😈More Debauchery👹

It was well past 11 p.m. before I got to bed last evening, tragically dispirited for what I had chosen to allow myself to do. I realized that setting my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. and an outing was folly, so instead I set the alarm for 6:30 a.m. to at least get me up early enough to have some backyard tool shed exercise before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

During one wakeful period in the night when I visited the toilet, I checked the time when I was returning to bed, and it was not quite 2:30 a.m. Where sleep was concerned, I knew that I did not feel any worse than I might have if I had gotten to bed as early as I had planned last evening ─ in other words, the outing was within my reach.

But it was not really. I was far too dispirited even yet ─ nothing of the guilt and self-loathing had diminished. I looked outside and saw that all was dry. Rain is supposed to be coming and stretching over the remainder of the week, so if I do not have an outing until Friday, exercising at the elementary school playground may not be possible then.

But I need heart, and there was none for this venture, so I got back into bed.

As an aside, two nights ago while I was lying in bed awake, there were a pair of barred or hoot owls that might have been out in one of the cul-de-sac trees ─ the two were in clear voice for what could have been more than half an hour before finally going elsewhere. At one point I began to think that they were disrupting my sleep, but then I realized the selfishness of that trend of thought, and that I should be appreciative of their presence.

As then, last night I got back to sleep. And my 6:30 a.m. sounded for a number of seconds before it dawned upon my consciousness what I was hearing, so I rose. Time to dress, go downstairs, and boil water for a mug of strong instant coffee to enjoy while here at my bedside computer.

Some time elapsed; and then to my consternation at 7:21 a.m. I heard my brother stir and exit his bedroom for the morning.

Almost furious, I finally decided that I would not be thwarted just because he was not able to sleep. I would still have that essential exercise.

Then I remembered overhearing his drunken blathering with Bev last night as they watched T.V. downstairs, and she seemed to have indicated that she had some reason for getting up early, and he declared that he would ensure that she got up even if he had to drag her from bed.

With this possible early exit by them this morning, I could have my tool shed exercising at that time. So around 8:20 a.m. at most I joined my brother for some T.V. news and in doing so asked, "You've got somewhere early to go?"

Well, I was correct ─ Bev had a 9:30 a.m. medical appointment he would have to take her to, ensuring they arrived sufficiently ahead of time.

This was good news for me and allowed me that exercise, but it also meant that my brother and I would not be watching any of our usual videos via our Android TV Box. Bev was never to go back to bed after she joined us around 8:40 a.m., so they would be watching the usual drivel that the two of them watch together.

As for my visit to the tool shed, it was nothing of merit. With a 30-count between sets, I opened with three sets of pull-ups (one repetition in each); then two sets of chin-ups (two repetitions in each); and finally two sets of pull-ups between the bars of the sides of the metal child's slide ladder that I have stretched across roof rafters. I held the dead hang of the last pull-up for a 50-count.

Then it was the squats to try and regain proper use of my damaged right knee. First, four assisted partial one-legged squats held for a 50-count between the two hanging ladder apparatus. I dare not release hold on those two ladders because of the lack of muscular development at the top of my knee where the quadriceps attach. But even holding a partial squat with my good leg for a 40-count is a challenge hands-free because of my lack of balance and the strain from the unaccustomed pose.

When done those, I returned to the horizontal child's ladder and had one further pull-up between its sides and then held the dead hang for another 50-count.

Then it was the 31 full flat-footed squats (unassisted), holding the full squat posture of the last one for a 100-count before rising.

Anyway, as already said, when my brother and Bev got back, they turned the T.V. back on and there she was to spend the rest of the day. I don't know if he ever got further bed rest. I sought my nap no later than 11:30 a.m. and got in at least 1½ hours in bed. My brother had apparently been out on an errand and soon returned. Then before 2 p.m. he was gone again for a bus to carry him forth for his daily social drinking somewhere.

I got to work blogging, but took a break early after mid-afternoon for some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom (she never came home last night). I always include further assisted crouches with my damaged right leg, as well as the 31 squats practiced out in the tool shed.

Local Vancouver radio station 104.3 CHLG-FM "The Breeze" began an all-Christmas music format today, so I have that playing as of today. At one point the radio host announced the next song as being "The Waitresses Christmas Wrapping" ─ or so I thought. I'm familiar enough with the song over the years, recognizing that it's sort of an anti-Christmas Christmas song ─ I've never been able to fully recognize what the female singers are saying, although there always seemed to be a lead female voice doing most of it.

The song never much mattered to me, but I have heard it for so many darned years that I realized today that it is actually rather comforting now ─ I have come to embrace it to a large degree.

What the radio dude had really announced was "The Waitresses' Christmas Wrapping", I was to discover. The song is called "Christmas Wrapping" and is performed by a group called The Waitresses.

The song debuted in 1981 ─ no wonder it seems to me to have been around for years!

Curious about the band, for I have never seen the song performed, I came across them doing it in this YouTube video uploaded nearly 11 years ago. And I saw that I was correct ─ there is indeed a nice-looking lead songstress trying to look both tough and attractive like the style was back then.

She succeeded as far as I could tell in looking at her! So I was very sorry to discover that the lady ─ Patty Donahue ─ died at the age of 40 on December 9, 1996, of lung cancer. So come December 6 in under a month, it will have been 29 years since her untimely death, poor lady. She deserved so much better.

I am going to break now from blogging ─ it seems a good day to watch a Christmas movie while enjoying a tallboy (16 ounces) of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol)! I will be back later this evening to conclude. Right now, it is 4:37 p.m.

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Most unsure, I tuned in 2018's Jingle Belle. Since I am not Black and never grew up exposed to Black families, I cannot always identify with them to the degree of immersing myself into the story as if I was one of the main characters.

But lead actress Tatyana Ali and good writing eased that transition to a large degree and although I did not see myself in a lead role, I was able to relate to much of the movie to my own very failed life.

So there were lots of snuffling, burning eyes, and even tears from this 76-year-old viewer. It was a pretty good movie.

I used this source at OK.ru as my means of access to the feature.

I've enjoyed at least a couple earlier Tatyana Ali Christmas movies, and they're decent productions.

Since Jingle Belle ended around 7 p.m., there was plenty of time for another couple of shows and drink. Incidentally, I think that my brother arrived home soon after the movie's finish.

Next I watched iZombie ─ episode 12 ("Bye, Zombies") of season five. It was good ─ watching Rose McIver is always a treat. And now there is just one further episode remaining for me in the entire series.

My source for the episode was this RidoMovies.tv link; and I believe that the episode finished barely ahead of 8:30 p.m.

I do not plan rising any earlier than 6:30 a.m. tomorrow, so time remained for a further show and a wee more drink ─ iZombie saw me cope with a regular can (12 ounces of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

So I finished my viewing with Blue Mountain State ─ episode four ("Rivalry Weekend") of the first season. I've got to admit that these episodes appeal to my younger self!

My source was another RidoMovies.tv link, and I had a glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol) to go with it. I just wish that there was a (hot) female lead in the series ... other than the 'so-so' Black dame constantly withholding sexual favours from her gullible Black football boyfriend.

The episode probably didn't end much past 9:15 p.m.

A former (Black) co-worker of mine who loves all things Christmas at least as much as I do sent me these photos today from his apartment:

And yes, he does have more than one Christmas tree ─ he claimed to have four!

In other news, ere it was quite dark this latter afternoon, I found it to be raining very lightly ─ just enough to wet everything. For all I know, this has continued. Tomorrow's forecast is for rather intense rain.

That's enough for today. I'm going to wrap things up and get to bed. It is 10:34 p.m.