Fault

I had gone to bed last evening unsure of what I might be doing this morning ─ I had even considered some sort of local shopping if I could force myself away in time for a store's 8 a.m. opening. Thus, I never bothered setting my cellphone alarm.

A point arrived in the night when I felt unexpectedly rested, so I peeked at the time ─ it was not quite yet 3:30 a.m.

So heck, why not just rise and go to the elementary school playground maybe ¼-mile away and get some exercise there?

And so I did.

My bad right leg quickly slows my progress, although initially I start off in beguiling fashion.

The sky was overcast, but all was dry.

Just as I was approaching the school, I noticed a raccoon beginning to cross the street I was on, and just ahead of me ─ it was intending to cross to my side, and we would have coincided if it did not finally notice me so near.

It froze on its side of the street, while I continued along in my rather slow and measured fashion, apparently not immediately posing a threat to the animal. I feigned not being aware of ─ or at least not concerned of ─ the critter, so this probably helped curb any alarm it might have been feeling. After all, if I was not suddenly reacting to its presence, or even coming towards it, then maybe I was not going to be a threat.

So I came abreast of it while still walking at my rather slow pace ─ nothing different in my trajectory, either; and then I had passed along, seemingly unaware of the waiting animal, and was no longer in its immediate proximity.

I didn't deign to immediately look back, maintaining the charade of being unaware or unconcerned. And when finally I did look back as I was turning into the school property, I could no longer discern it. My hope is that it continued across the street as it had originally intended, and was not cowed by our coincidence into retreating from whence it had just come. It probably had purpose where destination was concerned, so I hope that I was not the cause of any interference to that purpose.

Anyway, I was to find the jungle gym monkey bars perfectly dry. The gymnastics-style rings were out of commission due to vandals having wrapped the chains around the extremely high cross or support bar; but then it occurred to me that I was of course bearing my five-foot walking stick.

And that was all I required to unwrap two of the rings and their chains.

At the monkey bar I was to begin with, I opened with a set of two pull-ups, and then a single pull-up in the second set. There is always a 30-count between sets.

The two sets of chin-ups that followed was identical to the pull-ups.

But at the rings, I am still stuck at being unable to elevate any more than to get my upper arms horizontal ─ so maybe a half pull-up. This was the case for both attempted sets.

Back at the monkey bars, I came close to a full pull-up between two of the bars; and then in descending, I held a dead hang for a 60-count.

After that I went over to the two parallel bars that ascend at a 40º - 45º angle to a kids' fort platform; and using the two bars as support, I performed 25 flat-footed squats, descending as low as it was possible to go without actually seating my butt onto the ground.

My lower quadriceps muscles at my knee are far too weak to allow me to descend into a full unassisted squat, nor can I rise from one once it is achieved. But at least in using the two bars for support, I am working and hopefully strengthening the pathologically weakened quadriceps assemblage that has undergone some degree of atrophying as a result of the March 1st accident that disabled me from all exercise for maybe six weeks and a little more.

However, I am gaining strength back into my upper body.

Following the squats, I went over to a nearby cement ramp and attempted a decline push-up. I managed two of them, but my bad leg is poor support in that posture and my knee sagged low enough to touch the cement when I would descend in a push-up. As yet, I still cannot elevate my leg and have the lower leg remain extended as well ─ it sags a couple or so inches from the knee, and I have no idea how to overcome that with exercises beyond what I am already doing.

Back at home, I was not to return to bed until nigh 6 a.m.

I was to have a rather intriguing dream, the details of which are mostly lost; but it seemed to involve me somehow becoming involved with a possible street-level hooker who was attractive enough, for sure. But she was likely a 'user' of addictive substances, and her quarters were a cluttered mess.

I forget how we became associated, but it involved some element of small jeopardy that saw us in some evasion along what must have been alleyways. It was sufficiently bonding that at one point when she had progressed out of an open building and turned right towards where she lived nearby, I remained. Then suddenly she was back in the open doorway almost ordering me to come along with her ─ she had clearly grown appreciative of my companionship, and was expecting me to come with her to her residence.

This was both endearing and provocative ─ the latter so much so that I was thereafter randy when I fully came out of the dream.

That happened to be ahead of 8 a.m.; and because I was certain that I could hear the T.V. playing, I correctly surmised that my younger brother must have risen especially early.

Desirous of my day's first mug of instant coffee, I joined him fairly soon after 8:30 a.m. And so it was that well before 9 a.m. he had already invited me to put our Android TV Box into play.

My choice was a 1¼-hour video published two days ago to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Victory and Vindication with Tanya Gaw and Dr. Hoffe, May 7, 2025.

Dr Charles Hoffe, esteemed family physician, joins Tanya Gaw on the Empower Hour to talk about his incredible win against the College of Physicians and Surgeons of BC (CPSBC). Dr Hoffe will share his firsthand insights into his case, the implications of the ruling, and what this could mean for physicians across Canada. This case has drawn national attention, raising critical questions about medical freedom, professional accountability, and the rights of healthcare practitioners to speak openly with regards to matters of public interest.

This outcome underscores the critical importance of safeguarding medical professionals’ right to speak freely and make decisions based on evidence, ensuring that integrity and patient care remain paramount in the practice of medicine. This is an important conversation you won’t want to miss.

This was exceptionally interesting to me.

My wife must have had a full workday scheduled. She actually emerged from her bedroom around 9 a.m., yet still did not leave for work ─ if that was her destination ─ until 10:15 a.m.

I do wish her well.

Regardless, following the above video, I anticipated that my brother might be intending to return to his bedroom for further rest earlier than might have otherwise been the case, so I decided to squeeze in a movie that I had previously downloaded.

Well, even though it is listed as having a run-time of about 94 minutes, my brother wanted us to postpone better than a half hour of what remained despite clearly enjoying it.

Consequently, I will wait until we have finished watching all of it before I offer any discussion of it, but I will identify it now ─ 2010's Monsters.

After my brother returned to his bedroom, I opted to skip my usual midday ─ and first ─ meal, and soon enough I was to bed in pursuit of a nap. I was inclined to accompany my brother to the government liquor store if he was there bound early in the afternoon.

I am unsure what went amiss, but my nap was extremely truncated ─ I found myself rising again at 12:30 p.m. or soon thereafter. This is unheard of.

My brother was to emerge from his bedroom within 10 minutes thereafter, and he then joined Bev who was downstairs watching T.V. But this was temporary ─ I think that he was assessing whether she was going to join him on the trip.

Somehow she has apparently developed a cold, even though she never leaves the house except on those infrequent occasions when she will go shopping with my brother in an early afternoon, or maybe if she has some personal business such as banking or medical appointments.

I heard him mention that he was low on beer, so when he finally came upstairs to dress for the public, I enlisted myself to go along with him on the drive. I wanted another two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol); but I also wanted to buy a four-litre box of red wine. This is intended as a beer top-up when I am desirous of a further alcoholic boost, but do not wish to add the fluid content of further than one can of beer prior to going to bed in the evening anytime I am watching shows here at my bedside computer.

And so I also bought a four-litre box of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol), a product of Okanagan Cellars.

I am going to take a break from blogging now. This is a bath day, so in lieu of the exercising I would usually engage around this time in my wife's vacant bedroom, I shall engage that extended bathing chore that I normally dislike wasting the time for.

But earlier this week I learned something that never before occurred to me concerning grounding or earthing, one of the experiences I ensure I engage whenever I sun out in the backyard.

I began wondering if possibly a bathtub could conduct the electrons that the Earth floods into anyone in direct contact with it. I knew that people can ground themselves in upper stories if they have access to contact with a long metal pipe that reaches into the ground ─ or even a metal cable that is reaching the ground.

So why wouldn't the metal piping to an upper-floor bathtub also serve for grounding purposes? But would the bathtub also conduct those electrons?

What I failed to realize is that it does not matter if the bathtub does conduct or not ─ the water does. So once the tub is filled, as long as the water is in contact with a metal drain, then anyone in the bathtub will be benefiting from grounding.

Obviously anyone showering will get a constant flow of grounding from the water, but that electron-rich flow would end in a bathtub once the faucet was turned off, breaking the stream. Nevertheless, as long as the tub has a metal drain, then all is still well.

I just have to hope that nowhere along the plumbing is there plastic piping in place of metal.

Okay, that bath break now! It is 5:31 p.m.

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We had a wee bit of rain mid-morning, by the way. But there was a fair amount of sunshine as the afternoon progressed.

With my brother still absent towards 8:30 p.m. ─ he had, as usual, taken public transport in the afternoon a short while after our liquor store visit, and gone off to indulge his need for social drinking ─ I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted. Specifically, it was episode 15 ("Double Fault") of season four.

It was pretty darned exciting ─ I absolutely despise mindless Muslim fanatics.

My source was this TVids.net link; and apart from one buffering pause, it played without complaint. However, I blame the website for imposing a new browser window by way of advertisement ─ I never even knew the window had been opened up because it hid behind the one I was using.

My brother apparently arrived home sometime during the show, and I found around 9:15 p.m. that Bev had relocated to their bedroom after her white wine probably got the better of her as she awaited my brother's homecoming.

I do not wish to go to bed as early as this ─ nigh 9:30 p.m. But I am torn as to what to do. To watch something else is risking contact from my brother, wanting me to go downstairs to use our Android TV Box to tune in two or three of our shows, but I am rather hoping to do the local shopping come the morrow that I never attempted this morning. That won't happen if I sit up late watching T.V. and drinking a few strong beers ─ I have had one while watching FBI: Most Wanted.

As I have passed time here dithering on what I should do, a peek downstairs reveals my brother passed out with the T.V. playing.

I am going to publish this post and not risk watching any further shows ─ I will just bide time here watching nothing consequential, and which will not require any loud volume to enjoy that he might hear if by chance he stands at my bedroom door listening. I will also drink nothing further.

Enough said ─ it is 10:04 p.m.