Once again, I chose to not set my cellphone alarm last night when I retired ─ probably around 10:30 p.m. And although I did rise to use the toilet ─ maybe around 2:30 a.m. ─ I felt no interest in any kind of outing. Still, my bad leg needs to be used in the act of walking, I am sure; and the rest of me needs to walk as well. It's been a number of days now since last I walked ─ possibly last Sunday morning when I made my first solo shopping expedition since incurring the knee accident March 1st.
My morning began around 6 a.m. because I was too awake to easily sleep. My knot-headed youngest stepson was shut up in the bathroom, soon to shower. I think that for the second consecutive night he remained up throughout. Why he needs to sit up the night long at his computer, and spend the bulk of the day in bead, makes no sense. It is not as if he maintains websites or is trying to become a writer. At best he just plays video games with other people online.
Towards 8 a.m. I ventured out to the backyard tool shed for another session of token pull-ups and chin-ups ─ it has been at least a week now that I have been doing this, since I haven't been taking early a.m. walks overnight to the elementary school playground ⅜ or so of a mile distant where I have customarily exercised.
But I had a bit of a surprise in store out in the shed. Instead of just a single pull-up or chin-up in all six sets, I managed two repetitions in the first of two sets of pull-ups, as well as two repetitions in the first of two sets of chin-ups.
I was still limited to a single repetition in the finishing pair of sets of pull-ups between two bars, but I did hold the hang at the finish of the final pull-up for a 60-count.
As usual, I then challenged my bad right leg with some assisted full flat-footed squats, managing the final three (of 25) without any assistance.
Soon after I was back here at my bedside computer, my wife surprised me by getting up early. On her full workdays at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, she usually does not rise until around 9:30 a.m. (or even a little later).
She went outside to probably check on her various garden plants ─ she has so darned many in all manner of containers.
She was to return to her bedroom anon, but I don't know if she was seeking further bed rest or not ─ maybe. She left for work at her usual time, shortly past 10 a.m.
My younger brother barely emerged from his bedroom ahead of 9 a.m. Had I not been involved with something here on my computer, I would have gone downstairs ahead of him and taken possession of the T.V.
I am unsure of just when we were to begin watching shows together via our android TV Box, but it seems to me that it was well after 9:30 a.m.
I led us off with a 20-minute video published May 17 at Rumble's The White Rabbit Network channel: Benjmin FBenjmin Fulford May 16 2025.
That miserable title should read "Benjamin Fulford", although I believe that I have only once before seen a video of his, and I have no idea who he is.
I followed that video with Seal Team ─ episode five ("Say Again Your Last") of season two.
We finished up with two episodes of The Adventures of Robin Hood ─ my source is RerunCentury.com:
- The Youngest Outlaw (episode 13 of season one). Note that Wikipedia lists it as episode 33 of season or series one.
- The Betrothal (episode 14 of season one). Note that Wikipedia lists it as episode 15 of season one.
According to Wikipedia, it lists the episodes according to how they were released in England. RerunCentury may be listing them in the order that they were released in the U.S.A. Regardless, I may reconsider how I have been watching them and follow Wikipedia's sequencing ─ especially since RerunCentury is only offering 53 episodes, whereas there were apparently 143 produced.
I hope that none were lost to history, and that they are all available online somewhere or other.
My brother went for bed rest after that second episode. And since I was dispensing with my usual first of two daily meals, I was not too very much later in seeking my nap.
Upon rising later, the day appeared unexpectedly sunny ─ the morning weather forecast I had watched with my brother did not indicate such from what I noticed.
Wholly unplanned, and even though I did not much feel like it, I made the snap decision to get in some backyard sunning for the first time in what must surely be an excess of over two weeks. My brother had already left afoot to catch a bus and go social drinking. All told, I easily exceeded 1½ hours in the sunshine, for it was no later than 2:15 p.m. that I began, and I wound things up by 3:50 p.m.
There was never a cloud to be sighted. I am expecting some decent colouring for the time exposed.
My gosh, it is 7:25 p.m.! I am going to take a break now and round up some supper.
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Soon enough I had myself shut up into my bedroom and was watching Severance here on my bedside computer. Specifically, it was season two's episode three ("Who Is Alive?").
Dramatic, suspenseful, strange.
Holy, crap! I just discovered that a supporting actress in the episode was Gwendoline Christie, whom I well know from Game of Thrones and Top of the Lake: China Girl. There was only one scene where she did appear taller than the main character, but I thought that maybe she was standing on a bit of a hillock in the close-up of an enclosed pastoral scene.
The only reason I researched the actress was because despite her looking fearsome and rather unattractive, her eyes were quite striking. So I wondered if she was an actress whom I should be familiar with who was actually quite beautiful.
My source for the episode was this OK.ru link, but the clarity of the video was never distinct and thus always blurry or unfocussed. It played through without an issue. though.
When the episode was done, a cautious look downstairs revealed that my brother was home and watching T.V. with Bev, and using his very drunk voice. Later, he was passed out for an extended time. Due to all of this, I dared no second show despite wanting more than the single can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I had drunk. I have no intention of becoming entangled with him for T.V. together in his state.
Incidentally, part of my supper was going to be one of three of what I suspect are tilapia that were in a cardboard carton that my wife must have brought home last night.
Cooked fish still sporting their heads are difficult for me to cope with, so I need to be especially hungry. Well, this one was unbelievably oily as well ─ it must have been essentially poached in oil, for it doesn't have any crispness to it as I would expect had it been fried.
Well, imagine my revulsion when I realized that it was completely intact ─ I had tried to pull it apart, thinking it had been slit open along the belly to remove its entrails. There was no slit along its belly ─ it appears to be an entirely whole fish.
So it's back in the fridge. My wife can explain it when next she is home.
Enough blogging ─ it is 10:37 p.m.
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