Escape Plan

I never bothered myself by setting my cellphone alarm when I retired last night. Once overnight I rose to use the toilet, but I had no desire whatsoever to look at the time nor remain up if it was anywhere around my usual time for an outing to exercise my damaged right leg.

Morning commenced well before 7 a.m. Very soon after I was up, I heard someone unlocking the front door, and assumed that it was my youngest stepson arriving home after being out late. But it proved to be my wayward wife, come home to finally get some sleep.

Then by 8 a.m. at very latest ─ probably earlier ─ it was raining. It essentially rained at least into the noon hour, if not the early afternoon; and twice it absolutely poured torrentially. 

I wanted to have a token backyard tool shed exercise session before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom, but a little past 8 a.m. as I was noticing that time was passing and I should get out there, I heard him stirring and that was my impetus.

Without adequate time to have been able to be moving about and generally limbering up by doing other things beforehand instead of just sitting here at my bedside computer, this was likely why I was unable to match my last several sessions at the elementary school playground fairly nearby.

As always, with a 30-count between sets, I performed a pair of sets each of pull-ups, chin-ups, and pull-ups between two bars: 2-1-2-1-1-1. But I held the hang after that final pull-up for a 70-count.

Then I forced my bad right knee into 20 assisted full flat-footed squats and five unassisted squats, holding the full last squat for a 60-count before the wretchedly uncomfortable rise.

My brother was watching T.V. when I came back into the house.

Just ahead of 9 a.m. we were to watch some T.V. together when he offered to me to start operation of our Android TV Box. My choice was a two-hour (2:05:31) video streamed two days ago to Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: Episode 426: PESTICIDES, PILLS AND POLITICS.

Moms Across America founder Zen Honeycutt on the growing pesticide crisis—and how the MAHA movement plans to take action; Jefferey Jaxen details the MAHA Commission’s 100-day report, the exploitation of autistic children within the medical system, and a must-see update on the WHO’s looming Pandemic Treaty; Dr. Adam Urato shares alarming new findings on SSRI antidepressants and how prenatal exposure may be harming fetal brain development.

Don’t miss this critical episode.

Maybe a half hour into it, my wife emerged from her bedroom and came downstairs to make herself a hot beverage. Earlier when I was at my computer, I had seen in her E-mail that she seemed to have a dental appointment today. Apparently it was later this morning, poor gal. Not only that, she was to have to go directly to work afterwards with a full day in store at the Thai restaurant where she is employed.

She left here around 10 a.m.

At 10:31 a.m. she phoned me. Initially she revealed something about the visit either costing her $80, or potentially costing $80, or maybe even she needing $80 for the treatment. Or maybe that unclear conversation was just a sham, and then she got at what she really wanted.

She claimed that there is a flight to Thailand she can take towards the end of July for $1,200 ─ she has not seen any price as low as this in recent months. She wants to go. And she wants to charge at least half of it on my (monstrously large-balanced) VISA credit card.

Here I am wondering if I am going to be able to get past July because of looming annual home insurance and then property taxes payments that her youngest son may be unable to help with due to his scanty employment, and meantime I pay $450 a month towards credit card debt that my wife shirked and left for me to cope with. I also have to pay a further $250 monthly just to keep covered various automated payments I am responsible for. Then there is the fortnightly mortgage. My brother contributes under $200 towards each of those, while my youngest stepson may normally contribute $350 a month. This month there were three mortgage payments, so I think he helped out with either $500 or $550.

My next VISA bill will probably reveal that after maybe a half dozen (or more) years, I will have finally gotten the balance below $13,000. I seek to make monthly $500 payments, but I am lucky if the Net result is a reduction of the balance by $100. As often as not, the reduction is less.

And now my selfish wife wants to set me back by at least a half year if she wants $600. More likely, she wants to charge the entire debt on my card, and will give me promises about the half she that she is supposed to cover.

So I am majorly bummed. She offered that we would talk about it in person.

I love her, but no one can be more abusive and inconsiderate to me. She has become my retirement dream-crusher and nightmare-maker.

Enough, I must speak no more of this today.

My brother and I were to watch three further and obviously shorter videos.

First, a 26-minute (26:16) video uploaded February 12, 2020, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Enjoying the snow and making sausage.

Refer to the video description because it is long, containing a couple of detailed sausage recipes.

I followed up with a 7½-minute video published October 5, 2024, to YouTube's Ember channel: WILD waterfalls on a chilly morning.

I was so crazy to do this 🫣 but dang, was it beautiful!

Journey with me to the great natural waterfalls of Wyoming!

*update : a week later my ankle is still a bit swollen and stiff

We finished with a seven-minute (7:10) video published January 9, 2021, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The 1971 Bangladesh Genocide.

The genocide in Bangladesh began on 26 March 1971 with the launch of Operation Searchlight, as West Pakistan (now Pakistan) began a military crackdown on the Eastern wing (now Bangladesh) of the nation to suppress Bengali calls for self-determination. During the nine-month-long Bangladesh War for Liberation, members of the Pakistani military and supporting Islamist militias from Jamaat-e-Islami killed between 300,000 and 3,000,000 people.

Only thereafter did my brother return to his bedroom for further bed rest. I napped a while later, although I ate naught ─ my supper will be today's sole meal.

The overcast afternoon progressed until late in the afternoon there were considerable sunny breaks. But I must say that it was wonderful having all of that wet weather keeping the noisy large South Asian family and their bawling pre-school brood indoors and out of earshot. They have made the cul-de-sac their damned playground, and I wish the Hell that I was living far, far from here.

Time for a post break now. I have already had a mini-break to mostly exercise my bad leg in my wife's vacant bedroom. It is presently 5:54 p.m., and very soon I shall be watching a couple or so shows here on my bedside computer ─ heck, maybe even a Christmas movie. We'll see. And with beer, of course.

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I did watch a Christmas movie.

It wasn't quite what I was after, but it was still pleasant enough. The movie was 2018's Christmas by the Book. IMDb and a few other websites reporting on the movie claimed it as being 1½ hours in duration, but I located a half dozen or more sources for it, and all of the players ─ after I activated them ─ had the length at 1⅓ hours and change. In other words, almost 10 minutes shorter than the several descriptions claimed.

Regardless, I settled upon this uFlix.to link after another one I first tried got me well into the movie and then crapped out.

Lead actress Chelsea Kane is entirely unknown to me; and despite being decidedly scrawny, she was definitely cute enough, with enormous and expressive dark eyes. Alongside her, supporting actress Alanna LeVierge looked almost voluptuous.

As usual with Hallmark Christmas movies, nobody was truly 'bad', so Alanna's character proved to be very likeable after initially coming across as the bad girl.

I had my supper during the movie, so I was able to hold myself to one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My brother had not yet returned from wherever he had bused off to in the early afternoon to commence his daily social drinking, so I next tuned in The Rookie ─ series finale episode 10 ("Escape Plan") of season six. My flawless source was this Tvids.net link.

This one was exciting! And Bridget Regan is so damned hot, as always ─ villainess or not!

An Irish hitwoman was played by actress Lucy Walters ─ initially I wondered if it was Amy Acker.

Anyway, hard to believe that the season only had 10 episodes.

I kept myself to one additional beer.

At this moment it is 10:14 p.m., and my brother still does not seem to be home. Bev is watching T.V. in their bedroom, and the living room is dark with the T.V. off.I am not going to risk entanglement with him, nor do I wish contact with my wife, so I am going to quickly close down various browsers and tabs and get to bed.

Whoever Wants It Most

Since it had just crept past 11 p.m. last evening when I got to bed, I resignedly did not set my cellphone alarm to get me up at 3 a.m. for another outing to exercise my damaged right leg. I felt foolish for doing this to myself just because I wanted to drink a little more while watching some shows here on my bedside computer.

A point arrived in the night where the realization struck me that I was feeling peculiarly rested, so my curiosity had me check the time ─ it was something like 3:24 a.m.

Hell, that's not too late at all ─ I could still get out and have my outing over to the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away.

And so it was to happen.

However, even upon leaving the house, already the eastern sky was beginning to fade from dark to a very vague blue.

The playground equipment was perfectly dry; and with some sense of my upper body feeling a little overtrained from exercising so regularly, I nevertheless matched my new highs in pull-ups and chin-ups with the usual 30-count between sets.

Thus for two sets of pull-ups, three and then two repetitions; and it was the same with two sets of chin-ups. On the gymnastics-style rings, I am still having to settle upon a single pull-up in each set. I was to realize that what I wrote yesterday was wrong about there being a ridge along the top plastic encasing of each ring ─ there is no such irregularity. The reason holding a hang becomes so painful to my palms and makes the skin feel like it is soon going to tear is because ─ and only because ─ my palms are too damned soft.

So after the final rings' pull-up I returned to the jungle gym monkey bars and did a pull-up between two of the bars and then held the loose hang for a 60-count. It still hurt.

I finished up with five slow full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp before heading back for home. I dispensed with the squats designed to work my wretched knee ─ even the western sky was beginning to appear as if the vague blue was spreading there. I had to get out of the public.

Once home, I changed clothes, and then downstairs primarily in the living room I eked out 25 full flat-footed squats, the first of which is almost excruciating as I force damaged and possibly adhered tissues / muscle fibres to perform as they are expected to. The final five squats were entirely unassisted, and the 25th was even held for a 60-count before the nearly horrendous discomfort that slowly rising from it caused.

I was back to bed before 6 a.m., but sleep thereafter is always poor. Yet I never heard my younger brother emerge from his bedroom to go downstairs for instant coffee and T.V.

I probably rose for the morning somewhere in the neighbourhood of 8:15 a.m., but it may have been nearer 8:30 a.m. It wasn't too much after 9 a.m. when I joined my brother, but I had to sit and weather until the first commercial break Global's saccharine The Morning Show which he seems to need to always sample.

I very nearly returned to my bedroom ─ what mature man in his early 70s should give a damn about some viewer's 'make-over' by three so-called stylists, or a selection of viewers' 'doggie' photos? But this is apparently what his brain has become reduced to enjoying as must-watch weekday viewing ─ it frankly sickens me.

Upon finally getting invited to start our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 53-minute video streamed two days ago to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: Farmers Under Siege: Ostrich Farm Resists Mark Carney Liberal Tyranny | Stand on Guard.

Canada’s farmers are under siege, and the ostrich farm battle in Edgewood, BC, shows just how deep the crisis runs. Government overreach, outdated policies, and censorship are putting livelihoods, food security, and basic rights at risk. What’s happening to this farm isn’t just a local issue—it’s a political catastrophe that affects all Canadians.

Canadian Farmers Resist Mark Carney Federal Tyranny. Don't miss this interview with the spokeswoman for the Universal Ostrich Farm, Katie Pasitney. The Canadian Food Inspection Agency is forcing this family farm to eradicate all of their ostriches after a what might have been a brief emergence of avi2n fl*. Stand on Guard is exposing how the Government s smashing property rights.
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The Universal Ostrich Farm’s fight against forced culling is a wake-up call for the agricultural industry and every citizen. They’re resisting unjust policies, calling out the misuse of science, and exposing how government control threatens our freedoms. This isn’t about ostriches alone—it’s about your property, your rights, and the future of natural food sources in Canada.

Why is the government -- the Canadian Food Inspection Agency --  ignoring science and pushing these destructive policies? New regulations are causing confusion, with threats of jail time or hefty fines, and people are questioning the rationale behind these decisions. This raises concerns about food safety and government overreach in Canada. What happens when farmers are forced out of business? These are the questions we must ask as we stand with Katie Pasitney and those fighting for transparency and change.

Stay informed and help resist the silencing of independent voices. Share this video to spread awareness and ensure stories like these aren’t buried. Together, we can push back against censorship and fight for a better future.

I next attempted to play an episode of a T.V. series we follow, but I failed to find an acceptable stream in a reasonable amount of trying, so instead I tuned in a 22-minute video uploaded March 4, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Stuxnet | The Computer Virus That Caused World War 3.

STUXNET. The virus that prevented; then started the next world war. Cyberwar is being waged right now in your name. No matter what country you call home, your government is engaged in highly dangerous combat on the Internet. Infrastructure around the world is under siege and everyone is at risk. Even you.

In 2010, the Stuxnet virus was discovered in Natanz, Iran and thousands of control systems that operate factories, power plants and nuclear reactors around the world. It was 20 times more sophisticated than any malware ever recorded. It could halt oil pipelines, destroy water treatment plants and bring down entire power grids.

Stuxnet is back, stronger than ever.

And we should all be concerned.

Cyber-security experts knew Stuxnet wasn't ordinary malware thrown together by some basement hacker. This was something different.

Then at 11 a.m., my brother announced his return to his bedroom for some further rest because he was having to drive the two miles to the government liquor store to buy Bev another four-litre box of white wine, even though this was his day to catch a bus and go to Donegal's Pub to play pool and drink beer.

I said naught, even though I was intending to invite myself along to replenish my beer stock. That was my undoing.

I refrained from a nap, readying instead to accompany him once he was ready to go.

Well, when eventually he emerged from his bedroom he managed to slip past me and was down the stairs before I could accost him. I badly required a stroan before I could go anywhere, so I had no choice but to visit the toilet before joining him. As I was finishing, I heard him open the front door and he was gone.

With my bad right knee, there was no possible way of me getting down the stairs in time ─ not when each step requires me to plant both feet onto it before cautiously descending to the next step.

Fortunately, I probably have better than 20 cans of beer, so my need is not dire. My brother will likely need to replenish his own supply by Monday at very latest.

Incidentally, I found an online source for the T.V. show I had unsuccessfully attempted to tune in for my brother and I, but we probably won't be getting around to watching it for many weeks.

When at last I sought my nap, it was hardly refreshing, as can often be the case. Sometimes I feel worse following a poorly executed nap.

I was rather hoping that my absent wife would show up during my nap and bring some food as she often does, for the pickings are definitely on the slim side.

This is a bath day for me, so I am not begrudging that the day has had much more cloud than sunshine, making sunning out of the equation.

And here it is now at 4:22 p.m. that I am going to take a lengthy break from today's post. Eventually I will have bathed, supped on whatever, and even have watched a couple of shows here on my computer whilst enjoying some beers. That report will come next.

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Having eaten little today prior to my bath, I did not at all expect to be weighing in as much as 177 pounds. It must be that damned pouch on my lower belly that is ineradicable.

For entertainment this evening, I tried something different ─ a Norwegian T.V. series with English subtitles.

I checked it out some weeks ago, but quickly abandoned the pilot episode after a couple of minutes. I would rather be looking at the characters than reading dialogue at the base of the computer monitor.

But I got through the full premiere episode ("Den som vil det mest") of Heimebane (Home Ground), and I like what I see.

Lead actress Ane Dahl Torp is completely unknown to me, but she had a resemblance to someone else that took me a while to pin down. I felt that she looked quite a lot like Chicago P.D.'s Tracy Spiridakos (character Detective Hailey Upton Halstead), although Tracy is over 12 years younger that Ane.

My source for the show was this WLEXT.is link, and the episode played superbly. 

Note that my brother arrived home during this update. Also, I watched Heimebane without drinking a beer; and halfway through it, I fetched some supper and ate it while watching the second half.

My next entertainment choice very shortly after 8 p.m. was FBI: International ─ episode 12 ("Gift") of season three. Interesting and quite exciting, as usual.

And I drank one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My flawless source for the episode was this Tvids.net link.

I did not deem it wise to endeavour a third show ─ I have no desire for involvement with my brother. And so I dawdled away time, and now at 10:16 p.m. it is sufficiently late that I shall soon be into my bed.

Solitary Man Ka-Boom!

When did I get to bed last evening ─ was it maybe around 9:30 p.m. or soon after?

Whatever the case, my cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m., and it was another overheated night here in my bedroom despite me having pulled the heavy curtain away from my open window.

A point arrived in the night when I was awake enough to be curious on the time ─ it was something like 2:56 a.m.

So I rose.

I doubt it was quite 3:30 a.m. once I was outside and set to go on my planned short walk, immediately feeling isolated mist-like sensations of moisture that I do not deem worthy of identifying as rain.

I wanted to of course exercise at the elementary school playground maybe ⅜ of a mile hence; but other than that, it could rain as much as it cared to thereafter, if such was to happen. I hoped it would ─ it would spare me having to water my wife's front yard garden plants before I returned to bed.

Initially as I walked, I thought that maybe I could see the odd shiny reflection of the tiniest specks of rain on the pavement, but that was only initially. Betimes I could still feel the unseen falling sparse mist, but it did not appear to be sufficient to dampen the warm pavement.

However, one parked car beneath a street light betrayed speckles of moisture all over the windshield and hood. Yet when I got to the school, the equipment was dry.

I had some doubts that I would be able to match my high of two a.m.s ago when I was last at the playground, but I effectively did: in two sets of opening pull-ups, three and two repetitions; and the same with two sets of chin-ups. As well, on the gymnastics-style rings, one pull-up in both sets.

All with a 30-count between sets.

I held the hang at the final rings' pull-up for a 50-count, releasing only because the skin of my soft palms was starting to feel like it was going to tear open ─ a plastic sheathing that is coating the rings has a ridge along the upper surface, and this was starting to pose the problem for me.

I then forced my damaged right leg to participate in 25 full flat-footed squats, holding the final full squat for a 60-count before painfully rising. All five of the final squats were unassisted or free-form in that I did not use my hands to grasp anything to help me weather the definitely agonizing strain.

And I managed four slow full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp.

There seemed no evidence that it was putting any effort into raining.

Back home, it was not too very long before I could actually hear the rain on the carport roof outside my open bedroom window, and it seemed to grow rather steadily thereafter.

My timing had been just about perfect.

By the way, I had exercised without wearing my jacket, just as was the case early Tuesday; this time after getting home, I weighed myself fully clothed, but without the jacket, just to gain a sure idea of what poundage I had been working with: circa 183 pounds.

It was pretty close to 6 a.m. by the time I returned to bed. I was up again ahead of 8:30 a.m.

I found myself feeling most weird overall. It was as if my entire body was reacting to having been overtrained ─ it was almost as if I was evidencing the onset of some general illness such as a full-body fever might indicate.

For once I decided not to allow my brother his first 'kick at the can' to get possession of the T.V. Instead, around 8:40 - 8:45 a.m. I went downstairs to begin boiling water for my day's first mug of instant coffee with the works, and then before I had yet turned on the T.V., I heard him exiting his bedroom.

I had to hasten into the living room barely ahead of him and assume control of the T.V., activating our Android TV Box to get an early start on viewing of my choosing.

I led things off with a 4-minute (4:37) audio-only video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canadian Government Has Officially Gone ROGUE Against Chicken Farmers. Listen To THIS One!

2 so called "dead WILD birds" more than a football field away from a farmers barn (with zero proof) and NO PROOF provided of EVEN a fraudulent PCR test ... and a farm was forced to destroy all of their chickens . You don't want to miss hearing about this one. (5 minute show)

Our next video exceeded an hour (1:03:54), and had been streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: The King's Speech plus the CBC will take you down! - with Kris Sims from the CTF.

Join me and Kris Sims, Alberta Director for the Canadian Taxpayers Federation as we discuss the King's Speech and censorship in Canada. We'll tackle Bills C-11 and C 63.

I followed that with The Jonathan Ross Show ─ the premiere episode of the current season or series 22. I was particularly keen on seeing actress Christina Hendricks. Never would I have guessed that when the show was filmed and released in February, that she would be turning 50 early this month of May!

We finished up our viewing with the final half hour or so of the movie we had delayed finishing on Tuesday morning. It was 2009's Solitary Man.

I had previously downloaded the movie, but I now do not know my source. Still, I bet it was at this OK.ru link, if interested. I downloaded it because Imogen Poots was featured, although I was not at all impressed with her movie character.

I grew to care nothing for Michael Douglas's character either, although initially I was quite sympathetic to him.

I see now that it was Mary-Louise Parker who played Imogen Poots' mother, but I believed throughout the movie that she was Elizabeth Perkins.

It was definitely an interesting movie.

There was a point mid-morning when it was downpouring rain outside for quite some time. Yet the mid-afternoon had cleared so much that it may have been possible to sun.

I think that maybe I will seek to visit the elementary school playground again in the wee a.m. tomorrow, so I will have to ensure I have an early bedtime again.

My brother headed off towards the mid-afternoon to catch a bus and go social drinking, but I no longer expect him to want to watch our shows in the evening if he gets back home early. I have completely given up on him. Thus I no longer feel restraint about watching a show here on my computer relatively early and having a strong beer ─ and especially not if doing so frees me up to get to bed early.

It is presently 5:03 p,m., so I am going to break from this post for what I keep hoping is some therapeutic challenging of my damaged right leg. Then I will get some supper ─ I will probably heat up something in the order of a congealed soup or stew that my wife recently brought home. She never came home last night, incidentally. I was not sure until early this a.m. when I saw that her car was not parked in the open carport.

Time for that break.

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A few minutes past 6 p.m. I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 16 ("Imminent Threat – Part Three") of season four. I watched the previous two parts of the storyline in the other two T.V. series months ago, but for some reason I never watched this third sequence.

Each was more or less contained, fortunately, having their own more 'local' plotlines.

I watched just over the first half hour at this GOOJARA.to link, but then it froze or buffered for too long, so I switched over to this Tvids.net link, having the usual sneak-browser forced onto me that hid behind the one I was using ─ it was a website for what would surely be a shady gambling enterprise, for no honourable website would use such tactics.

It was a good episode, and reinforced my hatred of terrorists who target innocent populations.

I held myself to one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and then had my supper.

With my brother still absent and it still bloody daylit outside with the large South Asian family and their bawling pre-schoolers owning the cul-de-sac we all live in (unfortunately), I shut myself back into my bedroom and tuned in Blood Ties ─ episode two ("Blood Price") of the first season. The episode was actually the second part of episode one, bearing the same episode title.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link, and this time it played all the way through without issue.

I vaguely remember the series from its heyday, but I must never have watched any of it when I was sober. And how could I have forgotten dreamy actress Christina Cox?

And so went a second can of beer.

Very little after 9 p.m. with still no sign of my brother, nor with the daylight sufficiently rid, I tuned in what was unexpectedly the season four and series finale episode 24 ("Ka-Boom!") of Cybill. I see that the episode still ends ─ as Wikipedia claimed ─ with "To be continued" because no one knew that the series was not being renewed.

My source for the episode was this OK.ru link. 

And so ends a long-running resource I had for enjoying early Alicia Witt.

I drank better than half a tumbler of red wine (12% alcohol) to tide me through the episode.

It is presently approaching 10 p.m. and still my brother is not home. Bev is shut up into their bedroom, and the living room silent and in darkness.

I am unsure if I will be able to handle rising at 3 a.m., but we shall see.

Consequences

The weather sure is adept at screwing me around. Unlike yesterday afternoon, I was prepared to sun today ─ but although it is exceptionally warm outside, the sky has been cloudy more often than clear.

So I never even bothered wasting my time sitting out in the backyard.

However, I did have a few pull-ups and chin-ups in the backyard tool shed well past 2 p.m., as well as 25 full flat-footed squats, the first 20 of which were assisted due to my damaged right leg. However, I held the final squat for a 60-count before rising unaided.

As for the other exercises, the opening two sets of pull-ups saw repetitions of three and one; the two sets of chin-ups resulted in two in each set; and the two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars yielded one repetition in each set (I think that I may have only held the hang at the completion of the final pull-up for a mere 50-count).  

I never rose in the wee a.m. to go to the elementary school playground to exercise because it was a little after 11 p.m. before I got to bed last night. If I am going to try and watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer, I am going to have to begin doing so much earlier than I have been.

It was not exactly comfortable in my bedroom last night due to retained daytime temperatures. Maybe tonight I will pull the heavy drapes from before my open window to allow freer circulation of air.

I was willing enough to have some tool shed exercising early in the morning, but it was (I believe) after 7 a.m. before I rose. I had not even finished my day's first mug of instant coffee with the works when my brother emerged from his bedroom for coffee and T.V.

So I never pushed myself for exercising at that time. Besides, my wife rose extra early ─ well before 8:30 a.m. Then before 9 a.m. she left for somewhere ─ it was too early to be going to work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

When I joined my brother a little after 9 a.m. and was given the green light around 9:10 - 9:15 a.m. to put our android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 1½-minute (1:37) video clip published yesterday at Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show channel: Why would Putin agree to a peace deal (CLIP)? Martin Armstrong.

Our second video exceeded an hour (1:06:35) and was published earlier today to Rumble's HealingEarth channel: REINER FUELLMICH Update! Sentenced To 3 Years & 9 Months And Threatened With Even More Litigation.

Sourcce: ICIC - https://icic.law/en/videos/

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Next I turned to The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 20 of season or series 32. It was essentially the latest season finale episode, for the next one is merely a compilation episode of previous shows.

At the episode's conclusion no later than 11:10 a.m., my brother announced his return to his bedroom for further bed rest. I had hoped that we would finish watching the movie that yesterday we had postponed the final half hour or so of in order for him to get further bed rest that day.

But he is ever so eager to rest up in order to bus off in the early afternoon to go drinking ─ as would be the case for an alcoholic with no greater purpose in each day.

I had an extremely light meal to facilitate my planned afternoon sunning, and then in the latter noon hour was to bed in search of a nap.

I think that my brother was just emerging from his bedroom when I was rising from my fairly short nap. He wasted little time in bidding Bev an adieu.

The next thing I knew, my wife had returned home. It must have been around 1:30 p.m. The poor girl tended to a little gardening and cooking, and soon enough was away on her fairly long drive to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant.

And here at 4:50 p.m. I am going to break from this post for some further exercising of my damaged right leg. I will also have my supper. Then maybe I will get an early start on a show and a beer.

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Wow! It was only 6:20 p.m. when I finished my first choice of entertainment. 'Twas The 100 ─ episode six ("Exit Wounds") of season five. I have not watched the series since at least 2019 ─ and possibly 2018; so I was not certain where I originally left off. I gambled that it was episode five of this season five, but I soon recognized the storyline involving "Vincent", the homicidal psychopath wearing an electronic control collar.

He was most memorable.

So I cancelled out of that episode and tried episode six where nothing struck me as being outright familiar. My flawless source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Meantime, I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), and had to dip into maybe a half glass tumbler of red wine (12% alcohol) due to time and beer wasted on episode five.

I had yet to sup, so I am going to do that now after watering my wife's garden plants in our backyard.

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Next I tuned in FBI ─ episode 12 ("Consequences") of season six.

As always, it was certainly dramatic enough, but I never felt myself particularly involved with what was happening. I felt the loss of the four teenaged girls at the nightclub, however. That burns me.

My source was this Tvids.net link, but the website did force an unnoticed new advertisement window that stayed hidden behind the one I was using. As well, the play buffered at least twice for more seconds than I cared for.

I drank one further can of beer, by the way.

The episode was done very shortly after 8 p.m., and a check outside my bedroom door revealed that my brother was downstairs watching T.V. with Bev.

It appears that I will be having an early a.m. visit to the elementary school playground for some exercise, for I am getting to bed sensibly early with my cellphone alarm set for 3 a.m.

My monthly pension income was directly deposited today.

Enough talk. It is 8:59 p.m. and time to start shutting down.

Sometimes a Beautiful Aftermath

Such a successful visit to the elementary school playground ca. ⅜ of a mile from here ... but it almost never took place.

A point arrived in my night when I began wondering on the time, for my cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m., and I was not adverse to rise pretty much anytime within an hour prior to then.

So I checked the corner of my bedside computer's monitor (which I cover with a towel at night to block out the light). It was 3:17 or 3:19 a.m. ─ I forget which now, but I think the former.

I took up my cellphone, and discovered that it claimed to still be sounding its alarm, but it was dead silent nor was it vibrating.

This happened to me a couple or so weeks before ─ somehow, the damned thing turns off its own sound.

I hustled up from bed ─ my outing was still very much salvageable, for I felt rested enough and did not require any acclimatization to being up. Usually when I rise in the morning after a night in bed, there is period of normalization.

I quickly readied and got everything I needed to take with me, and off I went. It was disheartening to discover that my bad right leg is still very lame ─ eight days had already passed since I last walked anywhere, and it was no better.

The sky was overcast, but it was remarkably mild out. In fact, when I got to the playground, I decided to remove my jacket for the exercising, and that is likely the secret to my superior performance as I seek to regain the upper body strength I lost since the March 1st knee accident that crippled me.

All of the equipment was dry, although I did have to use my five-foot walking stick to untangle two chains of the gymnastics-style rings that vandals had wrapped around the very high support crossbar.

With a 30-count between sets, I first began on the jungle gym monkey bars performing two sets of pull-ups and then two sets of chin-ups before going back to the rings for two sets of pull-ups there.

And thus my totals: 3-2-2-2-1-1.

Basically, I increased my numbers by one repetition in each set since last I was at the playground possibly 10 - 12 days ago. This was the first time that I had the strength since my accident to do more than barely get my feet off the ground on the rings, so managing a pull-up in each of those two sets was truly something.

And at the completion of the very last pull-up on the rings, I held a loose hang for a 70-count before releasing myself.

I was also to do some 25 full flat-footed squats, although only the last five at very most were unassisted because of how damaged and weak my right knee is. I think that I held the final squat for at least a 60-count before agonizingly rising.

I finished up with (I believe) four full-range decline push-ups on the nearby cement ramp.

Yes, I was feeling darned good about myself. However, it was bittersweet because having set a precedent, I will feel that it must now become my normal, and that puts an enormous demand upon my 75-year-old physique.

I don't know if I'm up to trying it again tomorrow.

It must have been getting near 6 a.m. by the time I was back to bed to try for some more sleep. Then after what seemed to surely have been a couple of hours, I checked the time ... and it wasn't all that much after 7 a.m.

Try again.

The next time check found it to be something like 8:18 a.m., but it took me at least a couple of minutes to finally force myself to get up. I was correct about thinking that I could hear the T.V. on downstairs.

I waited until just past 9 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for my day's first mug of hot instant coffee with the works.

When I soon got his go-ahead from my brother to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with a 15-minute video uploaded April 27 to YouTube's 헬창TV | Physical World by hellchang channel: Normal Gym Bro vs The Strongest Woman in the World.

To me, Katarina Kavaleva is absolutely phenomenal! I would be agog constantly if I was in a close relationship with her ─ it would be just about unbearable due to how unbelievably stimulating her physique and abilities are to me.

Next I tuned in a two-hour (1:59:08) video published earlier today at Rumble's Health Ranger Report channel: BBN, May 27, 2025 – The healing power of BLUE, lab analysis of OAT MILK brands, and AI robots...

Unfortunately after 10½ minutes of Mike Adams just talking and nothing displaying except the same lame static image that I suppose would be the thumbnail, my brother voiced that the video wasn't doing anything for him.

I'm not into videos that are nothing more than a voice, either, so I willingly backed out of it and tuned in Star Trek: Discovery ─ it was episode three ("Point of Light") of season two.

Honestly, I am not in the least impressed with the actress playing the Michael Burnham character ─ all she seems capable of is speaking in what is little more audible than a loud whisper. Actors need to project and be heard, but that ain't her style.

Yet all of the episode's sound effects are ridiculously deafening, as is the mood music.

My wife had a full workday today, so she had emerged from her bedroom around 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and shortly after 10 a.m. had left on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

After Star Trek: Discovery I tuned in a movie I had previously downloaded, but my brother wanted his bed rest when we reportedly had about a half hour of it to go, so I expect that we will finish watching it tomorrow. I will report on it once it has been fully viewed. I will only say that it is definitely interesting.

I could have sunned this afternoon ─ it became flawlessly sunny by midday at latest. But I had not planned on it today. My early afternoon nap was not as early as would have been necessary, and thus it was maybe around 2:45 p.m. when I was up again.

I will be prepared tomorrow, for the sunshine is due back with an even warmer day in store.

I have had my challenging squats to work my damaged leg (and some upper body isometric exercises) in my wife's vacant bedroom, and eaten a light enough supper. It is now 7:36 p.m., so I am going to take a blogging break to brush my teeth and watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of beer ─ I had none yesterday.

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Nigh 8:20 p.m. I tuned in The Beautiful Life: TBL ─ episode two ("The Beautiful Aftermath") of its only season. Yeah, it's irrelevant to me, but there are familiar faces, and I'm enjoying the storylines.

Actress Jaime Murray is sure darned hot. She is familiar to me, although not by name; and in looking at her credits, I see that I have enjoyed her in several other series in which she had a recurring action role ─ the woman is put very well together. It struck me in this episode that she very much resembled Dichen Lachman, although the Wikipedia photo of Dichen does nothing to prove it.

I watched the episode at this Archive.org link right up until into the 36-minute mark, and then it stalled dead and would not progress beyond. I didn't want to jump past that sticking point and miss any dialogue then occurring, so I chose instead this VK.com link. It played with no issue, but its clarity was much inferior to the sharp video at Archive.org.

I held myself to one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My brother seemed fairly newly home from his bus trip this fairly early afternoon to go social drinking. And since it is only 9:15 p.m. right now, I am going to watch something else and drink a bit more.

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Back in 2019 or even 2018, I used to watch iZombie with my brother in the evenings ─ on occasion, of course. And then we either caught up to the latest episode or something kindred took place, and the series was placed in limbo on a lengthy list I kept.

Well, I forgot to indicate where we left off, and no write-ups sound familiar. Consequently, I decided to begin a clean slate with the premiere episode ("Thug Death") of the series' final fifth season. And since my brother as often as not fell unconscious during episodes we watched and never had a clue what the series was about, I decided to leave him right out of this revival.

He was so blotted out that several years ago when we began watching the American Ghosts series, he was completely blank on luscious little actress Rose McIver ─ no memory of having ever seen her in anything before.

I don't know why I ever bothered wasting evenings for many years watching shows with the feeble-brained sot that he has become after years of nigh daily drunkenness.

My source for the episode started off with this Tvids.net link, but after some minutes it began stalling / buffering. I then turned to this uFLIX link that carried me to nearly the 19-minute mark before also stalling, so I forsook it and returned to Tvids.net which then played all the way through to the finish with no further problems.

A glass tumbler of red wine (Sommet Rouge, 12% alcohol) was my enhancement.

Apparently Bev made her way to their bedroom and began watching her T.V. there at my show's finish, leaving my brother watching whatever was on the T.V. downstairs. It is presently 10:44 p.m., so I am going to get to bed without setting my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. ─ it would be abusive if I was in no shape to deal with an awakening. Rather, should I awaken naturally early enough, I will go for a walk then.

Enough blogging for today ─ and my wife is now home.

The Solitary Cyclist

Why is it that I cannot enforce a pre-10 p.m. bedtime for myself? By not making it to bed until 10:30 p.m. or later, I am ensuring that I will not seek to set my cellphone alarm to get me up at 3 a.m. for a much needed walk for the sake of my bad right leg. I believe a total of eight consecutive early a.m.s have now passed in which I have walked nowhere.

Certainly, I am probably benefitting from sleeping without any deliberate breaks in my time abed; but I still end up requiring a daily early afternoon nap.

Around or soon after 5 a.m. this morning I was awake enough to be considering rising, but I opted to attempt one final bout of sleep. Then later, unsure that I had actually succeeded, I checked the time and was surprised to discover that over 1½ hours had passed.

When I do not have a wee a.m. walk to exercise my bad leg and also visit the elementary school playground three blocks away to exercise my upper body, I seek to at least have some token pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed. I failed to do so yesterday.

This morning I fixed up a mug of strong instant coffee with the works and was easing my way through that, feeling some concern that the 7 a.m. hour was elapsing too rapidly, when suddenly that concern bore out ─ my younger brother stirred briefly in his bedroom and then emerged for the morning.

It was looking as if I was not going to have an early tool shed session after all. I prefer my various doings such as walk outings and exercising not be known to anyone.

Notwithstanding, I did hatch a workaround scheme of sorts ─ a visit to the garbage wheelie bin in the front of the house. So I bagged up the small bag of bathroom container trash, donned a pair of runners, and haltingly worked my way downstairs and to the front door to discharge the disposal.

Then back in the house, I casually entered the kitchen area as my brother still occupied himself in the living room with the T.V. playing, and I quietly opened the sliding glass door to the backyard sundeck and proceeded on to the shed where I was able to duplicate Saturday morning's breakthrough in pull-ups and chin-ups.

As always, I engage six sets with a 30-count between each set; and the sets are comprised of first two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and finally two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars.

When first I began managing to attempt exercising again into early April after my March 1st knee accident that rendered me a cripple, I could no longer even begin to pull my feet aloft ─ let alone even start to pull myself up; I had become so enfeebled.

Eventually I was able to attain a repetition in the very first set, but none in the others. A short while after that, I added a chin-up. Soon, I was managing a single repetition in all sets. Then this past Saturday morning, I managed two pull-ups and two chin-ups in the first set of each, and I have now matched that.

Unfortunately, where the elementary school playground is concerned, I had yet to manage a pull-up on the gymnastics-style rings ─ only between a pair of jungle gym monkey bars. It must be 10 days since I was last there, so I am quite keen on getting back to the playground to determine if even the rings are no longer beyond me.

We actually had a period of very light rain in the earliest morning, but I don't think it had begun before daybreak, so maybe the playground equipment would have been serviceable to use once any condensation had been wiped off the metal to allow a secure grip.

I really must do my best to get over to the school tomorrow around 3:30 - 3:45 a.m. if the night is dry.

Enough of this 75-year-old weakling's exercise talk.

This morning my brother invited me to operate our Android TV Box at 9 a.m., so I led us off with an eight-minute (8:38) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The WhatsHerFace Show channel: The HORRIFYING push for BRAIN DEAD surrogacy.

Join me as we dive into the totally-not-suspicious world of brain death. That magical moment when doctors say you're gone, but your body says you aren’t.

In this video, we investigate the story of a brain dead pregnant woman who is being kept alive on life support until her baby reaches 32 weeks gestation and can be safely delivered. A story with twists, turns, and implications that may lead to the change of the already shaky definition of brain death as we know it.

So buckle up, and maybe sleep with one eye open. You never know when your vital signs might become… a government asset.

I removed my name from the organ donor registry here in my province of B.C. possibly two years ago ─ likely more. It was of course for the very reason discussed in the video; but also because of rebellion ─ if I as one of the COVID-unvaxxed would have been denied transplant surgery had I needed it, then no damned way are medical services going to plunder me for ─ and profit from ─ my parts.

I tuned in two more videos, but cut from them because they failed me. The first was just a condensation of a longer video my brother and I had watched a few days ago ─ I hate it when podcasters pull that stunt.

The second video turned out to be nonsense involving a pair of believers in reincarnation. In fact, I am going to drop the host's channel from future viewing.

And so instead I tuned in Yellowstone ─ specifically, it was the season four finale episode 10 ("Grass on the Streets and Weeds on the Rooftops").

Very good!

We finished up with Sherlock Holmes. Specifically, it was episode four ("The Solitary Cyclist") of the very first season, itself titled The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. My source was this 54-minute (54:15) video published January 7, 2024, to BitChute's Adaneth_TV channel: Sherlock Holmes (TV Series 1984) | The Solitary Cyclist (S01-E04).

Primary guest actress Barbara Wilshere sported the most perfectly lovely milky bosoms, I must say!  

I must break here to have a bath. My younger brother is already home from his daily social drinking, for it is now 7:32 p.m. My afternoon nap was overlong ─ maybe 2½ hours; and thus I have fallen behind on my day. It is no help that my brother returned somewhat earlier than usual.

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I've had the bath, but I see no point in risking becoming involved with my inebriated brother. It is presently 9:17 p.m., and I am going to start shutting down everything here on my computer and get to bed. Maybe I will be having that early a.m. outing ─ I shall set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m.

Enough for today.

🔥🖤👎 More Damned Regret

Following the publication of yesterday's post, I then embraced depravity and was not to quit the activity until possibly at least 1:34 a.m. Likely only my wife and her youngest son were still up, but I remained shut up in my bedroom and despondently got to bed at last.

There was to be no early local grocery shopping.

Sure, I rose around 6 a.m., and I even had myself a mug of strong instant coffee with the works.

But when it came time to do the four-block (½ mile) walk to make the store's 8 a.m. opening, I was too weary and ashamed to venture forth into the early sunny morning. I probably needed rain, but I am unsure if even that state of affairs would have helped me feel sheltered and anonymous enough for the public outing.

So I returned to bed to await my younger brother's emergence from his bedroom, and the eventual turning on of the T.V.

I want to mention that while foully engaged in the wee a.m. last night, there came a point when I heard a barred or hoot owl very near to my open bedroom window. Maybe it had lit onto the rooftop, or maybe even onto the car port roof outside my window. But it went through its full call that is very distinctive and was much louder than this 1¾-minute "vocalization" rcording at Wikipedia.

Had my wife not been loudly engaged in a cellphone call at the time, she would have also heard it outside her own bedroom window.

It only visited here briefly, and then seemed to be joined by a companion whose voice was remarkably different in tone ─ the pair flew off fairly vocally, their voices fast fading into the night.

But returning to my morning, my brother was not to turn over the T.V. to me until around 9:50 a.m., so we only had time for one video via our Android TV Box. At just over 1½ hours (1:35:47), it had been published yesterday to Rumble's PressForTruth channel: This Is Universal Ostrich Inc. - A Deep Dive With Press For Truth.

I gotta say ─ farm spokeswoman Katie Pasitney (daughter of the owners) looks damned hot to this old guy!

I never said aught to my brother, but if he would quit wasting time with his useless morning T.V. programming via our basic cable package, we could be watching material he truly enjoys ─ I had an episode of Yellowstone planned if we had the time, but we did not.

So off he went for his bed rest. My wife emerged from her bedroom and was occupying the bathroom for an excessive amount of time, so I did not delay my nap any longer ─ I had wanted to explain the cooked tilapia I had intended to sample last evening, but which I returned to the fridge because it appeared to me to be fully intact (i.e., not sliced open and gutted).

I was to have the discussion with her later.

It appears I was wrong. Perhaps the deep-frying seared the incision along its belly, but the fish was indeed fully cleaned.

My brother was to emerge from his bedroom awhile later, and then left for a bus so he could go off social drinking.

My wife apparently had to work the latter part of today, so around 3:15 - 3:20 p.m. she left us.

Note that the very early morning sunshine was short-lived, for the sky fast became clouded, although sometimes sunshine would weakly break forth for a time. Some rain may arrive overnight and / or tomorrow.

And now with that said at 6:33 p.m. following some exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom ─ and especially performing full flat-footed squats with only the first half dozen or so assisted, and managing 10 unassisted consecutively without taking a break ─ I was even able to assume a full squat for a 60-count before managing to rise again unassisted (it was my 30th squat in total) ─ I see that the day has become perhaps primarily sunny.

I had lain down just before that exercising, thinking even to nap, on the vague chance that I might then manage to get out to shop after the darkness of evening.

But self-critique resulted in me accepting that I was unlikely to go anywhere in this overcrowded South Asian neighbourhood, and I was only losing out on vitally needed exercising.

And so the rally to attend my wife's bedroom.

This has freed me up now for some proper entertainment here on my bedside computer, so I am first going to fetch a little supper to eat anon, and I will report back later.

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These tilapia don't exactly fire up my taste buds and set 'em to watering, but I selected the second of the three in the fridge. And then I let it warm up to room temperature with some delicious pasta my wife had prepared today while I watched the 2018 movie A Godwink Christmas.

I had forgotten entirely the movie title while watching it, originally thinking it likely referred to some location.

It was pretty darned good. My emotions weren't especially caught up until near the end when the heroine and her impending beau reunited at a carousal. I got rather caught up then.

Actress Kimberley Sustad is unknown to me, and would not have been my choice for a general romantic lead. But I did definitely warm up to the young woman.

Kathie Lee Gifford had a major supporting role, and I am unsure if I have ever seen her act before, but she looked pretty damned good for a woman in her mid-60s. Too good ─ the character she portrayed would never have still been on her own.

I have to say that the greatest flaw of the movie was the main character's longtime boyfriend / fiancé ─ other than being desperate to remain successful in his legal career, the poor guy did nothing wrong. He loved the movie heroine, and badly wanted to marry her ─ even though in looks he was on another level.

Sorry, Kimberley, but it was so.

My source was this uFLIX.to link, and it played flawlessly, but you may have to deal with hijack advertisements initially in getting it playing if you do not have a very good ad blocker.

I definitely liked the movie and recommend it. I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a cup of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol). It still was not dark when the movie finished, and Bev was yet alone downstairs watching T.V.

I am now going to have my supper at 9:03 p.m. Bev seems getting set to watch T.V. in their bedroom.

Well ... not much after I wrote that, my brother showed up. By then, Bev had turned off the T.V. in the living room and was shut up in their bedroom.

I heard my brother go there to change clothes, and then engage in one of his bloody annoying seeming five-minute sneezing fits where he roars forth a sneeze ─ each as loud as the next ─ every 15 seconds or so for as many as 15 of 'em. Sometimes he has exceeded that.

At least Bev got to enjoy them there in their bedroom ─ he didn't go downstairs to spread his sneezes throughout the living room, dining room, and kitchen as he often does.

He only has these sneezing fits when he drinks, so something is clearly amiss with his well-being as a drunkard or sot.

I desire no association at this late hour with him, seeking to watch any of our shows together downstairs. He can haul his ass home earlier, or just make do with whatever garbage he can find via basic cable programming. I am not Bev's replacement.

But of course it means that I dare not watch another show ─ an episode of something ─ as I had intended, else he will detect that I am still sitting up and impose upon me with an invitation to activate our Android TV Box.

Thus, I shall brush my teeth and get to bed. Presently, it is 9:47 p.m.

Tilapia Misadventure

Once again, I chose to not set my cellphone alarm last night when I retired ─ probably around 10:30 p.m. And although I did rise to use the toilet ─ maybe around 2:30 a.m. ─ I felt no interest in any kind of outing. Still, my bad leg needs to be used in the act of walking, I am sure; and the rest of me needs to walk as well. It's been a number of days now since last I walked ─ possibly last Sunday morning when I made my first solo shopping expedition since incurring the knee accident March 1st.

My morning began around 6 a.m. because I was too awake to easily sleep. My knot-headed youngest stepson was shut up in the bathroom, soon to shower. I think that for the second consecutive night he remained up throughout. Why he needs to sit up the night long at his computer, and spend the bulk of the day in bead, makes no sense. It is not as if he maintains websites or is trying to become a writer. At best he just plays video games with other people online.

Towards 8 a.m. I ventured out to the backyard tool shed for another session of token pull-ups and chin-ups ─ it has been at least a week now that I have been doing this, since I haven't been taking early a.m. walks overnight to the elementary school playground ⅜ or so of a mile distant where I have customarily exercised.

But I had a bit of a surprise in store out in the shed. Instead of just a single pull-up or chin-up in all six sets, I managed two repetitions in the first of two sets of pull-ups, as well as two repetitions in the first of two sets of chin-ups.

I was still limited to a single repetition in the finishing pair of sets of pull-ups between two bars, but I did hold the hang at the finish of the final pull-up for a 60-count.

As usual, I then challenged my bad right leg with some assisted full flat-footed squats, managing the final three (of 25) without any assistance.

Soon after I was back here at my bedside computer, my wife surprised me by getting up early. On her full workdays at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, she usually does not rise until around 9:30 a.m. (or even a little later).

She went outside to probably check on her various garden plants ─ she has so darned many in all manner of containers.

She was to return to her bedroom anon, but I don't know if she was seeking further bed rest or not ─ maybe. She left for work at her usual time, shortly past 10 a.m.

My younger brother barely emerged from his bedroom ahead of 9 a.m. Had I not been involved with something here on my computer, I would have gone downstairs ahead of him and taken possession of the T.V.

I am unsure of just when we were to begin watching shows together via our android TV Box, but it seems to me that it was well after 9:30 a.m.

I led us off with a 20-minute video published May 17 at Rumble's The White Rabbit Network channel: Benjmin FBenjmin Fulford May 16 2025.

That miserable title should read "Benjamin Fulford", although I believe that I have only once before seen a video of his, and I have no idea who he is.

I followed that video with Seal Team ─ episode five ("Say Again Your Last") of season two.

We finished up with two episodes of The Adventures of Robin Hood ─ my source is RerunCentury.com:

• The Youngest Outlaw (episode 13 of season one). Note that Wikipedia lists it as episode 33 of season or series one.

• The Betrothal (episode 14 of season one). Note that Wikipedia lists it as episode 15 of season one.

According to Wikipedia, it lists the episodes according to how they were released in England. RerunCentury may be listing them in the order that they were released in the U.S.A. Regardless, I may reconsider how I have been watching them and follow Wikipedia's sequencing ─ especially since RerunCentury is only offering 53 episodes, whereas there were apparently 143 produced.

I hope that none were lost to history, and that they are all available online somewhere or other.

My brother went for bed rest after that second episode. And since I was dispensing with my usual first of two daily meals, I was not too very much later in seeking my nap.

Upon rising later, the day appeared unexpectedly sunny ─ the morning weather forecast I had watched with my brother did not indicate such from what I noticed.

Wholly unplanned, and even though I did not much feel like it, I made the snap decision to get in some backyard sunning for the first time in what must surely be an excess of over two weeks. My brother had already left afoot to catch a bus and go social drinking. All told, I easily exceeded 1½ hours in the sunshine, for it was no later than 2:15 p.m. that I began, and I wound things up by 3:50 p.m.

There was never a cloud to be sighted. I am expecting some decent colouring for the time exposed.

My gosh, it is 7:25 p.m.! I am going to take a break now and round up some supper.

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Soon enough I had myself shut up into my bedroom and was watching Severance here on my bedside computer. Specifically, it was season two's episode three ("Who Is Alive?").

Dramatic, suspenseful, strange.

Holy, crap! I just discovered that a supporting actress in the episode was Gwendoline Christie, whom I well know from Game of Thrones and Top of the Lake: China Girl. There was only one scene where she did appear taller than the main character, but I thought that maybe she was standing on a bit of a hillock in the close-up of an enclosed pastoral scene.

The only reason I researched the actress was because despite her looking fearsome and rather unattractive, her eyes were quite striking. So I wondered if she was an actress whom I should be familiar with who was actually quite beautiful.

My source for the episode was this OK.ru link, but the clarity of the video was never distinct and thus always blurry or unfocussed. It played through without an issue. though.

When the episode was done, a cautious look downstairs revealed that my brother was home and watching T.V. with Bev, and using his very drunk voice. Later, he was passed out for an extended time. Due to all of this, I dared no second show despite wanting more than the single can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I had drunk. I have no intention of becoming entangled with him for T.V. together in his state.

Incidentally, part of my supper was going to be one of three of what I suspect are tilapia that were in a cardboard carton that my wife must have brought home last night.

Cooked fish still sporting their heads are difficult for me to cope with, so I need to be especially hungry. Well, this one was unbelievably oily as well ─ it must have been essentially poached in oil, for it doesn't have any crispness to it as I would expect had it been fried.

Well, imagine my revulsion when I realized that it was completely intact ─ I had tried to pull it apart, thinking it had been slit open along the belly to remove its entrails. There was no slit along its belly ─ it appears to be an entirely whole fish.

So it's back in the fridge. My wife can explain it when next she is home.

Enough blogging ─ it is 10:37 p.m.

Christmas Bells

Despite going to bed last evening around 10:45 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 3:30 a.m. to get me up for a wee a.m. outing to work my damaged right leg and maybe get some exercise at the elementary school playground ca. ¼ mile away, I no sooner settled into bed than I suddenly dismissed the notion of getting up so early and I cancelled the alarm.

I think that it was a little after 5 a.m. when I rose to use the toilet for the second time since getting to bed, and it was beginning to get light outside. Notwithstanding, I still felt needful of sleep, so I returned to bed for another hour.

When I then rose, I dressed and went outside to water the front yard garden plants for my wife, but the soil still appeared damp enough; and the sky was quite cloudy.

I was feeling far too stiffened and overworked physically to yet be able to handle any token exercising out in the backyard tool shed, so I chose to boil water for a mug of strong instant coffee with the works. I figured that if I did not burn out instead, the coffee ought to provide sufficient prowess to deal with the shed's effort.

Then well ahead of 7 a.m. and before I was likely half done my mug of coffee, my younger brother emerged from his bedroom, apparently unable to sleep further.

And so went my hopeful plan for an early shed session.

Normally I do not join him for T.V. until a little past 9 a.m., but with such an early start on both of our mornings, I joined him towards 8:30 a.m. At that point he had gotten his fill of morning news shows and immediately invited me to take over with our Android TV Box.

My first choice was a 1½-hour (2:28:50) video published yesterday to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: The State of Canada with Tanya Gaw and David Lindsay, May 21, 2025.

Are you concerned about Alberta Separating or Canada’s Sovereignty? Have you considered the pros and cons?
On this Empower Hour, David Lindsay, co-founder of Common Law Education and Rights (CLEAR), tackles the pressing questions surrounding Canadian sovereignty, Alberta’s autonomy, and constitutional authority.

David addresses issues such as:
• What it would take for Alberta to become sovereign
• The role of the Canadian Constitution in provincial governance
• The implications of Canada’s ties to the Crown
• Why a biblical foundation is essential for any move toward sovereignty

Website:
https://clearbc.org/

I suspected that initially my brother was in no mood for Tanya Gaw, but David Lindsay's presentation proved intriguing.

Figuring we had a lot of morning remaining, I next tuned in Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ episode five ("The Other Thing") of season six. Darn, that's an exciting series!

With the episode's conclusion at approximately 10:45 a.m., my brother surprised me by announcing that his morning was done and he was returning to his bedroom for further rest. He would later drive off to replenish his beer supply; and then 'pon returning home, head off afoot to drink beer and play pool at Donegal's Pub, I expect.

His early return to his bedroom for rest was not disappointing, for it was something of a blessing in disguise. I was feeling fairly energized and capable enough of that token session of exercise out in the backyard tool shed.

And so I was to repeat my performances of each of what may now be the past five days of token exercising out there: a single repetition in each of two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars. The sole difference this time was that at the finish of that very last pull-up, I managed a dead hang for a 60-count. As usual, these were all done from the child's playground slide ladder that I have stretched across some roof rafters:

And then I put in 25 ─ primarily assisted ─ full flat-footed squats. I managed the final three without any assistance. As always, performed between a pair of apparatus very much like here:

My damaged right knee's lower quadriceps architecture is still so crippled that the very first squat is slow and nearly excruciating to gain a complete descent, so being able to finish the final three squats without using that apparatus seems remarkable by comparison.

I still cannot walk down stairs by alternating my feet on the steps, although for a few weeks now I can ascend stairs with alternating steps, but I have to practically heave myself upwards like some serious gimp.

Will I ever find normal locomotion and knee movement again?

It is presently 5:20 p.m. ─ I am going to break now and work my leg in my wife's vacant bedroom, as well as practice a few isometric 'movements' or poses.

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Dispensing with some routine of late, I opted to watching some entertainment here on my bedside computer ... well, possibly around 6:30 p.m. Why bother waiting for my idiot brother who no longer displays interest in any evening T.V. with me?

I was not much in the mood, but I chose a Christmas movie regardless because I had the time for a movie. I chose 2018's Christmas Bells Are Ringing.

I am very familiar with lead actress Emilie Ullerup, having watched every episode of Chesapeake Shores. And she's attractive!

Lead actor Josh Kelly seemed a little familiar, but I cannot exactly identify why in looking at his credits at Wikipedia. Same goes for attractive supporting actress Rebecca Staab, looking pretty darned good as the main character's father's fiancée.

I was enjoying the movie, but never overcome at all until the wedding ceremony of Emilie Ellerup's character's father and the character played by Rebecca Staab. When the phenomenal hit "Christmas Canon" played, I completely dissolved into a weeping wretch.

For me, it is seldom because of the beauty of the moment, but more often because of profound loss and regret. It feels as if God has forsaken me all of my life, and deliberately denied me having happiness or even the love I always wanted with the only woman I was ever to marry.

It reinforces so very painfully my lament and plea to God that if I am to die unfulfilled as I understand the concept, then I want to be destroyed eternally while I sleep in death ─ there is no need to resurrect me for judgment. I am guilty and have no desire to have a seemingly malevolent Creator terrifying me hereafter just to pronounce my destruction when I do not require this assessment ─ I am a loser, so let's just end me forever at my death.

And I only had two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol)!

My movie source was this YoMovies link.

It was not even dusk yet when the movie was done. Even so, between working further on this post, supping, brushing my teeth, making a Facebook post ... before I knew it, the time was 9:45 p.m.

And still my brother was not home.

Fast forward to well past 10 p.m., and I have no idea what is happening here at home as I remain behind my closed bedroom door. I know my wife has returned. Also, Bev has the T.V. in her bedroom and the living room running. But I cannot tell if my brother is home yet.

Like I say, I don't know what the heck is going on, so I am going to call it an evening and go to bed. At present, it is 10:28 p.m.

Surprise Visit

Possibly considerably before 2:30 a.m. after I had rolled over to a new sleep position, I made the snap decision to rise and use the toilet to quell a slight urination urge.

Upon returning to bed, I soon enough discovered that I had lost all ability to sleep. It seems to me that my last block of sleep had been after finding myself feeling unnaturally rested but finding the time to be 1:30 a.m. at most.

I checked the time again ─ it was not yet 3 a.m.

I had not set my cellphone alarm, deciding at the last minute when going to bed the previous evening that I would seek to acquire all the sleep I could. I don't remember when it was that I had retired, but it may have been no worse than around 10:30 p.m.

Anyway, I chose to rise; and I even nearly dressed to go for a walk ─ maybe even to the elementary school playground ¾ of a mile away ─ but I felt uneasy about being out there.

So I opted to just kill some time here at my bedside computer.

Before I realized, it was already becoming light outside. I almost returned to bed, having grown wretchedly stiff and rife with aches from sitting here on the metal office chair and hunched over a too-low computer desk; but then it struck me that my wife had wanted me to water some garden plants she had transplanted out front yesterday afternoon.

So I tended to that chore, which sort of loosened me up considerably ─ at least it was enough to dare what must now have been my fifth consecutive token exercising out in the backyard tool shed.

I was to find that I have not improved in the least ─ the hard won single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I confronted matched each of the previous sessions in difficulty and performance, including a 50-count dead hang at the completion of the very last pull-up.

I also ensured that I put out 25 full flat-footed squats, most of them assisted, but the final few not.

And that freed me up to return to my bedroom to eke out some further sleep.

Well past 8 a.m. I was quite confident that I could vaguely hear the T.V. on downstairs, so I rose believing that my younger brother was up and watching T.V.

He was not. He had yet to rise and emerge from his bedroom.

He did soon enough, though. But I waited until nearly 9:15 a.m. before working my damaged leg back downstairs to join him.

At that point he had gotten his fill of morning T.V. and immediately invited me to take over with out Android TV Box. My first choice was already decided ─ a 33-minute (33:48) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Who IS and IS NOT Being Offered MAID In Canada Come 2027?

Medical Assistance In Dying... Let's get clear on who will be offered M.A.I.D for mental illness and who will not. Lots to unpack as the Canadian government tries to get more people out of the medical system as the country goes broke.

That was followed with a 46-minute (46:33) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: The Budget would take a day to produce + Can Post, Trump with SA President & Kash Patel on border.

The final video proved a failure after crapping out at the 32-minute mark ─ the series finale episode of The Rig. I tried three different streaming apps that collectively had over two dozen links, but I could not get any of the few that would actually play to then jump ahead to the 32-minute mark and play from there ─ they all buffered endlessly and uselessly.

So much time got wasted that my brother gave up and retired to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I have no desire to waste valuable viewing time like that again, so I downloaded the episode ─ having it as a download will easily allow me to jump directly ahead to any point of the video I may desire. The sole drawback is that the thumb or flash drive currently in our Android TV Box has numerous hours of downloads still to be watched before I replace it with the drive that I downloaded The Rig episode onto ─ it may be a month or more before we finally get around to that replacement.

C'est la vie.

Incidentally, my download source was (I believe) this LightDL.xyz website; but it probably took a couple of hours to complete the download because of how slow the transfer of data was.

While my brother rested, I had a most ample first meal of the day, and then I was to bed in pursuit of a nap. By that time Bev was downstairs watching T.V., as she would be for the remainder of her day ─ as usual.

Once I had inadequately napped, I rose to discover that my brother was busy mowing the lawns. I had been feeling a tad guilty that I ought to try a little sunning, checking out whether the drifting ─ sometimes massive ─ clouds really were more of an obstacle or waste of my time than the sunning effort would profit.

And so it was after 3 p.m. before he left to catch a bus and go social drinking. It is definitely no profit of my time to seek any sunning by starting it in the latter afternoon ─ that is the time that I ought to be winding up a sunning session.

Besides, today is a bath day. Sunning ... blogging ... knee therapy ... a time-consuming bath ─ I cannot cram all of it into an afternoon.

So with that said at 5:11 p.m., I am going to break from this post and have that bath.

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First off, stripped down for that bath, I weighed somewhere around 175 - 176 pounds. But having the bath left me no time for exercising my damned bad right leg.

Around 8 p.m. without my brother yet home, I found a poor source for Too Close to Home ─ episode five ("A Surprise Visit") of season one. My source was this Tvids.to link, but not only did it buffer on five different occasions ─ a time or two for a minute or more; its volume was almost too low to even bother watching the episode because I was unable to immerse myself into what was clearly a very dramatic episode.

This was truly disappointing.

My brother was still not home when the episode finished, but I did hear him enter the house at 8:49 p.m.

Fan of DC's Legends of Tomorrow that I was, I opted next to watch an Olivia Swann short (9:22) titled Together, Alone. The video was too short to impress me, but darn! Olivia is so darned beautiful!

I had fully intended to watch another regular episode of something, but it seemed too late ─ I want to try and get out for an early a.m. walk, so I hope to rise at 3:30 a.m.

And thus I settled upon Cybyll ─ episode 23 ("Cybill in the Morning") of season four. Some great comedic acting in that one! And Alicia Witt looked so gorgeously delicious.

My source was this OK.ru link, and it played flawlessly.

All told, I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a glass tumbler of red wine over the evening. But right now, it is 10:30 p.m., so I must begin shutting things down.