at 10:42 p.m., so maybe I will babysit him through it.

It is likely going to be a late night after all, although I may cut it short after one further show and a third beer.

Enough blogging for today.

The Fixed Point

Sonofagun! I finished my early afternoon nap towards 3:30 p.m. to discover that my younger brother was home to stay for the second consecutive day, for he was already into his first beer.

So will the day turn out differently than yesterday, though? That is, will he be content to sit and watch the banal tripe that Bev will keep tuned in, or will he finally get his fill and invite me downstairs to put our Android TV Box to work so that we can watch episodes of some of our shows for a change ─ we last did so the evening of Thursday, March 13.

He had best not wait overlong. I will give him until 8 p.m. before I soon begin watching something here on my bedside computer while having a beer, and then getting to bed soon enough thereafter. I am not her replacement ─ I am never going to sit up in an effort to replace her because she has finally drunk enough white wine and has had to retire to their bedroom for the night.

Enough of 'the sour grapes'. I'm feeling somewhat disappointed for other reasons.

It came to pass that for at least a fourth consecutive night, my cellphone alarm proved unnecessary. Being awake, on a whim I checked the time and saw that it was something like 2:50 a.m., so I rose then.

I had thought that I might walk my damaged right knee over to the elementary school playground three or so blocks hence so that I could dare some pull-ups and chin-ups. Unfortunately, I posted an image to my Facebook account, and was then notified by Facebook that they had "added a notice" to my post because information in it was partly false, and they were endeavouring to stop the spread of false news.

Their "notice" they had added blocked out my image as if it was being hidden due to being unfit for any but consenting adults, and of course they had some old article from April 2022 that supposedly refuted the image's claim that it was not the vaccinated who were dying in excessive numbers.

So I took the time to do my own refutation of their lying old article, and added a Yandex search that I had made revealing article after article validating that the vaccinated are the ones dying in hugely excessive numbers. I put that response in a comment just beneath my post, because of course it is useless to try and discourse with anyone at Facebook.

Anyway, I wasted so much time that it was around 4 a.m. before I was ready to go anywhere, and I felt that it had become too late for the walk to the school ─ I was risking being abroad when the earliest bus commuters would be out.

So I chose just to follow my usual six-block route. It had rained earlier, so things were quite wet still.

What I was also to find to be discouraging was that my knee seemed to be stiffer and more inflexible and weak than it had been during my walk around 24 hours earlier.

I don't have the bloody time for apparent relapses like this. I was also to realize that even though I can elevate my leg unassisted anytime I wish to raise it onto something like my bed or the chesterfield downstairs, the lower weakened quadriceps muscles do begin to burn around my knee if I sustain the elevation or attempt an even higher raise.

Do I have tears in my quadriceps muscles? I have no certain and easy way of knowing. I have just checked the supposed Surrey Memorial Hospital wait times, and they are currently three hours and 50 minutes ─ no doubt after however long it first takes to get checked in. When I went to the hospital the day of my March 1st accident, the lineup to check in was such that it took over an hour for my turn.

I cannot go through this nonsense again.

Anyway, at least my five-foot walking stick and I had our walk; and I think that it was approaching 6 a.m. before I got back to bed, but I honestly cannot say that with assurance.

When later I checked the time shortly after 8 a.m. and rose, my younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V. As ever though, I waited until after 9 a.m. before I also went downstairs to boil water for my day's first mug of instant coffee and then to join him.

At his quick invitation to me to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with two of the most recent short videos from YouTube's AnitaK channel ─ both had been uploaded yesterday:

⭕ Mike Meyers and Carney get my elbows out of joint! (9:56)

Clip from my Livestream with Shadoe Davis.

Full video here:
https://www.youtube.com/live/DLxSP4XM...

⭕ Why is Maxime Bernier carving up Pierre on US podcasts? (8:16)

Both videos were segments from that longer video that exceeded 1½ hours. Why the Hell didn't it show up in Anita's "Video" list? It can only be found under the "Live" uploads, even though it is clearly a video. I had no idea of this, and would have tuned it in instead had I known that it existed.

Next I tuned in two videos from YouTube's Redacted channel ─ the first video was from yesterday, the second from earlier today:

⭕ "We helped Osama Bin Laden escape to Iran, and we knew 9/11 was coming" Congressman Curt Weldon (54:55)

Did the government assist Osama bin Laden after 9/11, taking him out of Afghanistan and hiding him in Iran?

⭕ Trump just SHOCKED the world and China is in real trouble | Redacted with Clayton Morris (13:38)

Trump just declared economic war on China. President Trump is officially invoking wartime powers to undo the decades of economic sabotage inflicted by the Clinton-Biden globalist machine. He's declaring war on the resource collapse in the United States -- the total gutting of American industry, the outsourcing of our critical minerals, and the handover of our energy security to the Chinese Communist Party.

After that I tuned in a long ─ at least 1½ hours ─ documentary, but my brother wanted to postpone the remainder after we had watched maybe the first third, so I will report on it when we have completed viewing it.

He then got his bed rest.

I wish that I had thought to ask him to buy me a couple litre cartons of whipping cream when he next went grocery shopping, for he was to take Bev out and do some grocery shopping, as well as replenishing their preferred alcoholic beverages. Now I am going to have to pillage his feeble coffee creamer at 10% butter fat as opposed to the extremely rich taste of liquid whipping cream.

We've had a somewhat wet day just as yesterday, so possibly that is again behind why he remained home instead of going off to social drink.

My wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom this morning around 9:45 a.m. to begin readying with a shower and so forth, and was on her rather long drive by 10:10 a.m.

At this moment it is 5:25 p.m., so I am going to take a break from his post, and will report later whether I get that early evening invitation from my brother to put our Android TV Box to work.

★★★

I chose to watch something an hour earlier than planned because I just can't bear expending the drearily slow passage of time ... and I wanted to feel some alcohol.

So around 7:20 p.m. I tuned in Superman & Lois ─ episode eight ("Holding the Wrench") of season one. I gotta admit, it was good, and I was affected emotionally a few times!

My source was flawless at this LuluVDO.com link.

It is approaching 8:30 p.m., and my brother is apparently engrossed in one of Bev's favourite shows ─ whatever that game show is that's hosted by that buffoon Steve Harvey.

I'm going to watch one further show and have another beer ─ back shortly.

★★★

And now I have watched DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode 10 ("The Fixed Point") of final season seven. And now at 9:18 p.m., my brother has just invited me to come downstairs and join him, so I asserted, "You've got to make it obvious!"

In other words, it is not for me to come downstairs and be expected to overrule Bev and start watching what I want. He's got to be up front and totally forward with her first.

The episode I watched was good, and I enjoyed the second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), although not quite as much as the first. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Well, crap. I have just discerned that Bev is shut up in their bedroom watching T.V. there. Consequently, I reckon I am going to go downstairs and finally watch a show or two shared in common with my dense brother.

And drink more unneeded beer.

It is 9:29 p.m. Enough for today.

Abraham Lincoln (1930 Movie)

My younger brother is still home and in his housecoat and bare feet as I type these words at 3:37 p.m., so I am almost certain that he is going nowhere this rather wet day. In other words, I just may be sitting up late tonight operating our Android TV Box, for he is surely going to get his fill of Bev's T.V. choices.

It's about time. It was the 13th that he and I last watched any of our shows late into the night, allowing me to enjoy a few cans of beer instead of the solitary beer that I indulge in when I watch something here on my bedside computer before getting to bed.

When I went to bed in the latter evening last night, I again had a wretched time finding sleep, nor could I easily return there each time I found myself awake.

My cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m., but after being awake some while, I finally checked the time at 3:20 a.m. and rose then.

The intention was exercising my damaged right knee and my torso by walking the three blocks or so over to the nearby elementary school so that I could tackle some pull-ups and chin-ups ─ my concern is that I have grown too weak after better than three weeks without any exercise whatsoever of my upper body.

But it was not to be ─ it was raining steadily outside. The equipment would be drenched, affording me no useful gripping hope. In fact, the rain was such that in taking my usual six-block walk, I chose not to take my Titan baton flashlight stun gun in the tote bag I shelter it in. Instead, I tucked it beneath my heavy bomber-style jacket with its handle poking through into my left Wrangler jeans pocket.

Of course I did take my five-foot walking stick. This time, though, I attempted to do as much walking as possible without contacting the stick meaningfully to the sidewalk.

I really need to start trying to do some assisted partial squats here at home to build my lower quadriceps muscles back up, for they have clearly diminished in size and lost their capacity to sustain my weight on a bended knee.

For a second consecutive night, my wife remained away.

I forget just when I got back to bed ─ whether it was yet 6 a.m. No matter, my sleep was still very poor.

I could have risen well before 8 a.m., but why? Even when I did get up shortly after 8 a.m., it was quickly apparent that I was ill slept, so I returned to bed for a while. Maybe until around 8:30 a.m.

At 9 a.m. I finally went downstairs to boild water for my day's first mug of instant coffee, and I was soon entertaining myself with the T.V. and the Android TV Box. One such video was 14 minutes (14:25) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Northern Perspective channel: Mark Carney KICKS OUT Chandra Arya and STEALS HIS RIDING Right Before Election Call!

My brother emerged from his bedroom towards 9:45 a.m. when I was most of the way through a second video concerning being smart in Thailand, but I cancelled out of it despite its interest to me because time was short and I wanted to get through some other material.

First I tuned in a 1½-hour video published March 21 to BitChute's ManInAmerica channel: Scientists Find MASSIVE 2KM Structure Under Pyramids—Our History is a LIE!

Join me for an important discussion with Jeff Adam.

Next I tuned in our final video ─ the last half or so of an old black & white movie that we had postponed finishing two or three mornings ago. At a little under 1½ hours (1:24:39), tt had been published July 12 to Rumble's Classic Movies channel: Abraham Lincoln (1930) | Directed by D.W. Griffith - Full Movie.

Wikipedia claims that the movie is supposedly 94 minutes (1:34:00): Abraham Lincoln (1930); so how the discrepancy if BitChute has the "full movie" and it is nigh 10 minutes shorter than what Wikipedia claims?

If anything was missing, I couldn't tell.

It was quaintly enjoyable with its obvious overacting, and is definitely of some historical value as a piece of film art, I suppose.

I was trying to find a source for actress Una Merkel's 1924 movie The Fourth Horseman, but I cannot find anything. I cannot even find the claim that no copy of the movie exists ─ I would like to watch her body of early work.

At the movie's conclusion, my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest. I gathered together leftovers of my wife's cooking as my day's first meal, and brought it here to my bedroom's bedside computer. Anon, Bev quietly emerged from their bedroom and came downstairs to turn the T.V. back on early into the latter noon hour, and it shall remain on until some point into the a.m. ─ I rather hope with my brother and I in control, having been watching our shows since quite early in the evening.

I have to admit a little surprise when I had my early afternoon nap, rising several minutes after 3 p.m. to discover that he was still home and no further dressed than he had been in the morning. He won't be swilling beer as abandonedly as he does when he is out social drinking, so I am expecting his invitation to take control of the T.V. to come before too awfully long.

But this is a bath day, so right now at 4:55 p.m. I am going to tend to that lengthy chore, and will update the day a little later.

★★★

Wow! My wife showed up at 7 p.m. just as I was nearly finished my supper. It was a scrounged-up sorry meal, but at least I know that I will be eating better when I have my next meal midday tomorrow.

By the way, when I was bringing that sorry supper up to my bedroom, I unthinkingly took the first step of the stairs with my bad leg. To my delight, although the quadriceps were demonstrably weak, I actually managed the single step.

Nevertheless, that was not the time for experimentation. Maybe I am a little more able than I believed.

Anyway, as yet no indication from my relatively sober brother that he wants me to spend the evening bringing up episodes of some of the series we follow, but I will give it till 8 p.m. before I research what series I will be watching here in my bedroom, locating a source for the episode.

So I will be reporting back on this in a short time.

★★★

Well, my alcoholically brain-damaged brother was content to let 8 p.m. arrive and pass, so I shut myself into my bedroom and tuned in The Flash ─ episode 10 ("Reckless") of season eight. It was pretty good, although my first source at this TVids.net link crapped out over halfway through, so I resorted to this uFLIX.to link. It did stall three or four times at uFLIX, though, but at least it started playing again on its own after a short pause.

It is presently 9:31 p.m., so I am going to ready and get to bed early. The countdown is coming, brother ─ do this to me just three more nights, and I will have washed my hands of you for good. You will not know the outcomes of any of the many shows we have been watching together.

Meet Your Maker

Lord, I have such trouble getting to sleep in the evenings, and thereafter sleeping for any length of time.

Just as the night before, I found myself awake and curious enough last night that I was to check the time and discover that it was around 2:57 a.m. and I was not going to need to be roused by my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm.

As for my walk to challenge my damaged right knee, even though it was very lightly raining outside and it was nigh 3:45 a.m. before I was underway, I had my longest walk yet ─ I doubled my usual distance of at least the previous week and walked all the way to the Coast Capital Savings headquarters so that I could finally deposit the small ($112 and change) cheque my younger brother had given me early this month.

The 1½-mile round trip even saw me cut through the elementary school property about three blocks from here where I would formerly go to get some exercise with pull-ups and chin-ups. Had it not been raining and keeping everything wet, I believe that I might have dared to see how much strength I have lost since my accident on March 1st. My upper arms are looking decidedly stringier now that muscle is wasting away.

But I did the full darned walk, although I was initially disillusioned at coming into view of the credit union that there was a lit-up Brinks truck parked by the ATM I wanted to use, and some movement in its vicinity. When it was still there by the time I had gotten across King George Boulevard (and requiring ALL of the 30 seconds allotted for a pedestrian to cross at a green light), I felt myself with no option but to go around the building to a second ATM virtually kitty-corner to the first. I just do not like using that alternate ATM because the area tends to be a hangout for street people and such, but the light rain was working in my favour and deterring anyone from choosing to be idly exposed to the wet.

However, I had no sooner gotten out my wallet and deposit envelope and so forth when I was aware of someone approaching and practically upon me who had come from the direction of the highway.

It turned out to be two of the Brinks guards ─ a locked security door for the ATM was immediately to the other side of me, and these guys were bound for it.

So I queried if I had time to complete my transaction, and was assured by a probable South Asian male that it was no problem as the pair unlocked the door and went inside.

My deposit envelope had gotten rather wet from the rain I had walked in, but the ATM accepted it without issue.

I had just finished my transaction when the door opened again and the same guard peeked out and asked if I needed further time, so I assured him that all was completed, and I gave him my sincere thanks.

And then the ¾-mile walk back home. I rather slowed down well into it, but that may have only been due to my objective having been accomplished and now there was no true rush.

I would have hated to have tried the walk without my five-foot walking stick. The prop truly does help give me confidence about my leg's stability.

When first I cut through the school property, the irregularity of the walking surface at that point made me aware that my knee cap (patella) might have its tracking affected by the trauma of the accident and the consequent swelling and inflammation, for it seemed to 'snag' a little.

Also, there was a fairly short downhill stretch of sidewalk due to a small hill as I approached King George ─ I found myself having to slow down and walk carefully as I proceeded down the slope. The quadriceps muscles to either side of my upper knee seem somewhat atrophied and stiffened ─ it is they, I am judging, that would fail if I attempted to bear my weight on a too-bent knee, and which keep threatening to buckle if I do not walk carefully.

The vastus medialis ─ the so-called tear-shaped muscle that stands out so starkly on a well-muscled leg ─ does not feel at all distinctive when I do my best to flex my thigh. Both it and the vastus lateralis to the outside of my lower thigh are what feel to be rather inflexible and so weakened that they cannot presently support me if I placed my weight on a bent knee.

I am tempted to see if I can do even a partial squat, seeking to keep most of my weight on my 'good' leg, but at this point I lack the confidence. I am not interested in potentially courting pain and maybe a setback to what healing seems thus far to have taken place.

It is a shame that I feel I need that walking stick, otherwise lacking essential stability when walking unaided. With the stick, I could hike to nearby No Frills early tomorrow ─ it's maybe four blocks away ─ and accomplish a little grocery shopping. But I do not have the social comfort to be entering a store with any such semi-weapon; and I am just too unstable on my feet without its support ─ especially if I was bearing groceries in a tote bag.

Anyway, after I was back from my trip to the ATM, it must have been close to 6:30 a.m. by the time I returned to bed. And then I heard my younger brother emerge from his bedroom and head on downstairs, apparently unable to sleep.

Despite my earlier activity and bad night's sleep, I still had an abominable time of it getting further sleep. A couple of times I realized that I had a fragment of dream in my awareness, so I surely must have dropped off for a brief time.

Just after 8 a.m. I rose with the intention of maybe joining my brother, for he had earlier turned on the T.V. But when I opened my bedroom door, I saw that he had bedded down on the chesterfield and the T.V. was off.

So I climbed back into bed and remained there until possibly a little past 9 a.m. Upon opening my bedroom door, I was just in time to coincide with my wife exiting her bedroom to use the bathroom, so we exchanged quiet good mornings. My brother was still lying of the chesterfield and covered up with a comforter.

Soon enough as I passed some time in my bedroom at this bedside computer, I heard the T.V. again, and realized that my brother was again up. By this time it was around 9:30 a.m., and I was keen on my day's first big mug of hot instant coffee, so downstairs I went.

Upon fixing up that beverage and then joining my brother, he had already seen enough of the repetitive news stories, so he invited me to put our Android TV Box into play, but let me know that he had a noon rendezvous with one of his drinking buddies and would be heading off for a bus soon after 11 a.m. after taking the time to get ready for that venture.

I first tuned in a 28-minute (28:13) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The Pleb 🇨🇦 Reporter channel: Canada's NEW Liberal Prime Minister EMBARRASSED by construction workers.

Next I tuned in the last half or so of an engrossing documentary we had to break from yesterday morning. At nearly 48 minutes, it had been uploaded October 6, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Did My Daughter-In-Law Kill My Son?

Gripping true crime documentary about a woman fighting to prove her daughter-in-law was responsible for her son's death.

DailyMail.co.uk has a good article about the case that they last updated Setpember 12, 2006: A mother's revenge for the murder of her son.

And according to a piece at Worklizard.com that was updated July 15, 2023, Evelyn was still serving her 40-year sentence.

My brother headed on upstairs after the documentary to begin readying. After a little time, I decided to play one further video for my own interest. Uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel, it was 42½ minutes: Mark Carney’s DISASTROUS trip to Edmonton.

On today's episode of The Candice Malcolm Show, Candice is joined by Canadian YouTuber Martin Bélanger, better known as “MartyUpNorth,” to discuss Mark Carney's latest trip to Edmonton.

Also, Candice explains why she thinks Pierre Poilievre will win the next election.

My wife emerged from her bedroom very soon after my brother left.

Midday she apparently left to likely do some grocery shopping, by which time Bev was downstairs watching T.V. because I had turned it off somewhat earlier and retreated here to my bedroom.

My wife was quite busy in the kitchen. I rather petered out and again resorted to my bed, but I left my bedroom door ajar in case my wife cared to communicate with me abut anything. I'm unsure if I actually napped at all.

She was scheduled to work in the latter afternoon, so I suppose that it was around or soon past 3 p.m. that she left us on her rather long drive.

And that basically catches me up thus far in the day at 5:27 p.m.

If my brother returns home very early in the evening, maybe the eight-evening drought for the two of us watching any of our evening shows will have come to an end. But if he comes home blitzed and / or late, then I reckon I will be having yet another relatively early evening.

But for now, I am going to take a break and report back into the evening with an update.

★★★

My brother returned well past 8 p.m. ─ maybe even around 8:30 p.m. And he was plastered.

I chose to watch a show here at my bedside computer ─ Batwoman. Specifically, it was episode nine ("Meet Your Maker") of final season three. That Bridget Regan as Poison Ivy is overwhelmingly beautiful and bloody hot!

It certainly was an interesting episode, and I had a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) to better enjoy it with. If interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link. But as I have said before, I doubt that the website will survive.

I'm sure my brother was passed out when I initially looked downstairs. No matter ─ I have no intention of wasting my time trying to watch anything with him downstairs even if Bev had gone to bed. Their drunken gravelly-voiced dialogue exchanges are beyond my forbearance, so he alone would be irrepressible with his need to expound upon every little detail in a show that inspired a thought.

It is 10:08 p.m., so I am just going to wrap things up here at my computer and get to bed. I cannot yet risk walking in the early daytime to do any shopping, so I think that I will set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. and walk over to the elementary school playground about three blocks away and see if I can do any pull-ups at all anymore.