Broken Toys

My wife never did come home last night.

My cellphone alarm got me up at 2:30 a.m., although due to clogged ears, I was not even sure I was hearing anything. Had I actually been sleeping, I never would have roused until I awakened naturally and became suspicious.

My goal this time was the 1½-mile or so round trip hike to my financial institution's nearest ATM to deposit the smallish ─ $154.31, if I am remembering correctly ─ monthly expenses reconciliation cheque that my younger brother had written out to me.

It was dry out when I left, but quite cool; and the sky was probably clear, but I never paid heed.

My timing was good in that I saw a Brink's vehicle at the scene, and two occupants just leaving after having done whatever it is that they do when they fiddle behind the scenes with the insides of these ATMs. So by the time I had crossed the King George Boulevard at 98-A Avenue (Google Map), the Brink's vehicle was just about set to pull away and leave me in peace.

As suggested in yesterday's post, on my walk back home I did stop in at the elementary school playground about three blocks from here so that I could try my luck at pull-ups and chin-ups.

Well, it was bad luck.

After I wiped a jungle gym monkey bar dry enough to hang onto, I was unable to perform even one pull-up ─ I could barely get my elbows bent, I have grown so week after not exercising since my March 1st accident that has largely disabled my right leg.

I did not dare to try and climb up to one of the monkey bars; fortunately, from the ground I was just barely able to reach high enough to get my hands gripped onto one.

However, I did manage to achieve a chin-up.

Then over at the gymnastics-style rings, a pull-up was not possible, if I am remembering right; but I then held a dead hang for a good 45-count.

I should be trying these exercises at least every second day, if not as near to daily as I can possibly manage.

I am unsure when I was back to bed, but I think that it may have been around 5:30 p.m., but I am guessing. It may have been working towards 6 a.m.

I was not to sleep at all well, but I never rose again until well past 8 a.m. By then, my brother was already downstairs watching T.V. Notwithstanding, as is habitual for me, I did not go downstairs for my first instant coffee of the day until well after 9 a.m.

At that point he had vacated the living room for some time, so I assumed control of the T.V. and had our Android TV Box take over. And so when he resumed his seat, I tuned in a 46-minute video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: HAARP: Mainstream Channel Allowed Some Truth? Countries Admit To Blocking The Sun & More.

HAARP Effects - Did A Mainstream Channel Allow Some Truth?? I Show It. Also- Countries Now Admit To Blocking The Sun, NGO's Making Aluminum Resistant Everything Except Humans & More 2025 Madness.

I would hardly call the History Channel much of a mainstream source of information ─ it airs lots of trash such as 'Ancient Astronauts' and related crap, and I believe that it even airs that Skinwalker Ranch series.

Yesterday we had gotten about 42 minutes into a 1¾-hour (1:49:00) video streamed April 28 to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel (Catherine Fitts: Bankers vs. the West, Secret Underground Bases, and the Oncoming Extinction Event), so I continued with it. However, we only added about another 10 minutes into our viewing ─ my brother had a barber appointment scheduled, so he had to leave for that and another errand.

It may not have been much after 10:30 a.m. by then ─ 10:45 a.m. at most. But there was to be no further T.V. viewing. Bev emerged from their bedroom before he had quite returned and thus had assumed possession of the T.V.

I had already long abandoned it and was upstairs here at my bedside computer.

The day was seemingly cloud-free, so I had my day's first meal a little early and then sought my nap maybe 12:30 p.m. The plan was to get out into the backyard as soon around 2 p.m. as possible.

And I could have done, for I rose somewhere around 1:30 p.m. However, my brother was at that point shut up in his bedroom apparently resting before catching a bus so he could go social drinking.

Sunning is private to me, so I prefer not to be disturbed out there, and he is the only one likely to be venturing out into the backyard for any reason. Also, I have a radio playing fairly loudly, and it is plugged in almost beneath his open bedroom window.

So I felt constrained to sit here and wait.

Fortunately he was not too dreadfully long, and I was out there well ahead of 3 p.m. Alas, my cellphone screen is so damned faint that I could not read the time when I commenced my sunning, so I don't know how long I was out there. I will only estimate 1½ hours.

When I finished, I decided to pit myself against some further attempts at pull-ups and chin-ups in the backyard tool shed, despite the rather oppressive heat inside the shut-up shed.

I succeeded with a pull-up on one of the sides of the child's playground ladder that I have stretched across some rafters; and I also got in another chin-up. Then I even managed a pull-up between the two sides of the ladder, and at its completion held another dead hang for a 15-count.

Pathetic, perhaps; but also encouraging in view of how weak I have become at these exercises.

It is presently 6:18 p.m., so I am going to take a break to give my bad leg some attention, and maybe perform one if not two sets of the four isometric exercises I have recently begun practicing.

★★★

My brother was home well enough ahead of 8 p.m. that had he wanted to enlist me so we could watch episodes of a few of the series that we follow in common, he could have. But instead, he joined Bev downstairs for a matching of alcohol-impaired wits.

Not too much at all after 8 p.m., I shut myself into my bedroom and nearly selected a Christmas movie to watch here on my bedside computer that would have probably required effort to limit myself to just two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

Because I didn't feel up to the discipline to accomplish that feat, and because it was only a couple of days ago that I last watched a Christmas movie, I made the decision to just watch an episode of Batwoman ─ episode 11 ("Broken Toys") of season three.

The episode was enjoyable enough, and the main female cast are all a pleasure to look at, but I won't miss the series once it's over with. I think that this episode only once hit me emotionally, and that was quite brief ─ it was when the Jada Jet character had it finally dawn on her that her daughter Ryan was Batwoman.

Anyway, my flawless source was this GOOJARA.to link.

After my sunning today, and the hot evening here in my bedroom, I would have enjoyed a second can of beer. But I do want to rise at 3 a.m. to take my bad leg for a walk ─ maybe back to the elementary school playground.

It is 9:35 p.m., so I am deeming this post complete enough.