Goodbye, Legends

My dear wife evidently had today off work. She went out into the latter morning and returned early into the afternoon, but that has been it for her thus far at 4:24 p.m. as I type these words. She's been quite busy with her gardening, something she clearly loves.

Anyway, I chose again not to rise in the wee a.m. to go out to exercise my damaged right leg, and instead did my next best to log sleep. Even so, I believe that it was not yet 6 a.m. when I rose, finding my youngest stepson still up ─ 1½ or so hours earlier I had risen to use the toilet, and I saw that even then he was up.

I don't know what's going on with him, for he surely doesn't seem to be engaged here working from home.

For the fourth early morning running I have used the backyard tool shed for some token pull-ups and chin-ups. I say "token" only in the sense that my performance is pathetic due to how overall weak I still am after my crippling knee accident March 1st that left me disabled and unable to do anything for a few weeks.

So as was the case the previous three days, I only achieved a single repetition in each of two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between the ladder sides that are all I have to work with:

As often enough explained, the ladder was laid across some rafters years ago; and the crossbar at the right was removed to make more room for pull-ups and chin-ups.

I held the hang of the very final pull-up for a 50-count, then challenged my damaged knee with 25 full flat-footed squats between a pair of apparatus very much like these:

The first one is almost excruciating due to the pathological state of the quadriceps and any other muscles or related structures at my knee due to the accident, so I start off extremely slowly and even warily as I work my way down into a full descent assisted by hanging onto rungs of that apparatus.

But ere completion of the 25, I am actually able to be finishing up with several that are completely unassisted, grossly uncomfortable to the entire knee area as they are.

I always feel much better about myself when all of this is over with, though.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom a little ahead of 8 a.m. to go downstairs for instant coffee and some morning T.V. But before I joined him a little past 9 a.m., around 8:30 a.m. I had to resort to my bed to rest my burning eyes in relative darkness.

After I joined him and soon got his invitation to start up our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 39-minute (39:43) video published earlier today at Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: Donald Trump and Netanyahu Are Scheming - Reports Of U.S. Threat To Israel Are Nonsense.

In 1948, the State of Israel was founded. While the philosophy of Zionism that advocated for a Jewish homeland in what was then known as Palestine dates back to 1897, the creation of Israel in 1948 was justified by the terrible crime of the Holocaust committed by Nazi Germany during WWII. Many defenders of Israel would like us to believe that the creation of Israel was a peaceful process on a barely populated land, however, this is far from true.

Rather, the creation of Israel was accompanied by what is known by the Palestinians as the Nakba (catastrophe), an operation in which 700,000 Palestinians were violently expelled from their land and their homes. Since that time, Israel has continued to usurp more and more land from the Palestinians who they falsely portray as a people without a history and without a culture.

Dan Kovalik is a Professor, Journalist and American human rights, labor rights Lawyer and political activist. He previously taught International Human Rights at the University of Pittsburgh School of Law.

The video host was someone named Jamarl Thomas. There was lots more to the description ─ reference links and such, so please realize that.

Next ─ switching our usual viewing to some of what used to be our evening content ─ I tuned in This is Us. Specially, it was episode six ("Kamsahamnida") of season three.

That really has gotten to be a darned good series.

Next I tuned in the downloaded video we had not quite watched half of yesterday morning. It was the T.V. series Red Cap ─ episode three ("Espirit de Corps") of the first season.

I no longer know what my download source for the episode was, nor can I find an online source for it that I can recommend to just watch it ─ weird.

The conclusion of the episode basically brought us to 11:30 a.m., and my brother's return to his bedroom to rest up. As usual, into the afternoon he would be leaving to catch a bus and go social drinking ─ generally returning rather corned as is his custom.

I had my day's first meal midday, and then my usual early afternoon nap.

By the way, while I have been working on this post, my wife left for the day ─ maybe around 5:30 p.m. or soon after. I want to put some further work on my damaged leg, so I am going to take a break from this post now at 6:07 p.m. to use her bedroom, for I am not expecting that she will return home tonight.

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What the bloody eff?

I just finished watching DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ the series and season seven finale episode 13 ("Knocked Down, Knocked Up").

How the Hell can a seven-season series just get dumped like this? No conclusions, no plot resolutions ─ nothing! This is an atrocious insult to all loyal fans.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link, which played flawlessly. But I'm pretty darned annoyed.

I finished the episode around 8:40 p.m. at latest, and it seemed that my brother was not yet home. Unfortunately, I dawdled around bloody long enough to have watched another show ─ which I wanted and meant to do so that I could add to the can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I had drunk; but by then my brother was home.

Before I knew it, Bev had already turned off the T.V. downstairs and retired to their bedroom, and my brother and she were matching whatever scant wits the pair could assemble for what seemed 15 or more minutes, forcing me to basically hide here quietly in my bedroom to avoid being involved with my brother to watch T.V. downstairs.

I am not Bev's replacement. If evening T.V. matters to him, he can get home early enough to enlist me at a sensible time. Besides, I have no doubt that he will be unconscious within five minutes of sitting down to watch T.V. after he opens his first beer and tries to watch something.

So I am calling the evening quits and getting to bed after a short time. Right now as I am about to publish this post, it is 9:54 p.m.