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.