Crossing the Line

I spent a whole lot of wakeful time over the latter few hours of my night before finally getting permission to rise for the morning from my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm. At least I was comfortable enough in bed.

The plan was to do some grocery-shopping when the store a half mile off opened at 8 a.m.

It is difficult for me to shop on Saturdays due to my perception of the day as being the true Sabbath. So when another brilliantly sunny morn dawned with heavy frost everywhere, I was too daunted ─ had it been gloomy and maybe even raining, likely I would have gone.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom well ahead of 8 a.m., although I am unsure if that factored at all into my decision not to go ─ maybe I had already made my decision.

And so a little past 8 a.m. I instead went out to the backyard tool shed to exercise, doing what translates as well for me at this late point in my life: two sets of chin-ups (3-1 repetitions), two sets of chin-ups (2-2 repetitions), and two sets of pull-ups between the rather thick and slick sides of the child's slide ladder (a single repetition in each set) that is spread across some rafters and is my sole means of these exercises. I was barely able to manage a 50-count with the final pull-up's dead hang.

Then I got at the squat work to try and rehabilitate my damaged right knee and lower quadriceps muscles.

After that it was back into the house and this bedside computer until a little past 9 a.m. when I joined my brother for some morning T.V.

At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I began with a 41-minute (41:47) video published yesterday to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Eddie Cornell: Emergencies Act ruled unconstitutional - again!

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) goes "In Hot" with Eddie Cornell, one of two Canadians who had standing in the Federal Court of Appeal review of the invocation of the Emergencies Act by the Liberal government of 2022. Given the crushing of the government's arguments in favour of martial law by the three-judge panel, one wonders how the Liberal government of today can avoid any apology for its overreaches. Not to mention the sheer vindictiveness of its actions in cancelling the financial accounts of Mr. Cornell and many others. One is left wondering, absent such an apology, is this same government planning on revising the Emergencies Act to justify invoking martial law against us again should we dare ask questions of it?

Then I tuned in what was to be our second and final show. It was Chilling Adventures of Sabrina ─ episode four ("Chapter Thirty-Two: The Imp of the Perverse") of season or Part four.

When it was done, even though it was not quite 11 a.m., my brother announced his return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I never sought my nap until midway through the noon hour, but I was to exceed 2½ hours in bed, to my surprise. Even then, my eyes were burning somewhat and I felt ill recovered. It was already into the second half of the afternoon, so I had some doubt if I would bother the light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, but an hour or so later I did tackle it.

My wife ─ whom I did not hear come home last night ─ apparently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she did not emerge from her bedroom until towards 10 a.m. to shower and such, and was not away on her rather long drive until towards 10:30 a.m.

I have not heard a word from her about the $500 she got from me four or so weeks ago. She has twice been paid since then; and she also received some mystery payment in the mail from which restitution was supposed to come to me, but never did.

I only made it through the month because of a quarterly RRIF payment topping $501 that I had received a week or so ago. I was lucky, because sometimes the payment is only in the $200 range.

This neglect from her cannot be forgotten. I must not allow her to abuse me financially any longer with her last-minute tales of some great woe of financial desperation.

I only wish that God would supplement me with the means to leave this household honourably and move far from here.

Tomorrow morning I just may go and restock on beer locally (a private liquor store) rather than do the grocery shopping I didn't do this morning, for I cannot seem to find myself available to accompany my brother when he makes his occasional early afternoon four-mile round drives to restock his own beer supply at the nearest government liquor store.

I'm usually still napping when he goes.

Right now it is 5:55 p.m., and it is time for me to break from blogging so I can have a meal (my first and only meal today), and then watch two or three shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a little drinking.

I will finish the post into the latter evening.

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My first show was another great episode of Friday Night Lights, although the episode was mostly a downer. I am speaking of episode eight ("Crossing the Line") of the first season. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

I was disgusted with the "Smash" character lying to his mother and even tempted to steal in order to get the $300 for a week's worth of whatever steroids or other performance enhancement drugs a female bodybuilder was pushing ─ he even allowed his church to take up a collection for him supposedly going to extra tutoring he claimed to need.

Yeah, the whole thing was disgusting. He was disgusting.

But so much else was awry in the episode as well.

It finished by 8:11 p.m., and it seemed that my brother had not yet bused back home from wherever he had gone to social drink.

And damn ─ I am so sleepy again this evening! Why so regularly of late?

My second show (and Cariboo Malt @ 8% alcohol) was Rescue: Hi-Surf ─ episode 14 ("Ripple Effect") of the only season. My source this time was a uFLIX.to link.

It was good, and finished by 9:21 p.m. Things still sounded downstairs like Bev was alone with the T.V. However, I took the 15 or so minutes required to brush my teeth here in my bedroom with the door ajar by nearly a foot; and when done and I then rinsed off my toothbrush and such in the bathroom, upon emerging I saw that my brother may have already been home, for he was reclined in his favourite chair watching T.V. in the dark downstairs with Bev.

A bit too early yet for bed despite my sleepiness, I poured a good shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum (40% alcohol) and tuned in Victorious ─ supposedly episode five ("Jade Dumps Beck") of the first season. But I was halfway through the darned thing before I realized that the episode had nothing at all to do with the episode's title!

The stupid website I used ─ this uFLIX.to link ─ had misfiled episode six ("Tori the Zombie") into that slot. Dissatisfied to leave things at this point, I located the correct episode five at this 1Movies.bz link, so that dilemma is over with.

But I did pour myself another half-shot of rum to top up what I had not finished.

Episode six was a lot of fun for me, though, because it largely featured Ariana Grande ─ what an amazingly beautiful young woman! As character "Cat" her intense earnest innocence is intoxicating and so believable ─ I would have so loved her when I was a young man. And her beautifully muscled young legs ─ gorgeous!

Consequently the result of the mix-up was not really a bad thing.

But I had best start wrapping things up so I can get to bed, for right now it is 11:26 p.m.