First Date

At bedtime last night I chose not to set my cellphone alarm to rise early for an outing, even though it would mean I would have to confront exercising instead in the backyard tool shed.

As I recall overnight, a wakeful point arrived that had me check the time, and it was something like 3:28 a.m. Prior to retiring, I had considered setting the alarm for 3:30 a.m.

So yes, I could have risen then, but I was already resigned not to impose the loss of sleep to my day that would be the result of getting up then.

It was a little past 6 a.m. when at last I later checked the time and rose. I could have then gone out to water the front yard garden plants, but I would afterwards then be facing the tool shed exercising, and it daunted me.

I fussed here at my computer, and then towards 7 a.m. went out front. By then, I felt reluctant to water because there might be bees already at work, and I did not care to risk harming any with a harsh blast of hose water. Fortunately, the soil everywhere I checked still seemed moist.

But that damned tool shed ─ I just cannot deal with doing pull-ups and chin-ups on that metal ladder (to a child's slide) that I have stretched across some rafters. The sides that I have to use are too thick to allow me the potential that exists in something more conducive for gripping.

And I am so terribly inflexible and seemingly strained or overtrained that even extending my arms overhead results in some rebellion of the anatomical architecture of the shoulders and even the triceps regions ─ this state manifests all the time such that I wonder if it may be permanent. After all, not many men 75 years of age are exercising like this with all of the past damage that I have incurred over the years.

I know that I 'go for failure' each time I have these pull-ups and chin-ups ─ and on a near daily basis; this is supposedly counter-productive. But I am so poor anymore in acquiring my repetition totals that my pride cannot bear that six pull-ups in an opening set is now a maximum ─ so I keep seeking to keep matching them each day.

Evidently I cannot do so in the shed anymore. At least at the elementary school playground maybe ⅜ of a mile away I get sufficient walking to help loosen me up to some degree.

So all I managed were three sets of pull-ups (3-2-2 reps); two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps); and two sets of pull-ups between the bars (2-2 reps), with a 50-count dead hang at the completion of the final pull-up.

I was about to leave the shed before I remembered that I still had to do the 31 full flat-footed squats to try and regain use of my right knee, so I stopped myself and did those (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one unassisted held in the full squat posture for a 100-count before rising).

I want to skip the usual pointless detailing of the early part of my day, for evening is here as I type these words.

As usual over the latter half of the morning my younger brother and I watched some T.V., primarily through our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a video not too short of 1½ hours (1:22:50) that had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: What Remains| Facts about 215 & Mass Graves with Frances Widdowson.

Next up was a six-minute (5:58) video uploaded February 20, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Federal Reserve Explained - The Fed is Out of Control.

The video description is far too lengthy ─ I am not going to reproduce it.

We also watched the second half (or so) of the movie we had postponed finishing yesterday ─ 1999's eXistenZ. Let's just say that yesterday's portion was far better.

If you want to give it a go, my source was this June 26, 2024, published version to BitChute's Page Chronicles channel: 📽Where does reality stop... And the game begins❓ eXistenZ (1999) (Mystery/Sci-fi/Thriller)R🕞1h 37m.

As well, and finally, we watched 2023's Frasier ─ episode seven ("Freddy's Birthday") of the first season. My source was probably this GOOJARA.to link.

This has been a bath day, so I had a shorter afternoon sunning session (just over 1¼ hours) and I skipped any exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

Right now it is 8:05 p.m. and I am taking a break so I can watch a show and have a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). My brother is not yet home from his bus trip away to social drink.

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I am going to rush through this to get to bed as early as possible, for I want to attend that elementary school playground in the early a.m. for exercise.

I watched two shows, beginning with FBI ─ episode five ("Pledges") of season seven. My source was this uFLIX.to link. It was a good show, and I held to the one can of beer.

But it ended after 9 p.m., so I felt forced to watch something short; and to have a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) rather than a second beer.

This time I watched Whitney ─ the second episode ("First Date") of the first season. Whitney Cummings was quite the 'scrawny' yet delicious babe, I gotta say!

My source was the same website, but this specific uFLIX.to link.

Okay, I don't know if I'll get up in the wee a.m. for that walk or not, but I feel that I must try.

So time to start winding things down here at my computer, for at present it is 9:56 p.m.