Three Sides Everlasting

My 6 a.m. cellphone alarm signalled me to rise up this morning.

I opted not to do any front yard garden flower watering, and after making that check, I then went to the backyard tool shed to work up sufficient limberness to allow me to get through some sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

Once I got going, I think that I opened with three sets of pull-ups (4-2-2 reps), two sets of chin-ups (3-3 reps), and two sets of pull-ups between the metal ladder's sides (2-2 reps), holding the final pull-up's dead hang for a 50-count.

I dispensed with the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right knee because I intended to fairly soon be getting out on the one-mile round trip walk to do some grocery shopping at the market that opens at 8 a.m.

When I got back into the house, it was already just past 7 a.m.

Well, I never went shopping. Oh, I got all set to go, and then heard my younger brother stirring about in his bedroom. He was not to emerge at that time, and did not do so for maybe another half hour; but the disruption served to help deflect my determination.

It does not help that Saturday mornings seem unduly busy hereabouts in this South Asian part of Canada.

It seemed overcast out, but it's still Summery; maybe rain would have been the ticket to get me away. It would also be grand if it was darker at that point of the morning.

So I surrendered and remained home. Besides, I was expecting later to be accompanying my brother when he went to resupply with beer at the government liquor store two miles away.

I felt that I could have returned to bed, but I did not.

Awhile later, when my brother did emerge from his bedroom to watch T.V. news and drink coffee, I did join him not too very long after 9 a.m. And at his invitation to begin operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 32-minute (32:54) video published two days ago to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Angelina Ireland.

Stripped of its assets and properties by the British Columbian government, the Delta Hospice Society (DHS) fights back under the leadership of Executive Director, Angelina Ireland. How has it come to pass in Canada that MAiD has assumed the status of a "healthcare" measure effected by the administration of three "medicines"? Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) explores Canada's preoccupation with managed death with Angelina in an eye-opening exchange. Forget about "slippery slope", we are well down the incline!

What a good and beautiful woman! A whole lot of people in B.C. government do not deserve to be walking freely on this Earth.

I next tuned in Route 66 ─ episode seven ("Three Sides") of the first season. This episode seems to be the acting debut of 'sexpot' Joey Heatherton ─ she was around 16 years old in this show.

I had practically forgotten her, it has been so long since she has come into my awareness.

My source was this December 30, 2023, upload to YouTube's Classic Films & Serials Now! channel: Route 66 S1E07 Three Sides (November 18, 1960).

We were to finish with a video exceeding an hour (1:05:13) streamed June 7, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Mark Groubert and the Mountain.

In 1991, Mark Groubert and a pack of friends set out to Grand Teton to climb the mountain. Of course hijinks ensued.

It was not yet 11:30 a.m. when my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest. And since I was concerned about not missing my opportunity to resupply with more Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), I rather promptly sought my nap.

Maybe I was in bed an hour, and rose to hear him moving about in his bedroom.

We were to make the drive. At that point the sky had less haze than even yesterday, so I was convinced that I would be later doing some sunning.

Before getting to the liquor store, though, my brother wanted to run an errand at Coast Capital Savings, parking a block or so away from it in an underground parking area belonging to a different block of businesses.

So rather than just sitting there awaiting his return, I walked with him ─ which obliged him to travel far slower than he otherwise would have, for I am badly crippled. At least I got in some walking, which is rare for me nowadays.

Anyway, with that errand done, on we went to the liquor store.

I bought two flats of the beer ─ four dozen cans. The full bill? Believe it or not, $87.50. And Cariboo Malt is one of the cheaper beers, despite being so strong.

As I lamely bore my load to my brother's van where he was waiting, a chap who had been directly behind me in the lineup apparently was parked next to my brother's van, and on the passenger side.

To my surprise, he courteously assisted me by holding open the van door until I was seated with the two flats on my lap, and then he carefully closed it. An act of selfless kindness.

I noticed that his passenger waiting for him was a curly-haired girl, probably his daughter.

Once back home, I felt myself to have had enough of going anywhere for the day, so it just defies my understanding how my brother was soon to be heading off on foot for a bus to take him away to begin social drinking somewhere.

How can this daily early afternoon ritual be so damned vital to him?

By this time I noticed that the sky had hazed over rather heavily ─ it was sufficiently encouraging for me to choose to spend the time not doing any sunning.

And as I worked on this post, around 4:45 p.m. I heard it raining outside. It was heralding a passing thunderstorm, but the skies have remained deeply darkened with cloud as I type these words at 5:30 p.m.

With that now said, I am going to break from this post to have some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom; then I will have a meal, and watch something here on my bedside computer ─ justification for some beer.

Back anon with an update.

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I opted for a Christmas movie, since it was early enough ─ 2018's Christmas Everlasting. My source was to be this OK.ru link.

It proved better than I feared might be the case, but it was more interesting than particularly involving, even though it most certainly had its emotional moments that had me tearing.

One thing that was a little annoying to me is that it was supposedly only 20 or so years since our heroine had left her hometown, and there were constant reflective flashbacks by her of her childhood and also of herself just before she was to forsake the town for the big city.

The annoying part is that 20 years is not all that much time, yet she and her lead man were clearly different actors who to me had no resemblance to themselves 20 years earlier and at the present.

I don't like that sort of contrivance.

I see that I was correct in suspecting that I likely watched lead actress Tatyana Ali in another Christmas movie within the last year or so, but I was never positive. She attracted me more in the earlier movie (Wrapped Up in Christmas).

Nonetheless Christmas Everlasting was an enjoyable movie, and I put away two cans of strong beer during it, after which I was to finally have my day's first meal. I had decided to do my drinking and the movie before eating.

I'm still feeling those two beers on my formerly empty stomach.

My brother was not yet back at the movie's conclusion, but he showed up while I was shut up in my bedroom brushing my teeth with coconut oil ─ this likely took me nigh 20 minutes.

As I have been updating this post, I was considering watching another show and having some wine, but now I feel absolutely beat! It is only 9:30 p.m. at this moment, so I could at least squeeze in a sitcom, but my supper does not seem to have soaked up the earlier alcohol ─ I feel both beat and under the influence to a depleting degree that is actually bagging me out.

So maybe I will just slowly finish up whatever doings have involved me here on my computer and anon get to bed. I have no plans to rise any earlier than 6 a.m., and this time must emphatically go to do some grocery shopping once the store half a mile distant opens at 8 a.m.

We shall see. Now it is 9:44 p.m.