This morning I discovered that my younger brother had already bought his weak coffee cream ─ it was too late to enlist him to do some grocery shopping for me. Now I shall just have to help him use up his feeble product.
Despite getting to bed late last evening, I was not about to allow myself to miss two consecutive early a.m. walks to work my damaged right knee, so I set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. regardless.
Not only did I sleep as poorly as usual, but I was in a wakeful stretch when my alarm sounded.
I had my six-block walk, and have to declare that my knee is not improving where its weak support structure is concerned. The atrophied lower quadriceps (or whatever condition it is that is plaguing me) constantly threaten to suddenly spasm ─ or so is the sensation. I keep withholding use of the five-foot walking stick I bring along, hoping that by not using it I will better work and therapy the entire structure of the damaged knee, but nothing feels any different in walking than it did a week ago.
The instability is most concerning, as is the impediment now present for any distance walking. I have become marginalized and without any sense of having quality of life.
Anyway, my wife had not come home, I was to see.
It may have been a bit past 5:30 a.m. before I was back to bed, and I continued to sleep inefficiently, rising around 8:15 - 8:20 a.m., by which time my brother was downstairs watching T.V. As usual, I waited until just after 9 a.m. before also going downstairs.
I was to learn that his non-functioning cellphone that he took to have checked out yesterday all related to the fact that his carrier (Chatr) froze his account that day because he had unknowingly exceeded his data allotment when he had phoned his daughter earlier this week and talked to her for maybe 15 minutes ─ she is resident in Washington State, and his cellphone plan does not include free U.S. calls.
If I correctly understood him, he was to have paid for this additional cellphone use no later than a day or two later; and when he did not, without any warning they cancelled his cellphone use.
I am going to have to show him a website or two making comparisons of the best reasonably-priced cellphone plans available here in B.C., for I need to ditch my Rogers plan for one that is nowhere near as gouging.
Anyway, upon being invited to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with a 47-minute (47:05) video published yesterday to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" with Donald Best re: the Helen Grus case.
Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) delves deep into what appears to a gross miscarriage of justice with expert commentator Detective Donald Best (Ret'd). How else to describe the "discreditable conduct" guilty verdict handed down to Ottawa Police Service detective Helen Grus? All for daring to exercise her police discretion to investigate a cluster of nine infant deaths on the heels of the rollout of mRNA vaccines. Has Canada ceased to be a "rule of law" country? Is there no justice for little ones when the veracity of preferred narratives is at stake? Is Canadian policing corrupted at the highest levels?
Then it was a 12-minute (12:50) video published yesterday to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: Did Europeans Enslave Native Americans?
Dec. 18, 2020
PBS Origins
Here in the United States, when we think about the term "slavery" we think about the transatlantic slave trade and the institution of chattel slavery.
But this wasn't the only type of enslavement that took place in the Americas and the Caribbean. Today Danielle [Bainbridge] looks at the complicated history surrounding the European enslavement of Indigenous peoples.
We got well into two other videos on as many different channels, but we both concurred on abandoning them for want of interest.
Fortunately the next video we watched was short (10:22) and was over before we realized it, for I found myself in full disagreement with it. It had been uploaded February 7, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Christianity in America: A Christian Nation? Influence of Secret Societies.
I disagree so very much that I refuse to add its description.
The last video we got into was a documentary, but my brother wanted to suspend it after 32 minutes with maybe 20 minutes remaining, so I will wait until we have finished watching it before identifying it.
As too often happens, his return to his bedroom was Bev's motivation to rise for the day and come downstairs to watch T.V. What I am especially annoyed by is that it is often then that I am hurriedly trying to gather together my day's first meal in our small kitchen, and I detest having her insinuate herself and just loiter while she waits for water to boil for her instant coffee.
I was so annoyed that I could barely return a civil exchange, and I then chose to abandon my meal preparations exactly where they were and I limped upstairs to my bedroom until I finally heard her turn on the T.V.
I returned to the kitchen to finish, then brought my meal up here to my bedside computer where I will spend most of this day, as do I spend most of all of my days now that Bev lives here watching T.V. all day long until she goes to bed at night.
Anon I was to hear my brother stirring in their bedroom, just as I heard my wife unexpectedly come into the house. It was likely late into the noon hour, or even around 1 p.m.
She soon got busy cooking, and my brother emerged from the bedroom and went downstairs to where Bev was watching T.V.
Before too long, the T.V. was turned off ─ I did not realize it, but apparently she had some reason to go somewhere. It is even quite possible that my brother was taking her to do a little grocery shopping, but I can only guess.
It must have been around 1:30 p.m. that I finally sought my needed nap, and I did so without alerting my wife, whom I suspected was scheduled to work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
Although I rose again around 2:30 p.m., I was to realize that my wife had already gone. She normally doesn't need to leave until shortly after 3 p.m. when she is scheduled to work in the latter afternoon.
All of this non-communication makes me feel excluded and isolated. It would not be quite so bad if only I was not so bloody π»ππΈππΎπβ invalid and could actually leave home and go somewhere instead of being sentenced to my bedroom all the damned day long!
It is corrupting of morale.
My brother was also gone, of course, having left on foot to catch a bus so that he could go off and engage his essential daily social drinking, leaving Bev here in full possession of the living room and the T.V. for the rest of the day.
I need to break from this post at 4:57 p.m. because I am losing control.
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Early this evening after my sorry session of partial squats and one other attempt to rehabilitate my bad knee, I somewhat resurrected my old resonance with religion as embodied by the original Worldwide Church of God (Radio Church of God when first I 'discovered' it as a 12-year-old around 1962).
I do not have time to discuss this now, but my curiosity was spiked this evening by realizing that not only is the weekly Sabbath commencing this evening at sunset or dark (I'm unsure of the precise timeline), but so is the annual Passover. That event evolves into a week-long observance, and there may even be another week's extension to June 1st.
It requires considerable research I am in no position to undertake on such short notice, nor do I have the inclination under my present limitations in life.
So shouldering all of this aside, and trusting that there is still time for me to change my life's trajectory if things do physically and economically improve for me, ere dark after I had a light supper, and with my brother still not home just after 8 p.m., I located a source for Superman & Lois ─ episode nine ("Loyal Subjekts") of season one.
It was darned interesting, and even affected me emotionally at least once. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.
I drank one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the show. And at the episode's conclusion, I peeked forth from my bedroom to the living room downstairs where Bev was seated watching T.V.
She still seemed to be alone at possibly 8:50 p.m. at latest, although the light at the dining table area ─ not in view from upstairs ─ was on.
So I opted for another show. This time, DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode 11 ("Rage Against the Machines") of season seven. It's been several episodes since I enjoyed one as much as this! It affected me emotionally at least a couple of times ─ I love this cast!
My source for this episode was this Supernova.to link. And I limited myself to one further can of Cariboo Malt.
And unless I miss my guess, my brother has finally arrived home at 9:58 p.m. He and Bev can enjoy one another.
I was about to use the toilet before taking to my bed, but I found my infernal youngest stepson shut up in the bloody facilities. He had been so earlier this evening when I wanted to use it prior to my knee exercising. It can take him as much as a half hour just to have a bowel movement ... unless he involves himself in any other activity. It's all so damned irritating because he has a toilet down in his den area, but neither he nor his older brother (when he lived here) would ever choose to crap there ─ it was as if they did not wish to live with the consequences of their own foul passages, and thus chose to curse me with their stench here upstairs just a few feet removed from the receptacle of their depositions.
Or maybe they have delighted in confounding me all of these past years just by occupying the bathroom for very extended periods at any potential hour of the day or night ─ a concerted vexation!
Enough ─ I will see if I can obtain some sleep without final toilet relief. I do not tend to sleep long, so maybe there will be no interfering discomfort.
And so an end to this post at 10:17 p.m.
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