Very Nutty

Due to poor sleep, when my 6:30 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded, I reluctantly rose and without question dressed to go downstairs to boil water for a mug of strong instant coffee with which I would be washing down an aspirin, otherwise it seemed impossible for me to have any exercise out in the backyard tool shed before too very long.

I actually lay down on the chesterfield as I awaited the boiling of my coffee's water.

After I did have my coffee, I thought that I might be hearing my younger brother stirring in his bedroom, so I wasted no further time in getting out to the tool shed.

My performance at doing pull-ups and chin-ups on the sides of the old ladder from a small child's slide ─ the ladder is stretched across some roof rafters ─ was as nominal as could be: a single repetition in each of the six sets. But I did hold for a 60-count the dead hang of the final pull-up that had been performed between the two sides of the ladder.

Then I used the two hanging ladder apparatus to attempt four sets of an assisted one-legged crouch to challenge my right knee's quadriceps to develop, doing so for a 50-count each time. I also do as much of an unassisted crouch as I can with my 'better' left leg for a 40-count, but I sure do wobble and list, sometimes having to grasp the hanging ladder apparatus to regain my balance.

I finished up with the unassisted 31 full flat-footed squats, holding the deep squat of the final one for a 100-count before rising.

I was to find my brother watching Remembrance Day ceremonies taking place back East ─ probably in Ottawa. The two minute silence was then being observed, since they are three hours ahead of us in time, and it was just past 8 a.m. here.

I watched some of the ceremony before going upstairs to my bedroom to research a couple of videos to tune in after I rejoined my brother and he gave me the green light to put our Android TV Box to work.

I knew he intended to bus away early to attend the Remembrance Day ceremonies hosted by the Whalley Legion, and that at present he was awaiting the promised visit by the young fellow who was to come to power-wash clean our home's eaves, as they had arranged yesterday.

This chap was supposed to have come yesterday afternoon, but he had phoned later on to say that he would not be able to stick to that schedule and that he would be by in the mid-morning today. My brother was not fussy about that due to his planned attendance at the Remembrance Day ceremonies.

Consequently where T.V. was concerned, there was no sense in trying to watch anything of length that was important.

Two videos that I did play through were both related to the Universal Ostrich Farms slaughter that took place this past Thursday/Friday night.

First was a 30-minute (30:22) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Rebel News channel: 'COWARDS!': Ezra Levant confronts RCMP after ostrich cull.

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Then a 27-minute (27:39) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Viva Frei channel: Ostrich Slaughter in Canada is Worse Than You Can Imagine - Update with Journalist Chris Dacey!

Finally, and strictly out of curiosity because I knew we would not even watch half of it, I tuned in a three-hour (3:08:03) video published two days ago to Rumble's The Joe Rogan Experience Podcast channel: Joe Rogan Experience #2408 - Bret Weinstein.

Bret Weinstein, PhD, is an evolutionary biologist, author, and co-host of “The DarkHorse Podcast” with his wife, biologist Heather Heying. They are the co-authors of “A Hunter-Gatherer’s Guide to the 21st Century: Evolution and the Challenges of Modern Life.”

The workman with two others showed up early into the video, by which point it was likely 9:20 a.m. My brother talked with the young fellow and then he and his crew got to work.

My wife emerged from her bedroom 10-15 minutes later to shower and ready for her scheduled full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and was on her way just after 10 a.m. 

Meantime my brother pulled out what proved to be $170 and laid it on the coffee table, saying to me that he was heading out for his bus to attend the ceremonies, and I was going to have to make the payment when the crew were done.

Apparently all they were doing was clearing out the house's eaves. I don't know if they were doing anything special like treating the eaves with a chemical, or lining them with anything ─ I have no idea. When they were finished and the young fellow rang the doorbell, he pulled out his smartphone and was showing me photos of 'before and after' scenes, but the screen seemed foggy, and I was looking at it indirectly ─ honestly, I couldn't make out much at all, although in one or two photos the eaves seemed to have a white lining. Maybe they always were so lined? I've never been up there.

Testing the young fellow ─ for I was unsure if my brother had miscounted and the payment was only to be $150 and not $170 ─ I asked what the fee that he and my brother had agreed upon was, and he quoted $170.

So I paid out the full sum.

No receipt was offered. My brother had never said anything about a receipt, so if he wanted one, then he should have stayed home and not been so eager to go drinking.

I have no idea if they even did a good job. I'm 76 years old with a badly damaged right knee, so I am certainly not going to go up on the roof to investigate. But it seems to me that $170 to clean the eaves is 'a bit much'.

At least I was to be back to bed a little earlier than usual for my nap, getting there ahead of noon. Notwithstanding, I was awake again and back up before the noon hour was done.

There was a dawning early this morning ─ maybe when I went out to the tool shed to exercise ─ that since this was a holiday, I could have gone grocery shopping when the store opened at 8 a.m.

Initially I was a little annoyed that this had never occurred to me last night. But then I realized that it was a bright and sunny morning ─ I would not have likely gone. I need overcast skies (if not rain) if I cannot have darkness. I abhor being public in bright daytime now that I am so bloody lame ─ I want anonymity and privacy.

Right now it is 3:17 p.m., so I am going to take a break from blogging and have some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. I will be doing four more of those assisted partial squats to challenge my knee. Then I think I am going to get an early start on some beer and maybe watch a Christmas movie here on my bedside computer.

I plan to rise overnight at 3 a.m. for some exercise at the elementary school playground ─ a ¾-mile round trip hobble ─ so I will decidedly not be sitting up very late this evening. I sleep poorly though, so getting to bed too early does not profit me.

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Granted that I was unsure of my Christmas movie choice, and hoaky as it was, I very much warmed up to this tale featuring Melissa Joan Hart in the lead role. I also warmed up to a rather ... 'substantial' ... Melissa, whose dimensions actually proved most comely to me.

The movie was 2018's A Very Nutty Christmas, and I watched it at this OK.ru source.

It was truly nice seeing Conchata Ferrell being her unflappable and sassy self.

Despite not being interested in a story about a male character coming to life and bringing love into some gal's heart again ─ I would have thrilled to some equivalent female coming to life and erasing some lonely man's hopelessness ─ I did snuffle a lot from emotion.

The fiction for me was that after the "Chip" character turned back into the Nutcracker as Melissa's character and he sat cosied up together in their love as Christmas Eve was ending and he would no longer be alive, she conveniently fell asleep on the chesterfield in front of the Christmas tree and human "Chip" was gone forever. Yet Melissa's character was happy and not devastated when she roused Christmas morning ─ in a similar situation, I doubt that I could have lived my life thereafter. I certainly would not be joyously celebrating Christmas.

The movie ended no later than 6:38 p.m., and my brother was not yet back from the Legion.

I had drunk a tallboy (16 ounces) can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). But of course it was too early to quit for the evening.

Thus I next tuned in Legacies ─ episode eight ("Maybe I Should Start from the End") of the first season. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link. And I drank one further regular-sized (12 ounces) can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I'm quite proud of myself where correctly identifying the national origins of attractive guest actress Ayelet Zurer was. I had no idea who she was ─ i.e., her name. But her somewhat vague accent reminded me of one other actress ─ Gal Godot.

And I was right ─ the attractive guest actress is indeed Israeli. Even so, she is nearly 16 years older than Gal. I am rather curious now to see some of Ayelet Zurer's past work.

I enjoyed the episode ─ even the near intimate closeness of character "Hope" and "Landon". Young actress Danielle Rose Russell is both lovely and definitely 'hot'. It's easy imagining being a young man again and having her growing to care for me as I once was.

The episode ended no later than 8:15 p.m. ─ right when I heard my very drunken brother having just arrived back home. Bev has already been drinking white wine since the latter afternoon, so maybe she finds him tolerable. I think she may be playing it wise and allowing him to garrulously ramble himself unconscious as they supposedly watch T.V. together downstairs.

Right now it is 9:32 p.m. and good sense declares that I should start shutting down everything I am involved with and get to bed.