Shadow of Angels: Part 1

I cannot recall my bedtime last evening, but it was definitely later than I ever intended. Even so, I believe that I set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m. to get me up because I was desperate to deposit the cheque my younger brother had written out to me as better than half of the two/fifths share for him and Bev of the property taxes coming due today.

My financial institution's ATM is nigh a mile away, and so the round trip has become quite a challenge for me now with a crippled right knee that makes my walking style a hobble. I detest walking in the day when people can see me.

After some sleep overnight, though, I found myself awake enough to be curious of the time, so I peeked ─ it was 3:25 a.m.

I hustled up and readied, and it is possible that I was on my way just ahead of 4 a.m. The sky seemed overcast; otherwise, the eastern sky would have already begun turning from black to a bluish tint with the coming Sun's imminence of dawn.

I wasn't feeling well slept, but I had no alternative but to make this trip. I still have $800 in cash as the remaining portion of their two/fifths share of the taxes, but I didn't care to risk depositing the entire package together.

I got the deposit made without incident; and as I was early into the return trip, I saw again a lass I had noticed earlier who ─ judging by how she appeared at this time to be loitering and attentive of me as I crossed an intersection towards where she was ─ might well have been hooking.

Formerly when I was hale and also not practically destitute, I likely would have coincided with her out of my piqued curiosity; but I dared not socialize in my present state, so I immediately turned left after making the crossing ─ she was maybe 30 feet farther up the sidewalk of the intersecting street.

And that was that. She was hardly going to come chasing after me.

Most of the way home I stopped in at the elementary school playground to test myself with a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, since I was definitely not going to be having my usual early morning backyard tool shed session.

Initially I made a slight attempt to pull myself up, but my arms were so painfully stiffened that the stress was prohibitive ─ a bad auger. I think then that I took the time to remove my jean jacket and also took off my cap, and gave it a second go.

This time I managed the usual two pull-ups I would normally have gotten done in the tool shed, but I had felt that a third mightn't have been out of my reach.

My sequence at the school playground is always two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and finally two sets of pull-ups between a pair of stationary rings ─ all with a 30-count break or pause between sets.

In the tool shed, almost always I am limited to a single repetition in each of the five sets following the opening set. But at the school I was able to make two repetitions in all of the subsequent five sets, which was truly a delight for me.

Since all of the equipment was perfectly dry, I then gave a dead hang a shot, and held for an 80-count.

Then over to the nearby metal ramp, I managed to hold out and get 10 slow full-range decline push-ups eked out.

This was the best performance I have had since before I crippled myself on March 1st of last year, so I was feeling some elation.

Before I had left home, I had checked the weather prediction online and it suggested some rain today, so I was not going to take the bother of watering the front yard garden plants ─ even a fast watering can take a half hour, and the past couple of times have exceeded an hour. I wanted to return to bed as soon as possible.

As I was starting up out driveway, I could scarcely believe it when I saw what I assumed was my wife's car parked in the double open carport. She had come home last night after all, I concluded ─ when she disappears late afternoon or early evening on her Wednesdays, she usually does not return until at least Friday afternoon.

Back in the house, I came up to my bedroom and had just begun loosening the lacing of a boot when it dawned upon me to weigh myself to see what sort of poundage I had been working with at the school.

I was quite easily 190 pounds. That I did as well as I did impressed me the more.

Anyway, I think that I was back to bed at something like 5:38 a.m., my cellphone alarm set for 8 a.m. in case I was in danger of sleeping away some morning T.V. time with my brother.

I always have trouble initially sleeping, but I was eventually able. Then a point came when I opted to check the time before seeking another bout of sleep ─ it was something like 7:56 a.m.

No need for the alarm once again.

My brother was to emerge from his bedroom towards 8:30 a.m., but I waited until nigh 9:10 a.m. before joining him. Not much more, and he invited me to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I decided to give a video a shot that I had only just learned of, but it was going to be long ─ nearly 2½ hours (2:25:52). It had been streamed two days ago to YouTube's KevinJJohnston channel: 10 WAYS TO STOP THE CRA - BE TAX FREE FOREVER. The Tax & Money Show Episode 117.

🚨 The Tax and Money Show – Episode 117 is here! Join Kevin J. Johnston, Canada's number one tax expert, as he shares 10 powerful legal strategies that can help you protect your money, strengthen your business, and understand your rights when dealing with the Canada Revenue Agency. Learn practical ideas for reducing financial risk, building wealth, and keeping more of what you earn. 💰

📚 Kevin explains tax rules in simple language that anyone can understand. Whether you own a business, work for yourself, or just want to learn more about taxes, this episode is packed with information designed to help you make smarter financial decisions. Every minute is focused on helping you build a stronger financial future. 🚀

Kevin opened up by first detailing the 10 methods, and then he was likely going to elaborate more fully and take questions from viewers of the original livestream.

I think that he was into the description of the fourth method before I had heard enough ─ each had thus far been methods applicable only to people who had their own businesses. Thus far the video was useless to my brother and I.

I don't think we watched 10 minutes of the show before I backed us out.

I next tried a nearly two-hour (1:53:32) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Bret Weinstein channel: The American Experiment at 250: The 332nd Evolutionary Lens with Bret Weinstein and Heather Heying.

On this, our 332nd Evolutionary Lens livestream, we discuss America’s 250th birthday. In 1776, both Common Sense and the Declaration of Independence provided self-evident truths that prompted the formation of a new nation. Built on optimism and an entrepreneurial spirit, the United States of America is fracturing along political lines, each side incapable of seeing the humanity of people who believe different things from themselves. In those 250 year old documents we see implicit recognition of trade-offs, game theory and emergence—all of which are just as fundamental now as they were then. As part of this discussion we cover patriotism, antifa, dual vs hierarchical loyalties, Trump, the World Cup, and taking advantage of breaks.

Maybe we got 10 minutes into this one ─ possibly more; and then my brother commented correctly that it was "kind of dry". At that point Bret's wife Heather was merely reading long paragraphs from the opening of Thomas Paine's Common Sense document.

And so I backed out of this video as well, and tuned in a 21-minute (21:02) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: The Greasy Loophole Canada is Using to Import This... 

The 'import' referred to is cobalt.

After that I switched over to the USB stick or drive inserted into our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we finally finished watching the very long ─ over 2¾ hours (2:50:21) ─ 2024 documentary that we put in five or maybe even six sittings to get through: American Jesuits: A History of Jesuitism in the United States.

American Jesuits may be one of the most important documentaries ever produced concerning the social and political conflicts in America today. The influence of Rome in America is one that was written about extensively by authors throughout the 19th century and into the early 20th century, with many warnings about a hidden plan by foreign powers to enslave the country. Nevertheless, most modern history books have been carefully rewritten to remove critical information that would likely warn the people about what has been happening behind the scenes for more than 200 years. Is it just a coincidence that many key figures in power today (Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Dr. Anthony Fauci, to name a few) are either directly or indirectly associated with the Roman Catholic Jesuit Order? And what will be the ultimate influence of this notorious society, which has been expelled from at least 83 countries, city-states and cities around the world? The influence of the Vatican and her Jesuit priests is the key to understanding globalism, social justice, illegal immigration, the LGBT agenda, Black Lives Matter, the infiltration of Islam and Sharia law, Covid-19, and much more.
—Christian J. Pinto

I no longer know what my source was, but it is plentiful enough at YouTube and BitChute ─ an example of the latter is here.

My brother returned to his bedroom thereafter. While I was shutting things down, I could hear a faint female voice from my youngest stepson's den area.

Sure enough ─ I noticed that he had his girlfriend with him, and she must have spent the night here. It then dawned upon me that she drives a car very much resembling my wife's ─ and thus it was the girlfriend's vehicle parked in the carport. My wife was not home after all.

And fairly early into the noon hour I was back to bed for my nap.

Apparently I rested decently because I never needed my usual second mug of strong instant coffee today.

Incidentally, I think that I noticed just before seeking my nap that it might have been very lightly raining outside. Well, early in the afternoon, it came down seriously for a couple or so hours, so no plants needed any watering today, happily. The rain wasn't enough to keep my brother from heading off afoot for a bus to take him social drinking, though.

The rain may not have stopped in the latter afternoon ─ it might still be happening very lightly.

As I type these words at 5 p.m. following a light second and final meal of my day (earlier I spent a half hour exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom), I am apprehensive about my financial plight. I still am short over a couple hundred dollars for the property taxes, so I cannot wait too long before getting some of that $800 in cash that I spoke of earlier into my account.

Aw, I don't want to talk about this ─ it really is disturbing for me. I am going to take a break now from blogging and commence watching here on my bedside computer an episode each of whatever the next three T.V. series are on my list, for I want to do a bit of drinking and 'escape' my bleak life for a while.

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My first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was devoted to Profiler ─ episode 14 ("Shadow of Angels: Part 1") of the first season. I had concern that this was to be a double episode, but fortunately it was not, so I can watch the concluding episode at my leisure.

The Part 1 episode was over by 6:17 p.m., and my source had been at Goojara-official.co.za.

Along with a second beer, I tuned in The Crow: Stairway to Heaven ─ episode eight ("Give Me Death") of the only season. My source had been published June 1, 2022, to BitChute's WizardChrisGaylord's channel: The CROW (Stairway to Heaven) - Ep. 08 - Give Me Death.

Not bad. Perhaps I will give it a considerable edge over the Profiler episode which had no resolution whatsoever to anything at all, so it was basically useless for any edification ─ not that this episode of The Crow: Stairway to Heaven evoked my emotions, either. It was just more satisfying, provided that the villain does not manifest as a threat yet again ─ I despise that ludicrous 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉.

The episode was done by 7:24 p.m.

At this point I took the 15 or so minutes to brush my teeth, for I correctly anticipated what my next show would be, since it is at the bottom of my list and that was where I had arrived. 

For my final show, I emptied out the last of a four-litre box of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol), possibly providing 13 or so ounces of the delicious blend. And I was to watch Ragnarok ─ episode two ("What Happened to the Nice, Old Lady?") of season two.

My source was at BiliBili.tv, and it appears that all of the episodes are available there.

Exceptional, topping by far the previous two shows I had watched. And it was done by 9:06 p.m.

I would love to introduce this series and that of Friday Night Lights to my brother, but I do not know how to do it without wasting my own time by having to re-watch each episode with him. Since these are shows in which one should either be sober or else very lightly intoxicated to properly appreciate and remember, the only time in which my brother could properly benefit from them would be in the latter morning when he was sober.

Consequently, I have little idea on how he can benefit from these two series as we both now live our lives.

The allure is always there to sit up and watch (and drink) more, but this is my finish line for today. I will start shutting down what needs it on my computer before doing the same to it, but right now it is only 9:38 p.m., so I will expend a little time in amusement first.

This should not be my life at 76 years of age.

I will set my cellphone alarm for 6 a.m. tomorrow, but we shall see how well I happen to sleep overnight. Still, I doubt that I have it in me to make another early hobble to achieve the cash deposit spoken of earlier even if I do waken earlier and feel unexpectedly vitalized.