Pirate Patrol

My 3 a.m. cellphone alarm proved unnecessary, for I was to check the time at either 1:41 or 1:51 a.m., and finding myself still unable to sleep by 2:45 a.m., I rose then.

Possibly a reason I had been unable to sleep was that I had originally required use of the toilet, yet once again that bloody annoying youngest stepson was occupying it for another damned shower, forcing me to go downstairs to his den area and use the toilet there.

This ongoing frustration he causes me can feel deliberate.

He went to bed before I left on my outing within 10 minutes of the advent of 4 a.m., but even so, I could not understand why he is so freaking late getting to bed if he is supposed to work today (even if from home).

But he did not work. It seemed as if he was spending the day in bed. Only well into the afternoon did I have to conclude that he must have managed to take off somewhere this morning without me noticing.

Anyway, as for my early outing, even though I got away into the very cool night later than I cared to be doing ─ already the eastern sky was growing vaguely blue ─ I made the nigh two-mile round trip hike to my financial institution's outdoor ATM to deposit a $696.75 cheque that my younger brother had left me two or three days ago as his share of our annual home insurance that I had paid online on Saturday.

And of course on the return trip, I stopped at the elementary school playground for what is becoming my usual performance there in seven sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

The equipment was only lightly damp, so I quite easily rubbed it securely dry with a bandana.

And so two sets of opening pull-ups (3,2); the same totals for two sets of chin-ups; and then a single pull-up in each set of pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings. A final pull-up was done between two of the jungle gym monkey bars, and I held the dead hang for a 75-count once the pull-up was completed.

Then five slow full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp before rallying and laboriously making my way home. Once here, I opted not to abuse my badly damaged right leg with any squats after such a comparatively long walk.

I was not to get back to bed until at least 6:30 a.m. And even though the sky was clear of cloud and betokening a sunny day, I just didn't feel like adding in the time to water the front yard garden plants. My wife hadn't come home last night, so it was not as if she would realize it. Besides, I had seen online the claim that we are due a little rain over tomorrow and Saturday.

Today could have been a sunning afternoon, but my brother thwarted me. As I type these words at 4:14 p.m., he is out mowing the backyard lawn. Earlier he had probably taken Bev shopping, leaving while I was napping. I cannot imagine that he intends to be busing off later this afternoon to go social drinking anywhere ─ it is far more likely that he is going to remain home and do all of his drinking here.

And so quite a sunny day gone to waste where my benefit is concerned.

If I have not made clear anytime previously why I do not sun when he is present, it is out of solicitous concern for him. He has allowed himself ─ his bare torso ─ to become a bloated, pale eyesore through his years of daily devotion to his alcoholism; and despite how harsh that may sound, I do not wish to add to whatever self-shame he may feel by seeing my tanned and comparatively muscular torso ─ his older 75-year-old brother who likely weighs at least 25 pounds less than he does.

However, let me return to the morning again.

Despite not making it back to bed until at least 6:30 a.m., I later checked the time around 8:15 - 8:20 a.m. and opted to rise, thinking that my brother might be downstairs watching T.V.

He was, but I never joined him until well after 9 a.m.

Then at his invitation to operate our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 41-minute video streamed yesterday at YouTube's AnitaK channel: They Don't Need a Warrant to Spy on You with Bill C2.

I speak with John Carpay President of JCCF about the sweeping powers of Bill C2.

LINK and template to write to your MP.
https://t.co/u3d5uMRMtx

Next I tuned in the third episode of Doom Patrol, but just a very few minutes into it came a scene of two men making love in the open bed of a pick-up truck. That was it for my disgusted brother ─ he was done with the corrupt D.C. production.

I will have to watch it on my own henceforth.

In its stead we finished watching the 50 or so remaining minutes of a movie we had begun several days ago, but twice had to halt so my brother could get his midday bed rest before he sallied forth to go social drinking.

The movie was 2017's The Pirates of Somalia. I had previously downloaded it, but cannot now certainly say from where. Nevertheless, it is available commonly online to watch, such as at this uFLIX.to link. Just know that it is quite a lengthy film ─ almost two hours with, of course, its full credits.

I was surprised by how darned attractive Melanie Griffith was ─ even hot! ─ as the lead character's mother! The lead character was journalist Jay Bahadur, unknown to me.

After the movie we watched a video almost 17 minutes long (16:55) uploaded February 18, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Time Travel Possible? Evidence Says Yes | 9 Time Travelers caught on film.

The description reveals nothing, so I am not going to bother reproducing it ─ you should be able to gather what the video is about by its title.

We then got deep into a documentary, but due to its length, it had to be postponed so that my brother could have his midday bed rest.

I had a meal, and was napping when he and Bev apparently left to shop.

By the way, he cracked open his first can of beer ahead of 4:30 p.m., so he is indeed home to remain.

Due to this being a bath day for me, I forwent my usual late afternoon / early evening exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, so this has been a day without any challenging of my bad leg.

It is presently 6:30 p.m., so I am going to take a break from blogging and soon have a supper. I've already bathed, weighing around 175 pounds when fully naked prior to stepping into the tub.

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Well, I watched that third episode ("Puppet Patrol") of Doom Patrol's inaugural season. It was good! Sure, absolutely far-fetched as can be, but very interesting. And as usual, the two actresses and their characters helped keep me involved. I am unfamiliar with Diane Guerrero or her "Crazy Jane" character, but she's so darkly beautiful ─ I originally thought April Bowlby was going to just about have me drooling in this series, but somehow she seems pretty much plain compared to the seductress she was on Two and a Half Men. Even her calves seem plain and undeveloped, yet she and her legs were devastating in Two and a Half Men. Has she been losing weight?

Incidentally, the episode write-up said that the bandaged Gay former test pilot's wife was "Cheryl", so I wasted a lot of time trying to find out who the actress portraying her was because she figured quite largely in the episode. Well, ultimately I discovered that "Sheryl" ─ not "Cheryl" ─ is played by actress Julie McNiven.

My source for the episode was this uFLIX.to link, and it played flawlessly once the episode began.

One can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) sufficed, but the episode finished around 8 p.m. ─ far too early to be calling it an evening and getting to bed.

Despite this, I killed time in other pursuits, shut up here in my bedroom and avoiding my brother.

At present, it is 9:20 p.m., and I am going to close and publish this post, and soon enough be set to get to bed earlier than usual.