My Sweet

As I recall, I set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m., thinking that I would probably be checking the time earlier than that and getting up whenever that was ─ I just didn't feel up to forcing myself to rise at 3 a.m. if I actually required further sleep. I shortchange myself far too much.

If I am remembering correctly, I ended up checking the time a little before 3:30 a.m., so I did the right thing.

The plan was a visit to the elementary school playground approximately ¼-mile distant.

It was around 3:50 a.m. by the time I was on my way, finding it decidedly chilly, and the sky reasonably clear, although few stars were displaying ─ there was more cloud or haze than I was able to discern.

Just over halfway, I heard people coming along a dark side street ─ primarily, I could hear one woman's voice that never seemed to pause.

Unhappily, they were going to come out onto the street I was on darned close to when I would be passing the mouth of their dark street ─ I cannot walk a fast pace due to my damaged right leg, so it bummed me that I was going to have an unknown number of people coming along fairly close behind me if they indeed turned into the same direction I was going.

They did.

Oddly though, despite my lame pace, they seemed to be falling farther and farther behind me. And when I got to the school and risked a quick look back, I could see what I construed were two female figures coming along and rather apart, for one seemed to be walking the road edge instead of the sidewalk.

When I reached the far side of the school, I stood for a bit to witness if they were still coming along the street, or if they inexplicably were going to continue to tail along after me, but I could not see them coming any longer.

I then went to the playground, finding the equipment wet with condensation. After climbing up and busily engaging myself wiping dry a couple of the nearest jungle gym monkey bars for my use, I was to become aware that the women had advanced along the other side of the school and had reached the large pea gravel playing field backing the school, and one of the women had a very bright flashlight with a 'white' illumination.

I could see three female figures, and not just two.

At first it almost seemed like they were in the field aimlessly, but they gradually began working their way to the opposite corner of the field where there is one of those enclosed sidewalks passing for over a half mile through neighbourhoods in back of the rear yards of homes along either side, crossing one short street in one instance as well as two cul-de-sacs.

Why were there three probably young women out walking under very secluded and dark circumstances at 4 a.m.? I could only wonder. I never heard any conversation audible enough for me to recognize if they were White or South Asian ─ the latter is the majority population in my part of Surrey for miles around.

Finally free to exercise, I managed to repeat my performance of two nights ago around the same time ─ which was my best since I have recently begun seeking to regain the strength I have lost since my March 1st knee accident that denied me the ability to exercise for nigh six weeks.

So with a 30-count between sets, I opened with two sets of pull-ups (2 and 1) and two sets of chin-ups (2 and 1). The two sets of attempted pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings were also similar as before ─ each set saw me pull myself up no higher than to get my upper arm (humerus) horizontal.

I finished with a pull-up between two of the monkey bars, and held the hang at the completion of that pull-up for a 70-count.

I also did 25 full assisted flat-footed squats, holding onto a pair of bars rising from the ground at a 40º-45º angle to a kids' fort platform ─ obviously I was in between the two bars.

I can squat with that sort of assist as low as it is possible for someone to squat, but it never occurred to me until I was at least half finished to seek to use my arms to assist as little as possible, thereby forcing the atrophied / damaged lower quadriceps muscles of my right leg to work hard.

This left me unsteady on my feet afterwards, and I remained so. Nevertheless, I did finish up with two full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp. I am quite the sight were anyone to be witnessing me attempting to regain my feet after that ─ I also realized that I was most vulnerable if I had to defend myself, although my five-foot walking stick was at hand. And I had my Titan baton flashlight stun gun in a tote bag, also near to hand; and a dagger on my hip.

Back home, I don't think it was much after 5:30 a.m. by the time I was back into bed to try for some further sleep, which is never easily obtained following these outings.

Maybe around 8:15 - 8:20 a.m. I checked the time for a final look (I had checked it shortly after 7 a.m., but that was excessively early), and rose then, correctly believing that I could hear the T.V. playing downstairs, betokening that my younger brother was already up.

As usual, I waited until after 9 a.m. ere going downstairs for a mug of instant coffee and to join him.

He soon turned the T.V. over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box, at which time I led us off with a 17-minute (17:07) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Why TDS & Jagmeet blew it for Canadians + will we separate? With Clyde and Marc Nixon.

Why TDS & Jagmeet blew it for Canadians + will we separate? With Clyde and Marc Nixon. Plus, should Pierre Poilievre have gone on the Joe Rogan podcast?

Next were the two latest at BitChute's NEM721 channel, both of which were published earlier today:

🞉 Incredible Moments Caught on Camera | Best of Month #13 (16:51)

Brace yourself for the impossible! From split-second reflexes to unbelievable strokes of luck, these moments will leave you speechless. Watch ordinary people do the extraordinary, defying the odds in ways you never saw coming. Every second is filled with suspense, shocking twists, and emotions that hit hard. Will they pull it off, or will fate step in with a curveball? Stick around till the end—you won’t believe what happens next! Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and hit the bell to catch every jaw-dropping story!

Source: CAN Moment

🞉 THIS IS HOW SICK YOUR GOVERNMENT IS! LEGOLAND NOW GROOMING CHILDREN INTO "REAL ID FOR KIDS" PROGRAM! (15:50)

Source: Ones That Can SEE

Those were followed by a pair of the latest from Rumble's USAFrontlineDoctors channel:

🞉 The Difference Between Canada and America: Brian Lee Crowley (4:41)

🞉  Big Pharma Whistleblower Found Dead After Confirming Ivermectin Cures Cancer (15:50)

We finished up by getting nearly halfway through a movie that I had previously downloaded, but I will report on it once we have completed watching it.

My brother wanted some bed rest, but I ensured that he knew to alert me the next time he was going grocery shopping and I would give him a list of a few items I would like him to get ─ I am clearly not having success at getting myself out to shop locally early on the weekends, nor in the evening after dark.

I had myself my day's first meal, comprised of fare my wife had brought home from the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. And I was still seated here at my bedside computer when my brother emerged from his bedroom to announce that I had best get that grocery list together, for he was going shopping.

I did that; but when he saw it, the weight of what I wanted was beyond his expectation ─ he'd not be able to get his own shopping list dealt with.

His remedy, "Why don't you come with?"

This was unexpected ─ had I known earlier, I would have spruced up. And I wasn't even rested. As well, could I even handle Walmart at Surrey Place (Central City) with my crippled leg?

Compounding things further was the fact that the day was a mix of brilliant sunshine and drifting white cloud ─ there would be plenty of people at the mall. My brother likes to park at the side of the building farthest from Walmart, and I expressed that I was dubious of my ability to not only walk all the way through the mall with people everywhere, but any stairs would be more than I cared to publicly deal with.

He compromised, and offered to park over by the store.

And so it was.

I was on my own in the store, I discovered ─ my brother had an errand first elsewhere in the mall. So I set about building up what was to be a staggeringly heavy load for my bad leg (I refuse to wheel around a damned large basket like a helpless old man ─ I carried mine).

I was in the checkout lineup when I noticed him beginning his own shopping, so when I finished I just went outside to his van and awaited him there.

My bill was $67.65. I don't begrudge the expenditure as such ─ it is just that I have no points or related loyalty shopper arrangement with the store like I do with two other competing markets I normally would shop at. Thus, I accrued no benefit for the expenditure beyond having the items my money bought me.

Perhaps it was sufficient motivation to force me out weekend mornings to shop nearer home. However, I do not know if I could have hiked the ¼-mile home with today's shopping load had I gone to the nearest store I would have gone to on a weekend.

But on to other topics.

My wife had a full workday today, so she probably emerged from her bedroom very soon after 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready; and then as she came downstairs, she remarked in amusement to me that yesterday we had her eldest son's girlfriend visit here ─ the young man and the lady share a leased apartment near Metrotown in Burnaby.

'Twas true ─ the gal had come in lieu of her working boyfriend, bringing a flower bouquet and a Mother's Day card, both of which I laid upon my wife's bed for her to discover when she came home last evening after I was shut up in my bedroom for the night.

It's time for a break from blogging ─ I want to exercise my leg some more, as well as have a little other upper body exercise. Then I'll have my day's supper ─ my second and final meal of the day.

I am in the mood to watch some shows this evening and be enjoying a few beers if my brother retains sufficient sense to come home early enough from wherever he bused to do his daily social drinking, but I am expecting that I will have to settle on watching something here on my bedside computer while doing some limited drinking ─ his company is to be avoided if he is as plastered and late coming home has been the case the past week or more.

Bev offered that he might be consistently late as a measure to avoid her. That has actually been my thinking, but I kept silent.

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I am sure enough giving that damaged quadriceps area a working over! My entire knee area is remarkably swollen or 'puffy'.

With the arrival of 8 p.m. and its passage, I tuned in FBI: International ─ season three's episode 11 ("Touts"). It was a very interesting episode, as is usual with the series; and this one was especially enjoyable because I quite like Irish Europol agent "Smitty" as played by actress Eva-Jane Willis. The episode heavily featured her.

I had myself one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), and watched the feature primarily courtesy of this TVids.net link. I had begun the show at this GOOJARA.to link, but it began buffering a number of times before even seven minutes had elapsed, so I forsook it.

A peek outside my bedroom door afterwards ─ around 9 p.m. ─ revealed that my brother was already home. Rather newly, I think. He may have been just then finishing changing his clothes in his bedroom, and was to go back downstairs and join Bev after he opened a beer.

After writing this update, ere quite 9:20 p.m. I peeked downstairs, and there he was passed out.

This made me feel at liberty to at least watch something on the short side so that I could broach the four-litre box of red wine I bought on Saturday, so I tuned in Cybill ─ episode 20 ("Farewell, My Sweet") of season four.

This one was also watched at a TVids.net link.

I'm not accustomed to slow-drinking wine, so I expect that I will have probably doubled the amount of alcohol I had already consumed with the can of strong beer. But dang that stuff is good! I think that it's supposed to be dry, but it was sweet enough to my palate!

Alas, neither of the two shows elicited any eye-burning emotion from me, but there can't always be home runs.

Anyway, it's 10:45 p.m., so I might as well risk winding things up and getting to bed. As yet my wife is not home, so I hope she behaves and isn't courting a rough workday tomorrow, for Tuesdays generally are another full workday for her.