The Guardian Shelter

My 3:30 a.m. cellphone alarm was to rouse me from sleep; my previous bedtime had been just past 10:30 p.m., I believe.

My youngest stepson was still up, be he retired shortly before 4 a.m. The young fool had to go to work today at the office (he normally works from home), and thus was up and away maybe around 8 a.m.

Anyway, I intended to visit the elementary school playground, a round trip walk of maybe ¾ of a mile. I had not been there since Friday, I think it was, so I was curious if the older kids' eradicated playground had been replaced ─ today was the first day of a new school term.

Unfortunately, only the younger kids' playground was still my sole resource for exercise ─ this has been so since the start of July.

And the equipment was fairly damp, so I had to vigorously employ my bandana because a vague sheen of the moisture seems to linger obstinately.

Note that I had weighed myself at home just before leaving ─ dressed exactly as I would be when exercising, I was around 183 pounds. 

My performance was usual: I opened with two sets of pull-ups (six and two reps); two sets of chin-ups (three reps in each); and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (two reps in each). Always a 30-count between sets.

I then attempted a dead hang, but only sustained a 50-count before my slowly slipping grip took away any heart I had. After a 30-count I managed a hang of a second 30-count before realizing I just was not into the effort.

Then over at a nearby metal ramp I put in the usual slow full-range decline push-ups.

After that it was the plodding, jarring slow walk home, my damaged right knee showing no indication of any improvement.

I dispensed with the watering of front yard garden flowers and instead was back to bed by 6:15 a.m. or so.

I suppose that it was around 8:30 a.m. that I roused and in a short while got myself to get out of bed, for I had correctly heard the T.V. playing downstairs.

I was to join my younger brother soon past 9 a.m., and then I decided to fry myself up a couple of eggs while I waited for him to tire of that damned Morning Show he always has to check out.

When I rejoined him, he was ready to turn the T.V. over to me so that I could set loose our Android TV Box. I was to lead us off with a five-minute (5:46) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: I asked are you Team Candace or Team Fuentes?

I loved this! I envied Jimmy Dore being so firmly embraced for so long by dear little Anita!

I next played an eight-minute (8:18) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Aaron Gunn channel: Random, violent attack shocks small Canadian city.

Two innocent residents of Campbell River were viciously, and randomly, attacked in broad daylight during a recent visit to downtown Courtenay.

Why was the alleged assailant, a repeat offender with a history of violence, allowed to walk free?

And when will we, as a society, stop coddling criminals and put the safety of the public first.

As a result of suffering repeated blows to the face, Serge’s dental bridge was destroyed in the attack. Please consider supporting his GoFundMe below to cover the costs of a replacement.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/emergency-...

Our final video was nearly 1¾ hours (1:42:28) and had been uploaded November 22, 2023, to YouTube's Alpha News channel: The Fall of Minneapolis.

Alpha News is proud to present “The Fall of Minneapolis.” This documentary is provided free of charge due to generous donors. Please consider a 100% tax-deductible donation to support our work and help promote this film: https://alphanews.revv.co/movie

The film is based on Liz Collin’s Amazon bestseller, “They’re Lying: The Media, The Left, and The Death of George Floyd,” which exposes the holes in the prevailing narrative surrounding George Floyd’s death, the trial of Derek Chauvin, and the fallout the city of Minneapolis has suffered ever since.

The documentary features more than a dozen interviews with the people directly involved, including exclusive interviews with former officers Derek Chauvin and Alexander Kueng who spoke to Liz Collin from prison. The families of Chauvin and Kueng also speak out publicly for the first time.

The film also features current and former Minneapolis police officers who tell their harrowing stories from the riots, recount the planned surrender of the Third Precinct, and explain why so many of them left the job.

The crowdfunded movie was produced by Alpha News journalist Liz Collin and directed by Dr. J.C. Chaix. Cinematography by Josh Feland.

I do not at all like cops, but those who were being sacrificed to the Minneapolis rioters had my full backing ─ they should have been able to use deadly force to protect their precinct and themselves, as well as the property of incalculable numbers of business owners and even private citizens.

With a record like this documentary, I do not understand why any of the police are still serving time ─ every politician any anyone else who lied to get them put in prison deserve to go there instead. No exceptions!

My brother returned to his bedroom following the documentary, even though it may only have been 11:25 a.m. at very latest.

I think that I was back to bed by maybe 12:30 p.m. because I was certain my brother would be heading off to the government liquor store two miles away to replenish his beer supply and I figured to invite myself along. Also, I saw that the afternoon was likely going to be sunny, so I wanted to get in some sunning after having had the past three days off.

Well, I probably rose again around 1:30 p.m. and saw that he was loading up a bunch of empties into his van, so I almost began hastily readying. But then I noticed that the T.V. was off. The only reason Bev would not be installed on the chesterfield watching it was that she, too, was going to be going out with my brother on an errand or two of her own.

I judged correctly.

Fortunately I am nowhere near being crucially low on Cariboo Malts (7.9% alcohol) ─ I just don't want to wait until that state forces my hand at some point when I do not feel like going anywhere.

At least I got in some early sunning. After they left, I was out back and beginning a session at 2:03 p.m.

The point in the Summer has arrived that finds me no longer willing to put in the usual 1½ hours or more that I normally spend sunning. So this afternoon I knocked off 25% of my usual time. At 3:16 p.m. I decided I was done for today.

Since that time I have worked at blogging, I've had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, and I've had a very light supper.

I am now set to take a break from this post to watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer and indulging in some drink.

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My brother showed up before the started watching my first show ─ he was here just ahead of 7:30 p.m.

I tuned in The Guardian ─ episode 20 ("Shelter") of the first season. Man, actress Wendy Moniz is truly appealing to me!

And I only just now realized that she plays the Montana Governor on Yellowstone who has long had a 'relationship' with rancher John Dutton. Interesting development indeed, for my brother and I are still working our way through that series.

But this was a very interesting episode of The Guardian ─ and not rarely so, either.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My brother and I used to watch Shades of Blue up until sometime in 2018. We got somewhere into the third season, its final.

Well, I decided to progress with it on my own, except that I kept no record of precisely where we left off. And I have no desire to listen to him gripe about the long delay when he no longer much remembers the series.

And so my progress on my own. Tonight, I tried episode five ("The Blue Wall") of that third season.

There proved to be vague elements subtly familiar, but essentially it was almost like watching a brand new episode ... except I could tell that it likely was not.

Even so, it was remarkably gripping, and Jennifer Lopez is just about awesome to look at ─ and so it Drea de Matteo.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I made the proper choice about excluding my brother. He doesn't even know that we never concluded the series ... if he even remembers its existence.

And I can proclaim that I did not wast a second can of beer by re-watching watching it, if that is indeed what I did.

I suppose now I will slowly shut down and soon be to bed. I wanted to watch and drink more, but updating this post always takes research and time, and now it has become too late.

I will not be setting my cellphone alarm, for I want to ensure that I water the front yard plants in the earliest morn soon past 6 a.m. once it is light enough outside.

So perhaps I will call the blogging quits here at p.m.