Truth and Consequences

Due to my late bedtime last night, my cellphone alarm was set for 6:30 a.m. to get me up early enough to try and normalize for some backyard tool shed exercising.

A point in my night arrived when I rose to use the bathroom, feeling quite overcome from last evening's alcohol intake and late hour. I did not check the time, and returned to bed intent on further sleep.

Then I heard what I correctly suspected was my wife entering the house. She wasted little time in getting herself to her own bed in her bedroom.

That was no sooner done than my cellphone alarm sounded ─ she must not have gotten home any earlier than 6:15 a.m.

I felt so very rough. Even an aspirin and a strong instant coffee helped little.

It was well past 8 a.m. before I got myself out to the tool shed where I only managed a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I did hold the dead hang of the last of them for a 50-count before I then tackled the squat session designed to try and rebuild strength in my right quadriceps muscles ─ especially the lower quadriceps and whatever else has atrophied or otherwise failed at the knee due to my March 1st accident that has left me possibly permanently lame.

My younger brother was already watching T.V. when I came into the house. I took that opportunity to voice an observation I have had for a couple of weeks now. Namely, the damnable baying hound beyond our backyard fence seems to have been silent for quite a few weeks. My brother had noticed this too, and speculated ─ just as I have thought ─ that maybe it has finally died.

That creature's noise has vexed me since at least as far back as 2012, so if it has finally died, I am delighted.

Anyway, I waited until just past 9 a.m. before joining my brother for our morning T.V. viewing, and when he invited me to start operation of our old T95X [it is actually T95Q] Android 9 TV Box, I led off with a 58-minute (58:18) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Women Now REMOVING Their Hijabs In Iran! A Revolution Or WW3? Why It Matters.

Then I tuned in the remainder of the movie we had broken from yesterday morning so that my brother could get further bed rest. The movie was 1954's Beat the Devil. I had previously downloaded it back in October, but I made note that my source was OK.ru ─ likely this OK.ru link.

When it finished, we got just over 17 minutes into an even older movie, but again I had to suspend it because my brother returned to his bedroom. However, this time he snarkily declared, "I've had enough of this."

Apparently the Philistine lacks much of my valuation for old film, so I will finish watching it this evening here on my bedside computer. The movie was 1931's Beau Ideal.

Granted, the acting was absolutely and atrociously exaggerated, and was far more suited for a silent film. But my brother's reaction was indefensible as far as I am concerned.

If interested, my source was published July 12, 2021, to Rumble's Classic Movies channel: Beau Ideal (1931) | Directed by Herbert Brenon - Full Movie.

I had already eaten my day's first meal when initially I had joined my brother for T.V., so I believe by 12:05 p.m. I was to bed for a very needed nap.

When later I forced myself to check the time with a mind to rise, I could scarcely believe that it was 3:05 p.m. ─ I had been in bed a full three hours! My brother had meantime not only gotten his bed rest, but he had made a beer run, and then left again on foot for a bus to take him social drinking.

I have got to try and quit overdoing my evenings. I suspect one reason the alcohol hit me so hard is that yesterday was the second consecutive day in which I had only eaten a single and early meal. Yet this morning I had to force myself to eat the fare I was having mid-morning ─ I had no appetite, and even wondered if I might find my stomach rejecting the meal.

Regardless, since my wife was still occupying her bedroom as the daylight declined, around 4:30 p.m. I went out to the backyard tool shed yet again and repeated the morning's exercise session.

She never emerged from her bedroom until ... gosh, was it something like 5:21 p.m.? Whatever the case, she showered; and then without a word to me as she passed by my open bedroom doorway to go downstairs to the kitchen area ─ and I never heard her speak a word to her youngest son nor to Bev ─ at 6 p.m. I heard her go out the front door and leave in her car.

Is it any wonder I live here in considerable despair? If this is her usual Wednesday, then she will have gone until at least Friday.

I need to get away from this life.

Right now it is 6:28 p.m., and I am going to take my usual blogging break to watch some shows here on my bedside computer. I will have a supper this time, and have it while I finish watching Beau Ideal.

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Well, darned if Beau Ideal didn't turn out to be quite the rouser! A battle scene was superbly exciting.

My brother is an idiot. (I believe he got back home just before I began to watch the old movie here in my bedroom.)

Next I grudgingly watched The Flash ─ episode eight ("Partners in Time") of season 9. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The episode was actually pretty good.

A guest actress portraying villainess Lady Chronos was Diana Bang. As a regular person she looked plain enough, but whitefaced as Lady Chronos, she starkly stood right out!

Yet there was no suggestion that the actress was packing this awesome bod!

What a magnificent young woman! Hard to believe she's in her mid-40s.

Anyway, I got to drink a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), but I wanted another.

So I tuned in Superman & Lois ─ episode 11 ("Truth and Consequences") of season two. My source was this CineGo.co link.

My Lord! This one was to break me right up ─ I loved it! I bloody wept.

It made me lament that God does nothing to nurture and enhance that which is my most basic nature. I just ... waste away, degrading with time. And at the age of 76, I have little remaining.

No way I could just go to bed after that inspiring and overwhelming episode.

Nor stop drinking ─ at least, a little more.

And so I accommodated by pouring a half shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum (40% alcohol) and tuning in the sitcom Whitney ─ episode two ("Poor Whitney") of season two. My source was a CineGo.tv link.

Notice that it's slightly different from the Superman & Lois link?

That's enough for this evening. I will try to be to bed by midnight at worst, but right now it is 11:13 p.m.