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Who am I?

I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of MontrΓ©al.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Sunday, 3 February 2019

Schinus Molle for Depression Relief │ Fennel Seed Extract Protects Against Colon Cancer │ Stupid Flu Medical Advice


As expressed in yesterday's post (either here or in my private blog) that I hoped to do, I enjoyed a movie last evening. My younger brother was to spend the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev, so the T.V. was mine alone.

My eldest stepson did come home before the movie was done, but apart from inviting me to help myself to some of a big batch of chickpeas that he had earlier prepared, he left me alone.

He and his younger brother never use the T.V. They are perfectly content to stay in the boys' den area and mess about with their computer or laptop for entertainment.

Anyway, the movie was by Hallmark: Love at the Shore. I didn't want to watch any kind of movie that my brother would enjoy, and he conveniently hates this sort of 'sappy' fare.

Incidentally, I watched it via the YouTube 'app' downloaded into our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.

The movie was good as far as my needs went, and I very quickly recognized the lead actress even if I did not know her name (Amanda Righetti). As that Wikipedia article I linked to says, she was a regular on the T.V. series The Mentalist.

The movie was released in 2017, a couple of years after The Mentalist ended. And Amanda sure looked good to me!

I was always attracted to her on The Mentalist ─ tall, redheaded, and with a somewhat odd (but cute) nose. In the movie, her hair was more brunette.

I never bothered with a drink, and was probably into my bed by around 11:15 p.m.

As usual, it was not a great night's sleep. I think it may have been around 4:30 a.m. when I rose to turn on and log into my computer to have it set for later use, and then I returned to bed.

It was nigh 5:45 a.m. that I actually got up to use the computer, and eventually I was to supply a normal day's assignment of content into the new post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.

It had been suggested that we should expect some snow overnight, but there was none at daybreak. Had any fallen, it would be the first time this Fall / Winter that any accumulated on the ground, for this has been an extremely unusual snow-free season.

This paucity was not to endure, however. By the time I had finished the post work and returned to bed around 9:30 a.m., the ground had become fairly white from the light flakes of snow that had been falling for awhile.

My youngest stepson had come home in the stuff ─ I didn't even realize that he was not here in bed. It must have been around 8:30 a.m.

He has shift work, so perhaps he had worked overnight. I haven't had a conversation with him since before I had to commence this new blog, and simultaneously turn my old one of more than 10 years' existence into a private blog that only I can read.

In other words, it's been at least 10 days since he and I actually talked to one another.

But that's a tale in itself.

I did nap; and when I emerged from my bedroom shortly after 11:00 a.m., I found that my younger brother must have just come home recently and was freshening up in his bedroom.

This was slightly inconveniencing for me because I had hoped to be able to ready myself and set off to do some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods in Whalley ─ the store is at least 1¼ miles from here.

I do not like anyone in the house to know of my doings when I have an errand like this to perform. Since I am the only one here who does not drive, I feel utterly second-class when anyone is privy to one of these undertakings.

He soon emerged from his bedroom and then went downstairs to have some instant coffee and read the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

Fortunately, he was not terribly long in seeking his bedrest thereafter. That gave me the opportunity to hustle myself ready; and then while my eldest stepson was shut up in the bathroom, I set off on the rather unpleasant hike. At most, it was 12:44 p.m.

(My youngest stepson had gone to bed an hour or so after he had gotten home, and he will most likely remain there until after dark.)

I got the shopping done, but bought much more than planned. And by the time I was back home at the locked front door around 2:14 p.m., my fingers were stinging nastily because I had them all exposed in carrying home the two tote bags containing my purchases.

I never thought that I would have that sort of nearly nauseating experience this season ─ the almost sickening feeling that comes when the blood starts pushing through long-cold fingertips!

Anyway, since this may well be the only 'snowfall' that we're going to see in these parts, I decided to take a few photos as a keepsake.

I took this shot at 2:19 p.m. through the living room window and looking our toward the cul-de-sac we live in:


And then at 2:20 p.m., I took these three photos while looking out over our backyard sundeck:




Of course it's all most unremarkable. What is special about it is that we almost got through Winter without any snow whatsoever; and since this may well be all we will ever see hereabouts, I chose to record the event.

My gosh! And now I see some sunshine out there at 3:32 p.m.!

But let's change topics now and get into some that are health-related.

I have two articles to link to that are from the same source, so I shall focus on them first.

I am one who has weathered depression throughout most of my life, but I would never touch an antidepressant. Booze is as far as I am willing to go.

However, I wouldn't mind giving a derivative from a plant called Schinus molle a try if I was not living on a pension income that doesn't allow me this sort of experimentation.

As this article cautions, just be certain to have the proper extract if you decide to give it a go:

HSIonline.com

It certainly does have numerous other uses! Check out this article at CABI.org: Schinus molle (false pepper tree).

The second article from that same first source tells of a common herb that may be of exceptional value in protecting us from colon cancer:

HSIonline.com

You can easily find lots of other articles praising fennel, but I will link to three:
I have one last article I want to link to because it succinctly explains why the medical advice is ludicrous that we should seek treatment for flu within 24 hours of contracting it:

JacksDailyDose.com

I am my own prime example ─ I became sick on January 24 with what I later self-diagnosed as a flu. But by the time I was fully in the grip of the damned virus, there was no way that I could go anywhere ─ even if I did want medical attention.

I did not want such attention, however. Rather, I rued that I was too sick to get out and buy the necessary natural remedies that could have minimized the symptoms and shortened the duration.

Had I known at outset what I was in for, I could have stockpiled what I needed. Instead, I had to suffer the full duration along with the symptoms.

Last evening was the first time that I felt able to go public without concern that I would descend into a wicked coughing spell; and today was the first time that I had trekked any distance since January 23.

I pretty much felt back to normal ─ despite the nasty weather.

Well, I still have to create a post at my private blog, so I m going to halt work on this post ─ I need to take a bit of a rest. I am undergoing the physical aftereffects of that outing ─ and the light meal I subsequently had.
 

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