When my 5 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded, I was reluctant to get up. In truth, I did not. I remained in bed with slightly further sleep and rose just past 6 a.m.
After spending a little time here at my bedside computer, I went outside and watered the front yard garden flowers. Then I went out to the backyard tool shed and ─ sticking to my latest off-day schedule of minimum effort pull-ups and chin-ups, I just did one repetition in each of the six sets, and held the descent of the last of them for a 60-count dead hang.
But I had my usual 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right knee.
When I came back into the house, I was most surprised to find my wife in the kitchen. She was up for the day. My younger brother later wondered to me if maybe she is still adjusting to our time zone after spending five or so weeks visiting her mother and family back in Thailand. That country is presently 14 hours ahead of us.
I don't recall just when he rose, but it was probably within 8 - 8:30 a.m.
A little past 9 a.m. I joined him for morning T.V.
When he issued his invitation for me to begin operating our Android TV Box, none of the first four or so videos I gave a shot were worth a mention, so I tuned in Shetland ─ episode three ("Dead Water – Part 1") of season or series two.
Around 10:20 a.m. my wife rather surprised me by bidding my brother and I adieu as she apparently left for what was likely her first full day back to work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
At least I presume that was her destination.
Anyway, following Shetland I gave the new audio booster app a try that I had downloaded into our Android TV Box earlier this morning. It worked in that it boosted the volume of the movie I had previously downloaded but which our Android TV Box's MX Media player barely made audible.
The movie audio track itself has the annoying feature of having muted conversation while every other sound is blaring ─ and there are loads of irritating 'gangster' music and all kinds of sounds of war. So even though I am now able to crank up the volume to hear dialogue, the damned sound effects are so outrageously loud that I have to keep the volume of the dialogue lower than makes hearing of the conversation an easy matter.
We only watched the first 48 minutes of so of the movie due to my brother's desire to return to his bedroom for further rest, so the remainder must await ─ probably tomorrow. I will report a little further about the movie when we have finished it, but I will at least identify that is is 2014's Monsters: Dark Continent.
The early morning had been brilliantly sunny, helping to effectively eradicate a weak notion that I had of doing some early local grocery shopping around the time that the store opened at 8 a.m. But with my wife up by then, I would not have gone even if it was lightly raining ─ conditions most favourable where me getting out on this sort of errand is concerned, for I abhor being public when everyone else is out there.
But the later morning was to cloud right over. I know that I need to gain some sunshine while it is still available this year, but doing some afternoon sunning seemed off the books. Thus, I did not seek a nap until well past 1 p.m.
Overcast conditions prevailed until just after mid-afternoon, but by then I no longer had any motivation.
I will definitely have to get out tomorrow morning for that grocery shopping. I understand that it is even possible I may have that welcome bit of rain.
Right now it is 4:51 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging and have some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom. After that, I plan to watch a show or two of some description here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
I will report back later.
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The first show I was to watch was FBI: International ─ episode six ("They Paid More") of season four.
My source was this GOOJARA.to link. It was a decent enough episode, and I was pleased enough with the outcome.
It probably was no later than 7:40 p.m. at the show's conclusion, and still my brother was not back from wherever he had bused to commence his daily social drinking.
Next I watched The Rookie ─ episode seven ("The Mickey") of season seven. It was interesting, somewhat touching, and even fun; it quite eclipsed FBI: International.
My source this time was a uFLIX.to link.
The show ended roughly around 8:20 p.m., and my brother was still not back ─ Bev was still watching T.V. downstairs alone.
It think that it was around 8:40 p.m. when he did get home.
Regardless, after taking the quarter-hour or more to thoroughly brush my teeth with coconut oil, I made the decision to watch yet another full show.
And so I poured myself a tall glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and tuned in Doom Patrol ─ episode nine ("Jane Patrol") of the first season.
I realize these shows can commence quirkily, but nothing was making sense in relation to what I have thus far watched. Nonetheless I endured until just after 15 minutes when the episode buffered to a standstill.
Utterly suspicious (it was a GOOJARA.to link), I gave this RidoMovies.tv link a shot, and it was the proper show ─ I checked later, and discovered that GOOJARA.to set me up with episode seven of the damned third season. So I bloody hope I pretty much forget what I have already watched by then. (It seems to me that the later episode was maybe 10 minutes longer.)
I became deeply wrapped up in this show, seeing myself in it in so many ways. So often I wanted ─ I was ─ "Cliff"; yet "Jane" hit resoundingly as well.
For myself, I have in my old age wearied of being a plaything or mere entertainment for a Creator God who will do nothing to help, and only wants blind and obsequious obedience from each of us under threat of eternal destruction.
I say to just destroy me once I die after this pathetic and unfulfilled life. I do not require being resurrected for Judgement ─ destroy me while I sleep in death and let it be over for me. I am guilty of all charges, if that's what needs to be said in Your oppressive judiciary.
You ensured that I shall never achieve the heroic stature I dreamed and longed for all of my life ─ a protector, and nurturer. Instead, I am naught but a lowly peon dependent upon my family and the damned government.
It was a little difficult not delving into some hard liquor.
I had best say little more, for it is late.
I want to close with the peculiar revelation that somehow early today my $130 cheque for participation in the BC Children's Lottery that I mailed before dawn on August 19 to try and ensure got collected that day by the post office, was negotiated today ─ a non-banking day.
So I missed out on two of three early bird draws worth $50,000 due to this retardation, and the deadline for the final one is September 25. Even that sum would eradicate my pressing monthly debt payments outside of the mortgage, and free up an extra minimum of $450 each month.
I had best stop work on today's post and publish it ─ I hope I can sleep unusually well tonight. I will set my cellphone alarm for 6 a.m.
Right now it is 11:18 p.m., but it will be a while before I finalize a few things and then get everything on my computer shut down for the restart.
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