Steikje bra

After I was abed some while last evening, I heard my wife come home and address my brother about something ─ it sounded to me that she did not want the sliding glass door to our backyard sundeck left open with only the sliding screen in place.

Once more, I was not to need my cellphone alarm to get me up overnight at 3 a.m. Heck, I think it was 1:42 a.m. when I made a check of the time; and after about a half hour when I was still just as awake, I decided to waste no further time in bed, and so I rose.

Naturally, my youngest stepson was in full occupation of the bathroom having another of his infernal showers. But at least he went to bed soon after he was done.

I am now unsure, but it may have been around 3:15 a.m. before I was away on my outing to the elementary school playground, a round trip walk of maybe ¾ of a mile. The air seemed very cool, and the night sky clear.

Against expectation, I found the playground equipment to be condensation free. I had weighed myself while dressed exactly as I would be for my exercising, and I seemed to be around 183 pounds (jacket free).

The kink in the right back quadrant of my neck was not anything as incapacitating as it had been 24 hours earlier, so I was able to hit all of my recent repetition highs in the seven sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I endeavoured, each set separated by a 30-count.

The first two sets were pull-ups (3,2); the second two sets chin-ups (3,2); then two sets on the gymnastics-style rings (1,1); and a closing set of one pull-up between two of the jungle gym monkey bars, after which I held the dead hang for nigh an 80-count.

Afterwards I managed five slow full-range decline push-ups on the cement ramp ─ this ramp is a gradient serving in the stead of stairs to a side school doorway.

By the time I was back home again, it wasn't quite 4 a.m. and too dark for me to care yet to be watering front yard garden plants, so I came here to my bedside computer and spent time.

About 45 minutes later I went downstairs and performed 31 full flat-footed squats in the living room to work my damaged right leg ─ 20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and a final one that I held in the squat position for at least a 70-count before struggling painfully to a rise.

Then I spent maybe a half hour watering the plants.

It may have been around 5:45 a.m. by the time I was back to bed. Maybe it was even earlier.

Thereafter I never checked the time until well after 8:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I did not join him until nigh 9:15 a.m.

My wife had another full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and so emerged from her bedroom around 9:45 a.m. to shower and so forth, managing to get out of here on her fairly long drive just barely ahead of 10 a.m., if I am remembering correctly.

As for T.V. with my brother, once he turned it over to me so I could operate our Android TV Box, I started us off with a 16-minute (16:36) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: I Could've Had a G8! ---Trump Slams Carney's policies at the G7.

My next video choice was 24 minutes (24:20), and had been published yesterday to Rumble's galacticstorm channel: BLOWN AWAY: Exposing the Wind Scam | Steve Cortes documentary.

This documentary, produced by Cortes Investigates, shows how the colossal wind turbines are “one gigantic, expensive scam”.

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https://x.com/i/status/1934550853051945451

At this video's conclusion, my brother announced that he was having to get ready to go and fetch our old gas lawnmower that he had taken in for repair a few days ago. He never returned until maybe 11:10 a.m.

Since he still wanted to watch a little more T.V., I chose a 16-minute (16:28) video that had been published yesterday to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Mohammad Marandi "SHUTS DOWN" Sky News - Warmongering Propaganda.

NORMALIZING ISRAEL'S GENOCIDAL BEHAVIOR

Iranian academic and political analyst Mohammad Marandi, destroys, Sky News journalist Yalda Hakim during her special program on the Iran-Israel conflict.

Mohammad Marandi is one of the founders of the Institute for North American and European Studies at the University of Tehran and a professor of English literature and Oriental studies.

Original: https://youtu.be/js8WfJH4SYc

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We finished up with another half hour or so of a long movie we started watching a couple or so days ago, but we still have around 50 minutes to go ─ my brother again wanted some bed rest.

I had a light meal, and I was just getting back to bed for a nap when my brother emerged from his bedroom and apparently got busy mowing the front lawn. When I later rose ─ perhaps around 2 p.m. ─ he was getting set to head away on foot for a bus to commence his nearly daily social drinking.

The day had been mostly cloudy, but it was at least warm, so I decided to at least sit outside in the backyard and benefit from exposure to whatever sunshine I could get. In all, I may have spent as much as 67 minutes out there sunning, with the final possible 15-20 minutes basically under sunshine.

Note that the backyard lawn was not mowed, but I figured that maybe doing both lawns was a bit much for my brother.

Well, I was to find out from Bev that the lawnmower had sprung a serious oil leak. Tomorrow, my brother will be taking the machine back to the repair shop, since they must surely be responsible ─ this never happened before, and we've had the gas lawnmower for ... gosh, maybe my brother has owned it since sometime in the 1990s.

Okay, I must take a break now and have some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom ─ another round of squats to work my very bad right leg, as well as some isometrics for my upper body.

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I almost shirked the exercise because I was in the mood for a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol); but I held fast and went through with it.

Only afterwards did I watch a show here on my bedside computer. I chose Heimebane ─ in English, Home Ground. I had previously watched the premier episode of this very interesting Norwegian drama, and in doing so I had taken note of where my source had been, for the website was carrying the full two seasons.

And so this time I tuned in the second episode ("Steikje bra") at this WLEXT.is link. 

I find myself rather attracted to actress Ane Dahl Torp. There was a scene where she wore a tight red dress to a business supper arrangement, and she walked into the place in an almost ungainly, lumbering style that I have no idea is actually her own, or if she was 'in character'.

The Norwegian episode title seems to be referencing that meal ─ Google Translate suggests it equating into English as something like "steak good".

Fortunately I had some supper to eat at the beginning of the episode, for I sure went through that can of beer quickly when I thereafter opened it.

As I said, I wanted a couple of beers, so next I tuned in FBI: International ─ episode 13 ("Tuxhorn") and season three finale. My source was this Tvids.net link, but the website threw out a new browser for a website I did not allow to load ─ I shut the intruder down. The episode played flawlessly thereafter.

And darn, it was good! I even felt some emotion at its conclusion.

So I got my second can of strong beer. And still my brother was not back from his social drinking ─ that was around 9 p.m.

By the way, early this morning after I was doing squats prior to watering the front yard garden plants, I noticed that he had left me a cheque for what he calculated to be his share of our annual home insurance. I am unsure whether to attempt to set my cellphone alarm for 2 a.m. to get me up overnight to give me ample time to deposit it, a round trip walk of nearly two miles.

My wretched right lower quadriceps damage (or whatever is wrong) makes walks like that a slow go.

At present it is 9:55 p.m., so I am going to start shutting down browsers and their tabs, as well as whatever else I have open on this computer, and get myself to bed. Maybe I will set my cellphone alarm for 2:30 a.m. According to an online weather check, there is a good chance of some rain or showers by maybe 5 a.m. tomorrow, so it would be nice to avoid any of that if I intend exercise at the elementary school again.

As usual, time will of course tell. My brother is still not home, incidentally.