Early Days of Summer

Last night seemed to be my most heat-suffering yet this year, I slept so illy. Toward the end, I was pretty much just laying there awaiting the sounding of my 5:30 a.m. cellphone alarm to get me up early to water front yard garden areas where my wife yesterday planted numerous young plants

Some were so badly wilted that I cannot imagine them recovering, but I do wish them the best with the drenching their roots would have gotten from my efforts.

The sky was hazed over, if not actually clouded. And it was cool to such a degree that it seemed incongruous for my bedroom to have been as sweltering as it was when I had my bedroom window open about a foot ─ it's a sliding window, so the foot-wide opening extends upwards by over a yard, and the entirety of that opening was unobscured by a curtain.

I only have a tiny bedroom ─ how is it that the heat was retained so effectively?

Anyway, even though I only watered half the area I would normally have watered, it was still 6:30 a.m. once I was back into the house; and the water for my mug of instant coffee had slow-boiled and was ready to use.

That strong coffee was used to wash down an aspirin, of course, as I passed time here at my bedside computer.

At 7:30 a.m. I returned downstairs and tackled 10 slow full-range push-ups before proceeding out to the backyard and then the tool shed for my usual 15 minutes of exercising. That is, an opening set of just two pull-ups, followed by five further sets of pull-ups and chin-ups featuring just one repetition in each set, but the final pull-up's dead hang between a pair of bars was held for a 45-count.

Then I dealt with the squat work to strengthen my damaged right knee and quadriceps.

Back in the house I put together my day's first meal to eat here at my bedside computer.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom soon past 8 a.m. to watch his T.V. news shows and have coffee, but I waited until just before 9 a.m. before joining him.

Even so, it was nearly 9:20 a.m. before he invited me to start operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, at which point I tuned in a 12-minute (12:56) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Carney Always Forgets the Internet Exists.

We were only to watch the first half or so because Anita then seemed to just include footage from her previous video that she had livestreamed, so it seemed senseless to waste time re-watching it.

I next tuned in the two most recent videos at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel:

🞉 More UNDRIP-Canadian Homeowners Being Bankrupted On Purpose If Indigenous Bones Found (23:54) Published June 23

NEW and SHOCKING! This is a NEW story you most likely haven't seen! Canadian property owners BLINDSIDED after purchasing a property for their home, then immediately being financially destroyed by the government for the indigenous bones program. The communist agenda/UNDRIP marches forward while we watch FIFA. All Canadians must see what is happening!!

🞉 How To Lawfully Preserve Asset Wealth Before The Canadian Gov Takes It-Interview With Experts. (57:13) Published yesterday

Completely switching gears for this one show! I interview experts Bill Coughlin (well known awake realtor) and Klint Rodgers (awake Axcess Capital Advisor) to talk SOLUTIONS to the government induced homeownership burdens, AND also how to avoid OVER taxation of assets, federal taxes in a lawful way. This is a very interesting conversation on how to preserve what wealth you do have, as we all navigate this new dying economy.
Also joining the panel is Adrian Spitters whom most of you know already.
To contact Bill or Klint after the show you can email: adrian@adrianspitters.com or 604- 613- 1693

That last one was nearly an hour wasted on me ─ I didn't understand a damned thing these guys were talking about. I kept waiting for my brother to voice his disinterest, but he said nothing, so we sat through it all.

After it was done, I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to access the USB drive inserted into it, and in this our third sitting we finished watching the 2011 movie Albatross.

The first time we started watching it, I knew that the actress (Jessica Brown Findlay) portraying sexually provocative 17-year-old Emelia was familiar to me, but I just could not place the T.V. series I knew her from ─ I thought that it might be something science fictional or maybe a 'superhero' series. But it was Harlots. In fact, it was because of that role and my interest in this unusually gorgeous actress that I located a source and had downloaded the movie, but I'd forgotten that.

I probably had to use a torrent file to get the movie downloaded, but to just watch it online, you could try RidoMovies.is.

The movie was done no later than 11:20 a.m., I would say; but my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further bed rest because he planned on mowing the lawns now that we were experiencing milder temperatures.

I might have made it into bed barely ahead of noon, but I was up again before 1 p.m. My brother was indeed busy with the lawn mower ─ the sound was unmistakable. But apparently he had even made the four-mile round trip drive to replenish his beer supply, so he must not have gotten much bed rest.

And I guess before it was yet 2:30 p.m. he left afoot to catch a bus and go social drinking.

Today was mortgage day, and the fortnightly debit from my credit union account has left me with likely only around $125 to my name. Fortunately my monthly pension should get direct deposited tomorrow, but I am in a scary fix with property taxes due July 2nd.

I don't want to talk about it, so I shall not.

Towards 2:30 p.m. I availed myself of my wife's vacant bedroom and had a half hour of light exercising there.

Right now it is 4:35 p.m. and I am ready to take my blogging break to have my day's second and final meal, and then I will start watching the first of two or possibly three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking.

I will have to ensure that I go with my brother the next time he undertakes a 'beer run', for I am down to my final half dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I probably have at least half of the four-litre box of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol) remaining, but I will need to get more wine as well.

And my brother has his birthday on July 9 ─ we typically exchange a bottle of booze (he likes Scotch), so I will have to spend on that as well.

How can I make it through July to my next pension payment?

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I started off with about a dozen ounces of the wine in a glass tumbler, and tuned in the awesome Friday Night Lights ─ season two's premiere episode ("Last Days of Summer"). My source was at M4uFree.cx.

Despite my nagging and unsettling financial worries, I got decently into the episode. The Wikipedia episode description was too soft where describing the death scene, however:

As Landry goes inside, the man approaches Tyra at the parking lot. He tries to force himself onto her, until Landry arrives and pushes him aside. The man starts walking away, claiming he will return. Landry then picks up a nearby pipe and brutally hits the man in the head twice, knocking him unconscious.

The attacker was violently forcing himself onto Tyra, but there was more involved when Landry intervened than Landry merely pushing the guy aside, and then the attacker walking away threatening a return confrontation with Tyra.

When Landry interceded, he got decked for his interference. Being a teen, he likely never got slugged by a rugged adult before. No doubt feeling relatively powerless at being able to protect Tyra, he grabbed the pipe (if that's what it was) and smote the guy on the back of the head as the guy was heading back to his car.

But the guy was only stunned and never fell to the ground, so Landry hit him a second time in his anger and panic.

It was perfectly believable.

Now, this could cement the relationship between Landry and Tyra; or it is going to destroy even their budding friendship.

Whatever the case, the episode was done by 6:17 p.m.

A can of beer accompanied me through my next show, Sight Unseen ─ episode seven ("Papa Don't Preach") of season two. And again, my source was at M4uFree.cx.

Sure, the show was diverting enough, but nowhere near Friday Night Lights. 

And it was over by 7:40 p.m.

I chose next to spend the 15 or so minutes to brush my teeth before watching my third show.

With my second and final beer of the evening to hand, I somewhat reluctantly tuned in The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode three ("Border") of season five. My source was at TVSeries.video.

There was one extremely touching scene when Aunt Lydia wept in repentance at comatose Janine's bedside as she prayed to God to save Janine and not punish her if it was some manner of lesson directed at Aunt Lydia ─ she vowed amendment for her past cruel choices if only God would spare Janine.

The scene was exceptionally believable to me.

I don't know what the 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 is going on with very pregnant Serena, but she is making some dreadfully bad choices in seeking to retain status in Gilead ─ she needs her ass kicked. Her Canadian 'guardian' seem emotionally attached to her, and she may well feel something for him. But if she does not, and is only playing along in case he may have future use, then she must fall, despite me wanting her to have a full turnaround.

I place The Handmaid's Tale episode well ahead of Sight Unseen where my appreciation ranking is concerned, but it is well behind Friday Night Lights ─ my current favourite series.

The Handmaid's Tale was done by 9:12 p.m., and my brother likely returned at some point during it ─ I didn't notice that he had done so while I was having the extended break to brush my teeth.

Supposedly we are to have rain showers overnight, so it should not be necessary for me to be getting up at 5:30 a.m. for the extended hour-long (or more) watering routine that has become the watering norm now in the deepest heat of sunny Summer.

Right now it is 9:54 p.m., so I am going to call it quits with today's blogging and get this post published.