Double Black

After getting to bed reasonably early last evening, I was to anon hear my wife arrive home.

She evidently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so I hope that she got her proper sleep overnight. She emerged from her bedroom around 9:20 a.m. as usual to shower, and was away on her rather long drive by 10:15 a.m. at latest.

She and I had no discussion, apart from the common exchange of good mornings when she first came downstairs to where my younger brother and I were watching T.V., and then his and my responses to her quick "Bye" as she rushed for the front door to head out to her car.

When I retired last night, I set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. to get me up to ready for a six-block walk to work my damaged right knee. When I left on that venture, all was wet from recent rains.

My walk was uneventful, although the convenience store I had to pass during my walk route had four 'night people' hanging about outside of it, at least one of them clearly junked out on some drug. And one of the others seemed to find me of sufficient interest that I held his attention as I passed along the way, giving me a wee bit of concern that I might have him and maybe even one or more of the others trail along after me.

But that didn't happen.

Although I tend to feel in good enough walking form while barefoot here in the house, outside in footwear the story is different. I am wretchedly unstable, my knee's supporting structures so very feeble if my leg is not locked out straight.

After I was back home, I got around to forcing my right leg to try and bear my weight in ascending a couple or so steps of the stairway to the upstairs, but I dare not make any such attempt without ensuring that I had some security of support by maybe placing a hand on the wall. As well, I can only manage one or two steps without thereafter sort of hopping my weight up onto the step; but after maybe two of those, I am toast. My atrophied lowered quadriceps muscles feel depleted of any ability to work further.

I would try doing this throughout the day, but I cannot. Bev sits on the chesterfield all bloody day long watching T.V., and a mere dozen or so feet away from the bottom of the stairway. I have no privacy to exercise my knee on the stairs, and I absolutely refuse to be anyone's object of entertainment!

So my knee does not get the exercise I am sure it is direly in need of and would benefit from.

It is aggravating. I don't even like going downstairs at all due to her omnipresence in the living room, so I only do so when I seek a meal or coffee. I am pretty much a recluse of the upstairs, and primarily my bedroom where I keep my bedside computer.

I wish she had done more to care for her own self and was not such a voluntary invalid of age 59 who refuses to even try to have a walk outside.

"It's too hard."

I've got to get off this topic ─ it is too upsetting.

I'm unsure when I returned to bed this morning, but it was before 6 a.m.; I tend to have a lot of trouble sleeping. It's enjoyable enough being in bed, though, that even when I suspected my younger brother to have risen and to be watching T.V. downstairs, I likely didn't rise until around 8:15 a.m.

As usual, I waited until after 9 a.m. before going downstairs for my day's first mug of instant coffee and to join him.

Upon putting our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 27-minute (27:29) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: On the move with The Pleb at Pierre in Penticton! 

A fun and lively impromptu meeting with very popular podcaster The Pleb at the Pierre Poilievre rally in Pentiction. Too fun!!

And then it was a near-hour video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: SOS! Province In Canada Has Fallen! Cancellation Of Constitution/Charter/ Human Rights By The State!

Regular Mainstream Lawyers Are Freaking Out... Even The Un-Awake Ones!! New NDP Written Laws Show BC, Canada Has Fallen To Fascism & Totalitarianism And Complete Subservience To The State!! This is not a joke. Please watch and understand!

Some links as promised:
cccalliance.ca and https://rumble.com/v6rewnu-ccca-roundtable-legislating-totalitarianism-aggressive-attack-upon-rule-of-.html

We finished up with just under half of what remained of the 2018 movie that we had to postpone from yesterday: Black Panther.

The movie was better than I quite expected, although our source had what were likely Indonesian subtitles. If there were ever English subtitles explaining what was said whenever the Wakandan language was being spoken, they were absent from our video.

At the very end of the movie ─ after all of the credits ─ the Black Panther's young sister is shown in a village setting where a long-haired young White man emerges from a hut, having been nursed back to health from some unknown issue.

I had no idea who the guy was supposed to be, so I had to refer to the Wikipedia article on the movie to find out who his movie identity was. That revelation was something of a surprise, and completely unrelated to anything I ever knew from the Marvel comics that I used to love in the late 1960s and on into the 1970s.

I can't say that I appreciate these many re-imaginings of original comic book lore.

Anyway, I no longer know what my download source of the movie was, but there are plenty of online sources to just watch it. Provided that this Yandex search link remains valid, it should give you a good idea of the movie's availability online.

I am going to take a break from this post now at 7:39 p.m. My brother returned from his nigh daily social drinking outing just before 6:50 p.m., so I have no idea yet if I will be sitting up late watching shows with him, or just getting to bed reasonably early again.

★★★

First, I want to mention that I did work on my bad right knee for a bit this latter afternoon. I even got myself lying down on my back on a Reebok exercise mat, but leg-raises are some ways off. Although I can lift my right leg, it droops the lower leg from the knee by an inch or even two.

And the involved weakened lower quadriceps muscles have a building burn to them that I feel is a warning that there might be something quite amiss ─ maybe muscle tears, if not even some tendon damage.

We shall see how I progress over this week.

Anyway, this evening I watched a show here on my bedside computer ─ Black Lightning. I found the episode to be especially involving because for a change it did not involve the title character nor his wife, and took place in some distant vacation getaway.

Specifically, I watched episode seven ("Painkiller") of season four. If the whole Black Lightning concept wasn't so damned hoaky, I could see "Painkiller" working out as a really good series all on its own.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link, and it was excellent.

My brother sounded darned drunk earlier in his exchanges with Bev; and although my bedroom door is pulled closed, they still seem to be blathering drunkenly together.

And I have just braved a visit to the toilet for some final relief ere getting to bed very soon. The pair do seem deep into the show they are watching. It is undoubtedly their mutual commentary that is keeping him conscious ─ he does not have that free and spontaneous sort of interchange with me. I want to watch the damned shows we have on ─ not talk about them throughout.

I wish that I could freely walk again, and be done with this confinement.