Wonderland

When my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded overnight, I made the snap decision to remain in bed and forgo the walk to the elementary school playground to essay any exercise there, for I did not at all feel adequately slept, and I wanted that deficiency cycle to end.

I was to remain abed until a little past 7 a.m., which meant something like 8½ hours there, I estimate.

Then towards 8 a.m., I sallied forth to the backyard tool shed to pit myself against some pull-ups and chin-ups, using the children's slide's metal ladder that I have spread across some rafters ─ this photo is a decade or more old:

Those two cross bars ─ that is, ladder rungs ─ are now removed to free up some space for me to exercise between the two sides of the ladder.

But the sides are too thick to allow me to do much more than cup my hands over them, although I can just barely use my thumbs to better lock in a sufficient enough grip. Notwithstanding, nothing beats having a regular chin-up bar that a person can completely wrap one's hands entirely around.

I tackled six sets, managing two pull-ups in the first set, but only one in the second set; I think I only managed a single chin-up in each of the next two sets, and the same for pull-ups between the two bars by gripping each one.

At the hang following that very last pull-up, I held it for a 60-count before getting my feet to a nearby stepladder that I have to use to reach the ladder I exercise with.

Remember, I am only beginning to exercise again after having been laid up due to a right knee accident March 1st in which I had to give up exercising for six weeks or more. When I got back at it, I couldn't even pull myself up enough to get my feet off the ground.

Further along that ladder I have a pair of apparatus very similar to these two ladder-like exercise tools that are suspended from the metal ladder ─ one from each side:

It's now too old to safely use the rungs to bear my whole weight ─ the assemblage of nylon stitching holding each rung in place has degraded and begun to pull apart from the vertical strap. But it is still useful for holding onto for support as in the full deep flat-footed squats I performed this morning to challenge the extremely weakened and damaged lower quadriceps muscles of my right leg.

With the two ladder-like structures for support, I squatted my butt almost to the floor, performing 25 of them. This also worked my patella (knee cap) that bulges, likely due to torn quadriceps muscle fibres that have healed into a bit of a mass around the top and sides of my knee.

The odd thing is that my patella slides perfectly normally despite this bulge outward ─ there is no snagging or catching when I use my knee or when I walk.

Anyway, that was my early morning story.

My younger brother was tardy in sallying forth from his bedroom, so for the second day running I had possession of the T.V. at 9 a.m. and used our Android TV Box to get a video set up.

Unfortunately, it was Odessa Orlewicz at the Libertytalkcanada channel whose video was comprised of nothing more than her talking and reading out material to the audience: The WHO Asks For COMPLETE CONTROL Of Social Media & Will Placebo's "Paralyze" New Vax Agenda?

I zone out almost immediately once she starts reading ─ she is such a bore when she does this. I jumped through the 32-minute video several times, but nowhere did she include other video clips for a little relief. It was just her opining and reading.

I love the gal, but I cannot waste my time any longer when this is all she is only going to offer. I will wait until she has a guest ─ the videos are lively then, and not a colossal snooze.

Instead, I tuned in a two-hour (1:59:21) video published earlier today to Rumble's TheWarAgainstYou channel: Epstein’s SICK Royal Pedophile Web Unravels. Is Pam Bondi Running Cover For Trump/Epstein Network??

In this episode, we dig into the dark details of Epstein’s sick royal pedophile web and the unraveling elite connections. With Ryan Matta, we tackle the question everyone’s asking: where is Bondi? Don’t miss this hard-hitting breakdown of the latest revelations and what they mean for the fight for truth. 

It was a little difficult initially getting used to how bewilderingly fast Ryan Matta talks, but the video ─ a Man in America episode ─ was exceptionally interesting. It made me keenly wish that I could provide shelter and protection for a little girl victimized in a monstrous scenario such as Ryan detailed.

Ryan Matta reminded me of fast-talking Ryan Cristian (TheLastAmericanVagabond), whose videos I am no longer going to tune in because I simply cannot stand how bloody fast the guy persists in talking. That sort of high-strung, accelerated conversational style wears me right out ─ it betokens a personality type I have never been comfortable being around.

The video's conclusion marked my brother's return to his bedroom for some rest ─ this afternoon is his "pool day" when he buses off to Donegal's Pub to rendezvous with one or more other players, I expect. And I did not quite finish getting together my day's first meal ere Bev was into the kitchen to boil water for her day's first instant coffee and to turn the T.V. back on to watch for the rest of the day until she goes to bed tonight.

I still hadn't pursued my needed nap by the time my brother came forth and then soon enough left for the day.

The day has not been entirely overcast, but I don't think any sunshine has been undimmed from high haze.

I was texted from my wife at 1 p.m. enquiring if she received a delivery since she was last home (which I believe was Monday ─ or was it Tuesday? ─ morning). A box did arrive for her on Tuesday, all the way from Bangkok, Thailand, so I informed her. Clearly, she was expecting it.

I am going to break from this post now at 6:36 p.m. to round up a supper, and then soon enough I'll be watching something ─ a movie or else a T.V. show ─ here on my bedside computer, for I have a hankering for at least a beer.

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With my brother still absent after 8:30 p.m. had arrived, I decided upon a movie ─ a Christmas movie, which would warrant two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My movie choice was 2018's Christmas Wonderland.

I was unfamiliar with lead actress Emily Osment, but she proved up to the task. However, it took a little over half of the movie and the start of my second beer before my emotions were at all finally evoked.

Oh my gosh! I just discovered that the actor portraying the school vice principal was Jake Stormoen! He was familiar, but that was because I was thinking of another actor all the while; but I know Jake from his role as the muscular "Captain Garret Spears" on the Australian series my brother and follow, The Outpost.

Why wasn't there the slightest hint that he was packing the muscle that he's got in that 'sword & sorcery' or fantasy series? No wonder I couldn't place him!

And although I knew I was likely familiar with actress Kelly Hu, I see now that it was most likely due to her role on Arrow as a recurring villainess, of course.

But returning to Christmas Wonderland, I thought that two kids portraying Emily Oswent's character's niece and nephew were absolutely endearing ─ the perfect Christmas movie children.

I kept feeling reminded that Emily Oswent had some resemblance to actress Tina Yothers from the 1980s sitcom Family Ties.

It was a pleasant enough movie, but I don't feel the need to see it again as soon as this coming Christmas. Even so, my source for it ─ if interested ─ was this OK.ru link, and it played flawlessly apart from an occasional slight static sound to the volume during the first third of the movie.

Following the movie, a peek below to downstairs revealed Bev still by herself. However, at 10:20 p.m. there was the unmistakable sound of my drunken brother shutting the front door unnecessarily hard as he came into the house.

I shall not involve myself with him at this late hour.

And yet I misspoke ─ it was my wife who had come home. Regardless, I am going to remain shut up in my bedroom and leave her to whatever she may involve herself with, for I lack the need for any society at this point in my day.

In fact, I am soon going to put myself to bed, for right now it is 10:41 p.m. ─ my brother will be 'good and plastered' whenever it is that he shows up.

What a life we all lead.