Every Day Is Shame

After my 3 a.m. alarm sounded last night ─ and rather startled me ─ I think that I wasted less time than usual in getting myself ready and leaving on the ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercise there.

It had rained at some point previous to my rising, for yesterday had been dry, but all was wet outside and heavily overcast. It was chillier than I expected, too.

I knew that in my jacket I would be exercising with a total body weight of 187 or 188 pounds.

I got a monkey bar dried for use, and began my feeble performance at two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings. I managed to open with three pull-ups, but only two repetitions in all of the following sets, each set being separated by a 30-count.

One further 30-count, and then I managed a dead hang for a 60-count.

I finished up at the nearby metal ramp with 10 very hard-won slow, full-range, decline push-ups before undertaking the slow hobble back home.

It was 4:07 a.m. once I was upstairs here to my bedside computer. And it is quite possible that I was back to bed by 5:30 a.m.

Yesterday my brother had let me know that this morning he would be visiting his daughter in Washington State, for today was her 32nd birthday. Thus, I knew that we would not be watching anything of significance together for morning T.V.

It may have been 8 a.m. at most when I rose again; and knowing that my brother was not to be home for too very long, I dressed and joined him downstairs to see if he bothered inviting me to tune in anything with our Android TV Box.

He did not; and around 9:10 a.m. he took his leave to return to his bedroom to start dressing for his trip to visit his daughter.

I decided to watch a few YouTube videos on my own, unsure if my wife had a full workday scheduled or not. (She did not, although she did have to work the latter part of today and thus left us around 3:20 p.m. on her rather long drive.)

The first video I tuned in was 17 minutes (17:49) and had been uploaded November 11 to Juno News channel: Don Cherry was right.

In the latest episode of Not ‘Sorry’ on Juno News, host and Director of the National Citizens Coalition Alexander Brown expands on a Remembrance Day theme of learning from Don Cherry’s cherished Canadian advocacy, his past “you people” Coach’s Corner remarks that never should have led to his firing, and both the Veterans and the Canadian history we need to be defending each and every day.

There’s no way around it, poppy uptake is shrinking by the year among the Canadian public. A 2023 Ipsos poll claims 72% of respondents wear a poppy in the lead-up to Remembrance Day, but we know that real number is unfortunately far lower.

Guest Geoff Russ, columnist and young conservative thought leader from publications such as the National Post and Without Diminishment, feels that real number is now closer to 33%.

Whether it’s the fault of recent arrivals or an apathetic public who have been taught to ignore our history, rewrite it entirely in the name of ‘de-colonialism,’ or to tear down our monuments altogether, to Canada’s great shame Remembrance Day is not the cultural touchstone that it once was only recently, before Trudeau and the Western World’s far-left ‘post-national’ era of self-loathing and woke.

That needs to change, with Brown and Russ expanding on that importance, as well as Russ’s recent columns on Remembrance Day, and fighting back against the “cultural barbarization of Canada.”

Next was a six-minute (6:13) video uploaded November 11 to Rebel News channel: Humane or Horror? Whistleblower calls CFIA ostrich cull 'barbaric' and 'inhumane'.

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My final video was an hour (1:01:26) and had been streamed earlier this morning to Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: It's the "End of the CFIA": Veterinarian Speaks Out | Stand on Guard.

Dr. Jeff Wilson, veterinarian and associate professor at the University of Guelph joins us today to discuss the "gong show" conducted by the Canadian Food Inspection Agency (CFIA) and the resulting tragedy at Universal Ostrich Farms.

The actual video description is longer than I care to reproduce here due to a number of weblinks, so please refer to that original description.

I need to say that I feel that at the very least we need to be rid of all upper management levels in both CFIA and RCMP. I also think various politicians and judges need permanent removal.

After that last video I had considered returning to bed for my midday nap without having a meal, but I finally decided to fix up a decent small feed of a dish my wife had invited me to try last evening; however, I had already eaten back then.

And so my wife was to rise before I got my nap. She did delay me a little, but nothing too serious ─ I was to bed quite early into the noon hour.

When I later rose, I felt unpleasant ─ it has been some weeks, I think, since I have felt that sort of decline during a nap. Fortunately, my day's second mug of hot instant coffee fixed me up.

Concerning my brother, he left around 9:30 a.m. for his visit to his daughter, and was back ... gosh, was it around 2:50 p.m. at latest? Or closer to 2:30 p.m.?

Whatever the case, I never communicated with him, so I don't know how the visit went with the young lady and her son of several months. My brother was not home to stay, for soon enough he left again on foot for a bus to take him social drinking.

The day has remained overcast, but I never noticed if we had any rain at all. I've not been monitoring.

It is a bath day for me, so right now at 3:58 p.m. I am going to break from blogging and take care of that chore. Then I will fix up some supper to eat, and probably follow that with a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying some beer.

The plan for tomorrow morning is to rise at 6 a.m. to adjust enough to handle a grocery shopping expedition to the store a half mile from here that opens at 8 a.m. It is unlikely to happen, though, if I find a sunny morning in place ─ I need as much gloom out there as possible if I am to be public.

I will finalize this post in the latter evening.

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Stripped naked for that bath, I was not exactly happy to weigh in at maybe 179 pounds.

Since here in my bedroom I am frequently listening to a local radio station now playing all-Christmas music, I was somewhat in the mood for a Christmas movie.

My selection was 2018's Every Day is Christmas. Initially I rued the selection, for immediately I detested the main female character (as well as the actress portraying her ─ namely Toni Braxton).

She wasn't even attractive to me. I was vaguely familiar with the Toni Braxton name, but I had no idea who she was or what she looked like.

Fortunately deep into the movie after her conversion from a Scrooge personality, she actually started to look attractive to me. Weird how that works.

Ultimately I enjoyed the movie, and now do not feel the tallboy can (16 ounces) of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) to be wasted on inferior entertainment.

My source was this OK.ru link, and the movie was done by 7:45 p.m. I soon noticed that it was raining outside.

As yet my brother was not back home, so as usual Bev was watching T.V. alone downstairs awaiting him.

Next I tuned in Prime Suspect ─ episode six ("Shame") of the only season. It was good, for sure. My source was this uFLIX.to link. A regular-sized (12 ounces) can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) sufficed.

I supposed the episode ended around 9:03 p.m., by which time I realized that my brother was home. Judging by his conversational tone downstairs with Bev, he is both drunk and in a subdued or restrained frame of mind.

Wanting a wee bit more, I poured a glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol) and tuned in the sitcom Whitney ─ episode 13 ("48 Hours") of season one.

I needed a better source, for I had to use all three source options offered at this CineGo.tv link, rotating them when each one would stutter to a standstill ─ most bloody annoying.

The show probably ended at 9:50 p.m. or very soon after, and it sounded to be raining rather heartily outside.

I am going to publish this post now at 10:08 p.m., brush my teeth, and finish up whatever I have left undone here on my computer. My wife has yet to return ─ I wish her to be safe.

Oh! My wife just got home!