I succumb so infernally easily. It was to be as late as 12:20 a.m. before I got to bed last night, but it could have been so very much worse if the denouement had not been deliberately accelerated.
By the way, it was raining late last evening.
I feel considerable self-disgust today, but nonetheless I did rise to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm still intent of doing some early grocery shopping at No Frills about a half mile away after it opened at 8 a.m.
My youngest stepson was still up when I rose, but he retired within a half hour thereafter. It's his life, I guess. If he wants to spend his weekend sleeping away most of each day just because he will not go to bed properly, it is his choice ─ he's in his mid-20s, and nearer 30 than 20.
I think I got on my way barely ahead of 8 a.m., and the sky was blessedly heavily overcast; but I wish the darned store opened at 7 a.m. so I could leave earlier, especially now that my damaged right knee inhibits my ability to walk.
The only strong negative about my outing was right after I had done my shopping and was newly left the store. Despite some various other people being about, some possibly retarded chap came bustling across the parking lot off to my right and diagonally behind me, calling out at me.
There were a few other people walking thereabouts, as I said, but this clown had me targeted ─ as if there is an aura about me of being some sort of easy mark. And as I also said, he was calling out to me from diagonally behind me, and thus not within my forward nor even my peripheral vision.
When I politely stopped as I looked his way and he caught me up, it was the old "spare change" plea. It was also precisely what I expected.
He was White and middle-aged, with his jacket wide open and displaying a fairly stout torso; and his complexion was oddly red ─ even his outstretched hand and wrist.
I had an idea on how much change I had, and knew it included a loonie and toonie. So I dug it out and planted it into his hand, wishing him good luck as I then continued on my way. He wasted not an instant immediately assessing just what his haul might be, not caring about onlookers.
The incident made me feel more of a sucker than a Samaritan, even though he likely only got $4.85 off me by my estimation. What especially bummed me was why this joker singled me out over everyone else around there, even though he essentially had to chase after me when there were other people coming towards and just a short ways ahead of me. He could have leisurely intercepted and panhandled them without this need to chase after me.
Truly, I felt as if I appeared to be some sort of unicorn out there in the public that was unlike other people who were more anonymous than I.
This is why I prefer darkness when I must walk anywhere. At least then I do feel anonymous.
When I laboured my lame way back home, it was to find that my younger brother had still not emerged from his bedroom for the morning.
When he finally did around 9:20 a.m. perhaps, I was well into a nearly 1¼-hour (1:13:16) video published two days ago to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: Who Is Behind Charlie Kirk's Assassination? Paul Craig Roberts and Gary Heavin.
Dr. Paul Craig Roberts was associate editor and columnist for the The Wall Street Journal and was appointed by President Reagan to Assistant Secretary of the Treasury for Economic Policy. He joins founder of Curves International Fitness, businessman, author, filmmaker and philanthropist Gary Heavin to discuss why someone would kill Charlie Kirk, trajectory of the bullet, the message this sends to people speaking out, where Turning Point goes from here, and much more.
My second video choice was 15 minutes (15:56) uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Jimmy Axed, So Now You Wanna Talk Free Speech?
Third up was another near 1¼-hour (1:12:20) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: BC, Canada Now Wants All Residents To Pay "White Guilt Tax" DIRECTLY To The Indigenous.
WARNING: BC, Canada Wants All "Non Indigenous" Residents (That's 94% Of The Population) To Start Paying DIRECTLY To 6% Of The Population (The Indigenous OR Part Indigenous) a GUILT Tax/Newcomer Type Fee Over And Above All Other Government Taxes, Mortgages And Rents.
It is already being presented and "suggested" on some municipal government land tax statements/websites. Renters may not be off the hook either...
Will This Be MANDATORY In BC Under the NDP If They Win Again?? A MUST SEE INTERVIEW.
Yesterday my brother and I had very prematurely cut from an excellent long interview, so we watched another 20 or so minutes again this morning before ─ once again ─ my brother wanted to return to his bedroom for further rest. Will we finish it tomorrow?
I needed a nap too, but I correctly suspected that my brother would be needing to make a drive to the government liquor store two miles away, so I wanted to hitch a ride. And so I returned to my bed after a meal, hoping I would manage thereafter to nap briefly.
It seems I failed. I rose maybe around 1:30 p.m. and only Bev was present and watching T.V. ─ my brother had already taken off on that errand.
I don't need my beer replenished yet, but I just wanted to do it before it became crucial.
Now I shall have to wait another three or four days before he pays his next visit to the liquor store.
My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for her long day, and was away on her fairly long drive soon past 10 a.m.
She had a largely overcast drive, but later in the morning things really began to clear up. I had that nap fully expecting that I would likely have to get in some sunning.
And so it was, but I did not begin sitting out there until 3:05 p.m., and I only remained there until around 3:57 p.m., if I am remembering right. I remained fully clothed, except for having my shirt wide open.
After that I began work on this post, then took a break for some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. I was to take another break a while later for a light supper.
While doing a little research as I worked on this post, I noticed this nearly minute-long YouTube video depicting how some chap overcame a lower quadriceps issue following surgery; the surgical aftermath prevented him from fully extending his lower leg.
I never had that surgery on my damaged right knee, but could "cortical inhibition" also be why I cannot seem to do anything that will allow me to regain the ability to unassistedly fully raise my right lower leg?
I am going to have to investigate this.
It is time now for a longer break from blogging so that I can try and watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). Earlier I had meant to watch a Christmas movie, but time ran away on me. I want to get up at 3 a.m. for a visit to the elementary school playground for some pull-ups and push-ups, so it has become too late for both a Christmas movie and then one of my regular shows, for it is already 7:03 p.m.
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I sampled a show new to me ─ the "Pilot" episode of A Gifted Man. It was considerably better than I feared, for I am not a fan of medical series.
My source was new to me ─ this Soapy.to link. It played very well, but it seemed to end just a little too abruptly and with no closing credits whatsoever despite running 43 minutes and 12 seconds entirely commercial-free, so I hope nothing was cut off.
When it was done, I discovered my brother to be home from his daily bus trip somewhere to do his social drinking.
My second and final show was Legacies ─ episode five ("Malivore") of season one. This series can be surprisingly good. A guest actress in this episode was Amy Manson who played an unnamed dryad very much capable of love. She was so touchingly presented that I found myself pretty much yearning that I had been met and been loved when a young man by just such an 'otherwordly' being.
I wish there were better photos of her in that role than this screenshot I made:
My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.
I have to hustle and get to bed, for it is already 9:45 p.m. and I still have to tend to a few things before shutting everything down.
I wish my life was far more hopeful than it is.
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