Suprise Visit

Masked up for safety because of course COVID is especially dangerous at extremely high altitudes where no hosts for viruses exist.

My wife came home last night at some point, but I never heard her.

My 3 a.m. cellphone alarm proved unnecessary, for it was 2:38 a.m. when I curiously checked the time and so decided to rise then rather than waste the remaining while.

Nevertheless, it was just after 3:30 a.m. before I was away on my ¼-mile or so walk to the elementary school playground where I hoped to manage at least one pull-up and one chin-up.

I was not pleased with how awkward walking was with my bad right leg, just above my knee. Perhaps I stressed it too much late last afternoon in challenging the damaged quadriceps musculature linking to my knee.

At least I was well treated by discovering the jungle gym monkey bars to be bone dry of any condensation under the cloud-free sky, although they were unexpectedly cold.

First I attempted two sets of pull-ups, managing one pull-up in the first set, and possibly half of a second pull-up before folding in weakness from the unwonted strain. I don't think I even managed half of a pull-up in the second set after a 30-count.

Next were two sets of chin-ups, with a similar outcome.

Then at the gymnastics-style rings, I could not do more than slightly lift my feet clear of the ground in both sets.

I returned to the monkey bars to attempt a pull-up between two of the bars, but danged if I can remember if I managed one. Whatever the case, in the descent, I held a hang for an estimated minute before releasing my secure grip. (It was actually a 70-count, but I might have counted faster than one count for each second.)

I cannot perform push-ups because my right leg cannot brace in that position ─ it is impossible to extend my lower leg and lock it out, for when I lie on my back and raise the leg, try as I may, the lower leg just droops almost helplessly by a couple of inches. So to assume a plank or push-up posture, I need to be able to securely lock the lower leg in position with the upper leg. As is, my knee pretty much touches the ground or floor when in such a position because the lower leg drags downward.

Yes, it is damned discouraging.

Once when I was at the monkey bars and straining to pull myself upwards, I noticed quite a bright star directly above. The crossbar or something briefly obscured my sight of the "star", but then I realized that no such celestial object was there.

I must have looked just in time to see a meteorite flashing directly into my line of sight, and not making any kind of brief arc across the sky.

Back home, it was probably little past 5:30 a.m. by the time I returned to bed. And I think that I remained there until almost 8 a.m.

My younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but I never went downstairs to join him until maybe 8:50 a.m. ─ a little earlier than usual because I badly wanted my day's first mug of instant coffee.

Unexpectedly, my brother appeared getting set to go out; and this was confirmed when he directed me to watch whatever I wished, for he was bound south to visit his daughter a fairly short distance into Washington State.

I seem to recall that the pregnant young woman (31 years old) was projected to have a due date sometime this very month.

I hope everything went well with my brother's border crossings, and with his visit to his only child. I was evidently outside in the backyard sunning this afternoon when he returned, for his van was here when I came into the house well before 3:30 p.m., but he had obviously left again ─ on foot ─ to catch a bus and go social drinking.

My wife had a full workday today, and emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for her long day and the considerable drive that was to begin a little after 10 a.m.

She asked me if I had yet booked an appointment to have a serious physiotherapist work at breaking up the adhesions of quadriceps muscle fibres limiting the full use of my knee. It is now a few days over two months since the accident that caused this situation.

No, I have not yet booked any appointment.

So what did I watch on my own on T.V. this morning? I am not going to bother citing the first two videos, but the third one I watched was eight minutes (8:53) and published May 1 to Rumble's NHPPA | Natural Health Product Protection Association channel: Should Efficacy Be Regulated? A Conversation That Could Change Everything.

In this exclusive interview, Shawn Buckley, President of the Natural Health Product Protection Association sits down with Del Bigtree to discuss the regulation of natural health products.

Where America goes, Canada often follows. Many of us are watching what's taking place in the United States and wondering how it will affect us here in Canada.

Del and Shawn discuss how, for decades, Health Canada and the FDA regulated natural health products as they did foods—only enforcing regulations on safety and purity – but now, billions are wasted on judging claims of efficacy

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There are other links in the description, so please refer to it if interested.

I also enjoyed a 48-minute (48:12) video published yesterday to YouTube's MCGA channel: Proof The Election Was STOLEN? & Interview With MP Candidate.

I have more proof the election was likely stolen. As well I interviewed a Candidate for MP and two Elections Canada Officials.

I finished with a 26-minute (26:28) video published May 1 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Election Outcome: What's Next? Maxime Bernier & Tanya Gaw, April 30, 2025.

Maxime Bernier, leader of the People’s Party of Canada, reviews the election results with Action4Canada leader Tanya Gaw. They discussed the impacts it will have on every Canadian, and where we go from here.

After this video I had my day's first meal, and then was back to bed in the first half of the noon hour for a nap, expecting afterwards to try and sun if clouds did not take over.

I was to get an early start ─ it was barely after 1:30 p.m. Initially thin, wispy light cloud was sometimes flooding across the Sun and diluting it, while simultaneously generating an unpleasantly cool breeze such that I very nearly threw in the towel and came back into the house.

But this was only intermittently during the first 20 minutes or so, and then Sun prevailed; I remained exposed until 3:11 p.m., if I am remembering correctly ─ so basically, 1⅔ hours.

And I have been busy blogging ever since coming back into the house.

Right now it is 5:44 p.m., and I am going to take a lengthy break. I want to rest my burning eyes in darkness for a bit, and then I will give my bad leg some challenging attention to try and get my lower quadriceps musculature to loosen up and allow me more full flexion ─ I want to be able to walk down stairs by alternating steps, and not have to place both feet on each step as I slowly make my way down.

I also want to return to performing full squats.

But first the resting of my burning eyes.

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Earlier I neglected to mention that before coming into the house after my sunning that has left me nicely and lightly rouged, I visited the backyard tool shed and ─ using the children's slide's ladder that I have spread across some rafters ─ I managed a pull-up, then a chin-up, and a pull-up between the sides of the ladder before dead-hanging from that final pull-up for a ¾-minute count (a 50-count, actually, but I am never sure if I rush those counts to under a second sometimes).

My brother was back from his drinking just ahead of 6:50 p.m., markedly drunk; but I got from him a relation of his border crossings, and they both went well by his reckoning.

As for his daughter, reportedly the plan is to induce her birthing process "at the end of the week".

Anyway, when time passed and my brother ventured nothing to me about watching any of our shows ─ evidently content with his drunken exchanges with Bev while being entertained with the drivel she enjoys watching on T.V. ─ I shut myself up into my bedroom nigh 8:30 p.m. and tuned in on my bedside computer DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode 12 ("Too Legit to Quit") of season seven.

I love that series! This one had so many touching scenes, and it ended in utterly striking fashion.

If interested, my flawless source was this GOOJARA.to link.

But 'twas too early to be getting to bed at not even 9:15 p.m., and I did have a wee hankering for a second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

So I tuned in Too Close to Home ─ episode five ("A Surprise Visit") of season one. My source played flawlessly, but until I got it going, I had to deal with at least a couple of detestable browser tab hijacks ─ the source was this MoviesJoy.onl link.

And now at 10:11 p.m. my brother just invited me downstairs, so it seems I shall have to publish this post later after midnight and pre-date it.

That being so, all further I will say is that Too Close to Home was most entertainingly dramatic and even well acted ─ and I say that as someone who almost despised the premiere episode as being soap opera. I am sincerely anxious to know what will have befallen ─ or is about to befall ─ various characters.

I have no time to dwell in the least about anything I watched with my brother. All I will report is that my wife and the youngest lad returned home together ─ she in her car, he on his motorbike ─ while my brother and I were watching our second feature.

It is late enough ─ no more at 1:17 a.m. I must get to bed ─ no overnight walk is even remotely possible.