76 Years

My cellphone alarm was set for 7 a.m. to allow me plenty of overnight time, but a point arrived when I felt so awake that I had to check the time to see how near 7 a.m. was.

It was only something like 4:21 a.m.

I didn't get up, but I only slept with extreme intermittence from then until my alarm finally sounded.

It was lightly raining outside. Anon I went forth to the backyard tool shed for some token exercising, undertaking six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups to help keep my body accustomed to the stress of those movements, for today has been my 76th birthday and my physique quickly becomes unable to perform these challenges if I lay off; but nor can I withstand daily maximal attempts.

In all, I had two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and I finished with two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the child's playground ladder that is all I have here to work with that I keep spread across some shed rafters:

Those two smaller rungs are long gone, but the two side bars are too thick to attain a proper grip ─ mostly my hands and fingers cup overtop each bar. And I have to stand on a chair to even reach the darned bars.

Anyway, I think that in each of those two sets of the different exercises, I made two and then one repetition ─ but slow and measured for best effect. And at the conclusion of the final pull-up between the bars I held the dead hang for a 45-count. My grip was slipping more than I felt comfortable putting up with.

A 30-count separated the sets, by the way.

Then I had the 31 deep flat-footed squats to work my damaged right knee ─ first, though, I did my best to endure my supported bodyweight on that leg after assuming a bent posture as in a single-leg squat.

It is gruelling trying to do so for 15-20 seconds even when my arms are supporting my weight by gripping onto something. I had three or four such bouts of torment.

Speaking of my birthday, I had entirely forgotten that today was the day when first I rose. I was only reminded when George C. E-mailed me a "Happy Birthday" message.

Usually my younger brother will leave in the living room coffee table the customary big bottle of rum that is traditionally my birthday gift from him, but there was nothing this morning. Last year he entirely forgot about my birthday for several days.

When he emerged from his bedroom this morning and passed by my open bedroom door ─ I was seated here at my bedside computer ─ he merely issued his usual "Good Morning". It wasn't until I joined him downstairs a little past 9 a.m. that he ventured a "Happy Birthday" ─ he had clearly only just remembered.

He quickly enough turned the T.V. over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box. I had intended to skip this first video, but I decided to tune it in after cautioning that he mightn't care for it. In other words, that was his cue to let me know and we would watch something else,

The video was 34 minutes (34:49) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Gold & Silver SKYROCKETS Off The Charts The Past 30 Days! Find Out Why Here!

Economic/Geopolitical Reasons Behind The GIGANTIC Price Increase Over The Past 3 Weeks Of Gold And Silver. The Tinfoil Hatters Win Again! Must See Interview- And Happy Thanksgiving To Everyone Here On Rumble.

Well, darned if he did not ever demur, and thus we sat through its entirety.

I can barely make it through each month ─ I have no money with which to be buying silver, let alone gold! Such videos are a total waste of my time.

The next video we watched was totally enjoyable ─ The Graham Norton Show. This was the first episode of the current season 33 that began airing September 26. Foremost to me were guests Dwayne Johnson, Emily Blunt, and Matthew McConaughey.

I want to here mention that my wife never emerged from her bedroom until well after 10 a.m., so I assumed that she never had to work until the latter part of the day. Normally on a full workday, she leaves here at that time on her rather long drive to the Thai restaurant.

But I guess she did have to work, and left at least 40 minutes later than she normally does. However, before she did leave, she came up behind me where I was basically stretched out on the chesterfield watching the show, and gave my shaven (and balded) head several quick light slaps as she wished me "Happy Birthday" ─ that was nice. She rarely demonstrates any affection in my direction.

The final show my brother and I got into was a movie, but it had to be cut short so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I never sought my nap until at least 1:30 p.m., I believe; by then, my brother had again come forth from his bedroom and was downstairs where Bev was watching T.V. Then it seemed that he may have left ─ I figured that he most likely had gone forth for a bus to take him off to commence his daily social drinking.

Well, I had my nap, and then opened my bedroom door to find a 15-pack of the Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) that I try to keep myself supplied with, as well as a 750ml bottle of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum (35% alcohol).

I had meant earlier to let my brother know that I would go with him when next he went to resupply himself with beer, so now that is not anything near to being crucial.

Apart from my latter morning mug of hot instant coffee with the works, I intended to fast until the evening's arrival. But last night my youngest stepson had directed me to a dish of rice and chunks of chicken that was for me; and my wife this morning had pointed out another dish (in the fridge) that she wanted me to eat.

I had both of theses dishe here with me in my bedroom.

Most likely their presence was responsible for an unusual intensity of hunger such that around 4:30 p.m. I caved and cleaned up both containers. I never even had the light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom that I had intended.

At present it is 7:17 p.m., so I am going to break from this post and watch a couple of shows while enjoying a couple of cans of strong beer. Maybe I will even watch a sitcom and have a little further to drink.

The plan in the morning is to rise at 6 a.m. so that I can make the half-mile walk to do some grocery shopping once the store is open at 8 a.m. Thus I need not 'hit the hay' especially early this evening.

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First up was FBI ─ episode eight ("Riptide") of season seven. I was not in any particular mood for this sort of straight-laced 'by the book' FBI nonsense when I am aware of how corrupt so much of the uppermost levels of federal agencies like the FBI, CIA, and so forth are; but the episode did draw me in.

My source was this uFLIX.to link. 

I suppose the episode ended around 8:30 p.m., and as yet my brother had not returned from his social drinking. But he showed up in a dozen or so minutes.

My second show was related to the first to a large degree. It was FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode three ("Ghost in the Machine") of season five. The villain deserved to die ─ he was too nuts to live; so that finish never much affected me. But I was a tad emotional over "Agent Gibson" bonding with young FBI newbie "Kat Vaughn" and offering her a place to stay. I hope the young lass doesn't turn out to be a nutter.

My source was this CineGo.tv link.

Too early for bed ─ or more honestly, wanting more drink in the form of a glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol) ─ I tuned in Whitney. This was the first season's episode 10 ("Christmas is Cummings").

I dig this comedy ─ and I think Whitney Cummings is bewilderingly hot. But I got scarcely a feel of any Christmas sentiment out of this episode, and I am very vulnerable to all things Christmas.

The paraphernalia was there, but not the actual spiritual atmosphere that I am so subject to.

By the way, my source was another CineGo.tv link, but just like with the previous show, I had to put up with at least a couple episodes of annoying buffering that lasted just long enough for me to nearly seek a different source.

So here I am, nearing the completion of the date of my birth 76 years ago. My brother seems to be alone and struggling with the retention of consciousness downstairs in the living room because we have stopped watching T.V. together in the evenings now that Bev lives here.

I think that she has gone to bed, whereas I watch my shows shut up here in my bedroom, so my brother is on his own.

But it's my birthday ─ not his; he is spending it as he would do normally. And I guess I am too.

Still, I am tempted to take a hit or two of some liquor before going to bed.

Perhaps I will now brush my teeth (a 15-minute job, I suppose). Maybe the urge for some concentrated booze will have abated; or my wife will have returned home.

Whatever. Right now it is 11:09 p.m., and I am going to cease work on this post.