My Non-Productive Week

That I have missed creating a post here for three consecutive days is beyond rare, but the primary reason for it has been the presence home of my wife over all three of those days. She had to work today at her friend's Thai restaurant (an 11 a.m. start), so she left my younger brother and I this morning soon after 10 a.m. to catch a bus to commence her public transit commute that will involve making a transfer to another bus.

We had some rain overnight, so things were definitely very damp out there. She was hardly cheery.

I don't suppose that my brother was either when he realized what I had lined up for us once he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action ─ previously downloaded and all set to play was a nearly 1½-hour Dr. Joseph Mercola video that I had on a USB thumb drive: Glyphosate and Deuterium- Interview with Stephanie Seneff.

Much of the interview was of a technical nature, heavy with microbiological / biophysical terminology that my brother hates Dr. Mercola video interviews for featuring so prominently ─ and because the interviews themselves are so long. And further distancing him from understanding was the fact that Fridays are his laundry day, so a few times he absented himself from the playing interview for extended periods.

However, he never spake a word of dissent.

Fridays have also come to be the day of the week when he rendezvous's with one of his drinking buddies ─ they used to play pool at a pub, but now they just play bridge as a result of COVID-19 pool table bans. And their rendezvous time is around 1 p.m., so we didn't watch too much else once the interview was finished.

He won't be back home until into the evening.

Had my wife not been pretty much exclusively home these past three days, I would have tried to get out at least once to do some specialized shopping. I have to walk, so readiness requires considerable preparation ─ I am unable to do this unless both my wife and brother are not present, so I have found myself quite constrained in more ways than just being unable to find free time to blog here.

Nevertheless, I cannot blame her for my failure to get out this afternoon. By the time I had exercised and then had my day's first meal, a nap had become necessary. Upon rising from that, I then had myself a bath ─ I tend to bathe just once every four days, and today happened to be the day. 

The bath requires that I shampoo my beard and shave my scalp and neck, so that adds some time.

And once I was all dried, dressed, and out of the bathroom, it was nearly 7 p.m. That was far too late for me to care to be venturing for any distance afoot, so I shall have to tackle the undertaking in the morning.

Unfortunately, the destination I wish to shop does not open until 9:30 a.m., so I am in danger of still not having the vim to make the journey ─ it is two miles from here. It is very possible that my wife will be home for the night when her workday is over, and that is going to further banish the likelihood of this undertaking should she be present.

Remember, not only do I not drive, but I am 71 years old. These 'outings' are not as easily confronted as they would have been even 20 years agone.

Anyway, it is presently working its way to 7:25 p.m., so I am going to bring this post to a close and have a strong (8% alcohol) beer or two while watching an episode of The Last Kingdom. We shall see how the remainder of the day, my night, and the morning all play out. 

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Losing My Day

Last evening when I went to bed early ─ well before 9 p.m. ─ I resolved to try and duplicate the previous night wherein I sought to remain in bed until around 4 a.m. instead of just spending 2½ or three hours abed and rising during the midnight hour to come here to my computer to work for four or five hours.

When I did this the previous night, I was able to rise and remain up so that I was able to head off to do some early morning grocery shopping (I do not drive, so I have to walk).

My thought was that this morning I would seek to visit the nearest pharmacy approximately four blocks away that opens at 8 a.m., for I exhausted my vitamin C supply yesterday ─ I thought that I had another container on hand. I would also purchase any other supplements I was in short supply of, and see about buying a reusable / washable face mask.

I was to find myself reasonably comfortable while in bed; but like the first night, I was possibly awake more often than I was sleeping. And then the point arrived when I was certain I heard bustling such that it made me suspect that my wife had arrived home. If it was indeed the case, then I needed to get up because her presence would pretty much squelch my pharmacy plans. 

I checked the time as I dressed and saw that it was something like 3:28 a.m. ─ not bad, for I had retired about a half hour earlier than I had the previous night, so I had approximated the time spent in bed.

When I emerged from the bedroom, the house was in darkness. My wife was not home. What I may have heard was my inebriated younger brother rising and stumbling about in his bedroom in seeking out use of the toilet. 

So the pharmacy visit was still in the books.

I got to work making a post in my private blog, and then I remembered that I did not have much money remaining in my chequing account that I could access with my debit card if I did go to the pharmacy. This spurred me to check online; sure enough, I only had something like $31 in the balance.

I would not be going anywhere ─ not until after my monthly pension shows up sometime this week. 

Well, I still had a letter to mail that my wife had entrusted me with last Thursday, but I was able to dress and do that at a mailbox only a quarter or so of a block from here ─ it was maybe 5:15 a.m. when I set off and did that.

I was not back home for more than an hour when I heard someone unlocking the front door ─ surely that was my wife? Whomever it was went into the kitchen and fussed about there ─ but too quietly to have been my wife. Nevertheless, I knew that I needed to return to bed for some further sleep, so rather than risk that she would get to bed ahead of me (if it was she who was here) and in effect usurp the bedroom for herself, I needed to ensconce myself safely into bed and thereby exert some priority and right to be there.

Had she gotten to bed before me at that hour, I would have felt too chivalrous to disturb her, and instead would have probably bedded down for awhile here on the floor in the small room where I keep my computer (a room located immediately adjacent to our bedroom).

As I was readying to shut myself up in the bedroom, someone swiftly escalated the stairs and inserted themself into the bathroom, immediately turning on the fan.

Only my eldest stepson does that. He vacates his bowels several times a day with the most foul effect, often polluting the atmospheres of all three upstairs bedrooms should their doors be open. He even has the annoying habit ─ upon vacating the bathroom after one of these ungodly bowel movements ─ of hustling back down the stairs so as to generate a draft of the very stench he has created and was to have left in the bathroom.

Often when I am watching T.V. in the living room with my brother during the latter morning, this will occur. I recline on the chesterfield to watch T.V., and am thus closest to the stairs. And so when my eldest stepson comes trundling down the stairs, he draws that gruesome stench behind him and I am left with the disgusting chore of forbearing the olfactory insult.

It is bad enough to have to be inhaling that stink several times a day when I am upstairs at my computer when he uses the toilet, but this additional exposure just seems intensely and purposefully personal.

The 26-year-old used to be a scrawny teen when he was in high school. Then he started going to a gym and piling on the brawn ─ and bodyweight. He eats incessantly. He eats to such a needless and wasteful degree that his body clearly is unable to deal with the quantity of food he unnecessarily ingests throughout his waking hours, and his toilet practice amply tells that truth. No one should have such consistently noxious intestinal emptyings.

This is not something to occur every day or so ─ this occurs several damned times daily, each and every day of the week. He is obsessed with maintaining what I believe is a 200-pound bodyweight, so gluttony is his path to that achievement.

He's perhaps five feet and 10 inches in height at most, and even nine years ago he probably weighed 150 or even 140 pounds. And then he became obsessed with gym attendance and this constant feeding.

And here we are.

Anyway, I think that he must have begun a graveyard shift as of this week at his new job ─ he's been working now for a month or so after being unemployed for about a year after the business that had previously employed him closed down the outlet (due to the first COVID-19 lockdowns) where he reported for duty. Since there were no other outlets in this part of the country, he could hardly transfer to one of the others that was still operational. 

I am both pleased that he is again gainfully employed, and that he actually enjoys the work and workplace. Please make no mistake here ─ I do love the young man. But I can live most happily without his daily malodorous bathroom activities.

Anyway, it was definitely he and not my wife who had come home, so I returned to bed undisturbed thereafter. Even so, sleep was again 'touch and go', and marked with considerable dream. Yet I was most comfortable in bed. And when I felt like checking the time, wondering if it was into the latter morning, I found it to only be around 8 a.m.

And so I just lay there, practically luxuriating in the enjoyment of my bed. 

Anon I was to hear various stirrings without the bedroom; and when I finally rose for the morning soon after 8:30 a.m. and entered the bathroom, my brother emerged from his own bedroom and went downstairs to begin his weekday morning ritual of instant coffee and television.

I think it likely that my youngest stepson had just left for work. He basically has 'banking hours', since he does indeed work in a bank and is involved in its VISA credit card section.

oooooooooooooo

As if there is aught of repute within or about me.

I have squandered my day ─ and specifically my afternoon, burning out my eyes here at my computer throughout the latter afternoon and well into the evening when I should have taken a needed nap. Well, at least I ought to be able to find sleep when I seek my bed by mid-evening.

I only achieved two things of any merit today, the first of which was tuning in an interview by Dr. Joseph Mercola that I watched after 10 a.m. with my brother: Hydroxychloroquine- Interview with Dr. Vladimir Zelenko.  

I had the February video downloaded onto a USB thumb drive that allowed us to view the interview on T.V. via our Android TV Box. 

Dr. Vladimir Zelenko is considerably knowledgeable of matters well beyond just the medical. Even my brother saw value in the video ... and my brother does not at all care for Dr. Mercola's interviews because (according to my brother) they are too long, detailed, and technical.

We also watched a short video of less than six minutes that featured an R.N. (Registered Nurse) critiquing the recent televised 'vaccination' Crime Minister Trudeau and his wife supposedly received.

The nurse cited at least three questionable flaws in the presentation, salient of which was that the 'vaccine' was delivered by a woman using just one hand, and aiming the needle directly at the deltoid area from a distance of a foot or more without cupping the site receiving the supposed injection.

According to the nurse, the site is just about always "landscaped" in order to present a proper target for the needle, mostly to avoid discharging its contents into the blood stream. This "landscaping" basically involves cupping or pinching the delivery site to elevate it for proper isolation for the injection. 

However, the person wielding the needle at the Trudeaus did not even use her free hand to touch either of the Trudeaus targeted arms ─ she just aimed the needle from afar and plunged away with her one hand. 

I would love to link to that video, but I won't.

Anyway, the only other act of any merit that I involved myself with today was a scheduled exercise session out in the backyard toolshed.

I had my day's first meal thereafter; and it was after eating when I should have napped. But I instead utterly fouled up my latter afternoon. 

It is already well past 8 p.m. ─ I want to have a bath and then get directly to bed for the evening.

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Half a Good Day

Although I succeeded in remaining in bed much longer than usual after I had retired quite early last evening ─ I am sure that it was well before 10 p.m. ─ I never slept for any length, and seemed awake as often as not. Perhaps I was awake more often than not.

The point arrived when I was about to try and find another short bout of sleep, when I decided to first check the time. It had been my hope to try and remain in bed until around 4 a.m. Well, it was 4:11 a.m.

It was time to rise. The plan was to get away around 7 a.m. on the 1½-mile hike to the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet (Google Map) in Whalley. I was to have time to make an essential post in my private blog, but I would have no time to work on the post underway at one of my two hosted websites ─ but I was reconciled to that.

After rising and working here on my computer, I was unhappy to find that despite my length of time in bed, my eyes were in poor shape; and I even began to decline with weariness and a desire to seek further sleep.  

It would have been nice to have been able to return to bed for a time to at least rest my eyes, but I was not to find the time, even though I was not on my way until maybe around 7:15 a.m.

Everything outside was wet from rain, and it may even have been raining then, but so sparingly that it would never have been possible to wet my clothes even if I had been outdoors for the day.

The self-diagnosed plantar fasciitis of my left foot ─ a condition that developed three weekends ago ─ proved to continue to pose a threat for any extended walking. This was discouraging, for I had hoped to make another foray this afternoon, but now I do not care to exacerbate my situation. The walk would be even farther, and involve bearing home a heavier load than was the case this morning.

I do not drive, so I have to walk.

Unfortunately where my morning shopping was concerned, I was unable to find one of the main items I was after ─ a cloth face mask.

I just recently learned of supposed worldwide claims that people have discovered what must be microscopic worm-like objects 'infesting' various kinds of disposable face masks that have been tested 'straight out of the box'.

If true, people are inhaling these things.

That possibility was enough for me ─ I made the immediate decision not to wear another disposable face mask when I have to go into a store or mall.

Save-On-Foods' website claimed to offer several types of the washable / reusable face masks, but I looked around for some while without discovering where they were located. I finally asked a young female employee, and she enthusiastically told me that they were over on aisle 12, so off I hustled.

I had already been through that aisle, so I began a slow scan once more as I slowly walked its length. Then when I was at an end, that same employee appeared at the opposite end and called to me, using both of her raised arms to indicate the shelving towards the very limit of the aisle, and saying that she realized that they were easy to not notice.

So there I headed as she then disappeared.

Well, I arrived where I am sure she had been standing and indicating, but I could see no face masks whatsoever. I looked and looked for at least five minutes, and even began working my way somewhat towards where I had been, then returning to where I was sure she had been.

Nothing.

I became so irritated that I gave up. If the masks are indeed there, then they must be reduced to such a compacted degree that they are inserted into very tiny cylinders or wee boxes that are oblivious to anyone who doesn't know what to be looking for.

It was a bad experience.

Incidentally, my younger brother must have spent the night at the hone of his girlfriend Bev. However, I guess it wasn't an ideal choice, for he showed up this morning ere it was quite 6:25 a.m., and basically went directly to bed.

Bev is a smoker and has the recurring cough to prove it ─ day and night.

After I was back home from shopping, it was not too very long before I also sought further time in bed, althogh I did so around 9 a.m., but only had a short nap and was checking the time less than 1¼ hours later. However, I felt so physically downtrodden from my unaccustomed earlier venture that it took me several minutes to galvanise myself to rise. My body wanted me to remain abed and somehow keep sleeping.

My position on that is that if I need more sleep, then my stupid body and brain should quit waking me up short of what I truly need.

My brother was by this time up for the morning and watching T.V. downstairs, so after a short time I went to the kitchen to boil water for my day's second black and unsweetened instant coffee, and then I joined him just ahead of 10 a.m. At that hour I then tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's latest video from yesterday:

• A Laughable New Low For Canada's Minister Of Health & China's Chicken Coops For Humans.
  

I hate linking to her videos at YouTube or her Facebook account because ─ just as she says in the video itself ─ her accounts are in jeopardy of being shut down and deleted. That would make my links here invalid.

Odessa keeps claiming that people need to join Librty.com to find all of her videos securely housed there, but that just is not true. The most recent one she has uploaded there is from three days ago, and there are others from before that that are not available at Librti.com. I am especially bummed that her interview of five days ago with Chris Sky is only lodged at Facebook.

How can we promote her outside of those two social media platforms if her videos are not located anywhere else?

I want to change topics.

Early last evening I watched an episode of The Last Kingdom while I enjoyed two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer. 

I specifically watched the eighth episode of season three and was relieved to finally see the homicidal psychopath Skade get dispatched. Her hold over Uhtred was just ridiculous, and demeaned the integrity of the show's realism. 

I have wondered who the actress was who portrayed Skade ever since her first appearance, for she looks so very familiar to me. But I did not want to research her until Skade was finally killed off because I did not want to know anything about how nor when Skade's death was to take place. 

So now that the character is out of the picture, I can research the actress ─ who apparently is a Norwegian who is fully named Thea Sofie Loch Næss.

It is clear that I could not possibly have ever seen her act before, so now I am left wondering why she did seem so familiar.

Wikipedia has no photos of her, but you can see some from The Last Kingdom at this Express.co.uk article titled Last Kingdom: Why did fans not like Thea Sofie Loch Naess as Skade? 

I believe that I have said before that I need to start watching more foreign fare, provided that I can find it with large enough English subtitling. Now that I watch lots of material with my brother that I have downloaded onto USB flash drives which then allow us to see the videos on our T.V. via our Android TV Box, I just may start seeking such material out.

I am going to bring this post to a close, for I expect that there are to be no changes to my day. I have been entertaining the fantasy of getting out yet this day and doing that additional shopping that I spoke of earlier, but I know that I will not. The destination store is two miles from here, and it closes in 1½ hours. I would need to start psyching myself up for the hike, and that in itself would require a half hour or more.

Then I would feel some urgency to push myself to get to the store in time, and my foot would not appreciate that. Even here in the house while I am barefooted, I have to consciously rise up a little on the ball of the foot when I walk (just as I naturally do with my good right foot), for otherwise my inclination is to get about with what is basically a flat-footed walking style. 

By the way, concerning that photo at the top of this post ─ I have no information at all concerning it. I found it at a Russian website that seemed to be talking about worldwide sex tourism, and was quite in awe of the young woman's nicely muscled legs. Nevertheless, it's a shame anyone has to feel compelled to take up this sort of hustling in order to make a decent living ─ if indeed that is what she was involved in.

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Some Thoughts on "Mary Queen of Scots" (2018 Movie)

Thursday afforded me no opportunity to make a post here, for my wife was home the full day. However, at least the afternoon weather proved sunny such that I put in over 40 minutes sunning my front (the day was supposed to have been a mix of Sun and cloud).  

Friday was to have seen me get away in the latter afternoon to run a couple of errands; but even though the day was overcast and the threatened rain never came, a necessary latter afternoon nap got out of hand and it was just after 6 p.m. when I checked the time ─ I must have been abed for over two hours, clearly demonstrating my need to catch up on some sleep.

It was too late for me to complete both errands, the first of which was to mail a letter for my wife at Central City Pearl Photo / Canada Post. My nap had left me in such a state that a necessary coffee would not work in time to vitalize me for that hike of a mile to complete my first errand; and since the Pearl Photo / Post Office is at Surrey Place (Central City) ─ the halfway point to the location of my second errand's destination ─ I felt it futile to venture off on an incomplete mission.

I would save the dual errands for today.

Of course, I could always mail the letter in a local mailbox, but there would be no mail collection until Monday. At least at Pearl Photo / Post Office, the letter would already be at a post office and not require collection. Perhaps it would even get sorted or whatever is done this very weekend and then be on its way by Monday.

So I decided that I would tackle the errands today, provided that my wife did not show up overnight. She was not here just ahead of 4:30 a.m. overnight when I went back to bed after completing some work here at my computer.

The rain had come by the time I rose again around 8 a.m., so today has been wet. However, I don't think the rain has ever been heavy. But I am still at home as my afternoon now reaches 4:41 p.m., and I am not going anywhere.

You see, while I was watching some T.V. with my younger brother in the latter morning, we saw my wife passing across the lawn in front of the living room window. She was home at last.

She greeted us as she came into the house and went directly on in to the kitchen where she put away some things she had with her; and then she went upstairs and smartly got to bed. It would seem that she had probably been partying away last night.    

My brother returned to his bedroom around 1 p.m. to rest up before he headed off before mid-afternoon to eventually resume his daily drinking. I had declined and needed a nap, too, but until he left, I had nowhere in which to take it.

By the time he did leave, I had grown too hungry to avoid having my day's first meal. If I did not eat before my nap, I most likely would not be going nowhere if I were to rise and find that my wife was still usurping our bedroom ─ I would surely need to eat something by then.

Well, I was probably shut up in my brother's bedroom by 2:50 p.m. and then roused and felt rested enough by 4 p.m. to have readied and gone on that expedition, but naturally my wife was finally up and busy in the kitchen.

Her eldest son ─ who was still in bed when she first got home ─ was downstairs to keep her company (her youngest son had left for work around 8:30 a.m. and has yet to return home), but I would be going nowhere. 

It is something of a sore point for me that I am the only one in a household of five who does not have a driving licence. As a result, I do not care anyone to be privy to when I seek to embark on any of these errands that I set for myself.

And I now realize that my youngest stepson is also home. I am effectively confined here for the day.

I cannot remember when my wife last spent Saturday evening and then the night here at home ─ definitely not this year of 2021. Consequently, I fully expect her to be leaving us sometime this evening.

No, I will not then have my opportunity to be tackling my dual errands; but if she does indeed leave us for what remains of the weekend, then perhaps tomorrow I can do what I have thus far left undone. The major drawback is that in the earliest morning I intend to hike to a supermarket approximately 1½ miles from here to do some shopping, so I may well never rally enough thereafter to feel up to this added challenge of an even longer outing, for that second errand also involves some shopping ─ the purchase of two dozen cans of beer that I will then have to bear the two miles home.

It is very likely that my wife's letter is not going to go anywhere except into the local mailbox for Monday's collection.

On another matter, my brother and I have been fairly keeping up with Odessa Orlewicz's videos, but she and her husband Norbert are dreadful at keeping them uploaded to their very own website Librti.com ─ they rely on Odessa's Facebook account which is in constant jeopardy of being taken down.

Due to that, I am reluctant to link to any of her videos. Only Librti.com is likely to be any kind of enduring source. I would love to have been able to link to Odessa's interview with guest Chris Sky this past Thursday or so.

By the way, I want to mention that my brother and I watched ─ over both Thursday and Friday mornings ─ the two-hour movie Mary Queen of Scots.  

I knew the lead character was played by Saoirse Ronan, but not until now did I recollect that Queen Elizabeth I was played by Margot Robbie. Not once throughout the movie did it occur to me that I should recognize that latter actress ─ the character's unique nose in particular threw me off, for I thought that it was the actress's natural nose, and I could not ever remember seeing an actress with that particular facial structure.

So kudos to everyone for making Margot Robbie seem so unrecognizable. Heck, she wasn't even particularly attractive, not even before contracting smallpox. And in the latter scenes of the movie, she was as painted up as any clown ─ she looked ghastly, in fact.

I wonder how historically accurate any of that was?

Alas, I don't understand how the movie warranted the acclaim it was tendered by the critics. It was naught but a compilation of short vignettes that were often separated by days, weeks, months, and in some cases even by years. 

I had to read the Wikipedia article on the movie to understand what it had all been about. The names of characters never stuck with me during the movie, so I at least have a clearer understanding of some of them. I didn't even realize that the religious zealot that kept appearing was supposed to be John Knox.

It is unbelievable to me that the real Mary would have bothered trying to be a monarch with such vile Scottish lairds and religious zealots hemming her in from all sides and controlling her life. I can only think that she must have felt too impotent to have tried to live a life somewhere else as a regular human being ─ she only knew what it was like to be a Royal, and that was all she ever cared to have to live as.

I was unable to feel attached to the characters because of the time gaps that existed between each of the myriad vignettes that constituted the movie. There was no development of characters. Only someone with a familiar historical sense and understanding of them would manage to impute any sense of identity unto them. To me, they were basically a population 'sterile' of any sort of personality that I could latch onto.

One laird who proved his vileness was Lord Bothwell. I was pretty certain that the actor portraying him was one of the leads in the T.V. series Line of Duty, and I now see that I was correct ─ actor Martin Compston portrays Detective Inspector Steve Arnott in that series.   

Far, far too much was omitted from the movie, and other events so rapidly glossed over that the movie offered little to facilitate any true grasp of the actual people and occurrences the movie was supposed to be depicting and based upon.

There should not have been a movie. Instead, it should have been a series of many seasons, for a mere mini-series could not have properly detailed what needed to be revealed to the general viewing audience with only a limited ─ or mostly likely non-existent ─ knowledge of the actual history.  

It is presently 7:10 p.m., and one of my wife's sons took her away just ahead of 6:25 p.m. ─ she will not be back today, for eventually she will be taking the SkyTrain in to Vancouver. And as a result, I will have the bed to myself overnight, and ought to be able to do that very early morning grocery shopping that I spoke of.

Right now, though, I am feeling some anxiety that I wish to quell with a couple of cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer while enjoying an episode of The Last Kingdom.

When I retire for the latter evening, I plan to seek to sleep for as long as I possibly can, rather than rise into the weest a.m. to sit up for several hours working here at my computer.

But we shall see what plays out. For now, that beer and its anodynic potential is my primary focus.

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'Worms' Possibly Infesting Throwaway Face Masks; and the Possibility That the COVID-19 'Vaccinated' Are Health Threats to the Non-'Vaccinated'

Yesterday I incorrectly claimed here that my wife was probably scheduled to work a full day today ─ rather, Fridays are her usual full day. She did not have to work today at all, so I have had her home apart from a couple of times she ran errands.

So although I got in my sunning ─ over a half hour for both my back and my front ─ there was to be no foray by me to make the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store outlet for a couple dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock. 

And concerning that sunning, I think the stretch of sunning weather is about to break after nine straight days that featured sunbathing weather. The afternoon has markedly hazed up as I type these words at 5:35 p.m.

But this is to be a short post. I am only making it in order to mention the three Odessa Orlewicz videos that my younger brother and I watched today beginning around 10:00 a.m.

I wish that these first two had been uploaded to Librti.com, the website she and her husband Norbert founded, but thus far they are only uploaded to Facebook and YouTube. And since my brother and I watched them on YouTube, I will link to those ─ even though Odessa's YouTube account is in jeopardy of being terminated by YouTube's unworthy censors that have no right to do what they do.

The first video was an hour and 19 minutes and featured two guests ─ Omari Taylor and a rapper who calls himself Impenetrebel:

• Apr 19th Ontario Firm Says These Guys Are White S*U*P*R*E*M*A*C*I*S*T*S & More M-a-r-x-is-t Garbage

I'm a 71-year-old White guy who hates rap, so I wasn't keen about these two guests whom I had never heard of. However, my brother and I both quite liked them. My brother even said that he worked with two likeable Black guys whom these two perfectly reminded him of. 

The second video was just 24 minutes long, and basically prefaced the longer third video that we watched afterwards:

• Dok-Tor CONFIRMS The Disposable Face Diapers ARE FILLED with W*O*R*MS!!! And Other News.

Upon watching that one, now I'm so seriously concerned about the commonplace face masks that I have been using that I think I am just going to burn the two I have and only use reusable cloth masks hereafter.

That third and final video featured Odessa as Laura-Lynn Thompson's guest and was an hour and 53 minutes in duration ─ please watch the whole thing:

• Urgent Video start at 43:15- Vaccines are causing major problems with women's fertitlity and cycles- ALL SHOULD WATCH

This is monstrous if it proves to be true ─ that is, that the people getting 'vaccinated' are actually a health threat to those of us who have no intention of submitting to the 'vaccines'.  

This revelation even took back my brother somewhat, but I have been reading of the possibility. However, the other possibility that the 'throwaway' face masks might be deliberately infected with artificial or even living 'worms' is both revolting and most concerning, as I earlier said.

And that is all that I have the time to say for today's post.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Evil Is As Evil Does

I reckon that I was to bed last evening by approximately 9 p.m. as a result of my younger brother's arrival home from wherever he had been drinking. I had thought that I would easily enough get some sleep, but that was not readily had.

I was still awake when I realized that my wife was home ─ she had come into the bedroom for something (I was using my bandana blindfold).

Eventually I did sleep, but it may have only been around 12:15 a.m. when I was awake again and decided to get up. My brother had apparently been in his bedroom for some time, for his light was off.

It was not to be a good night where accomplishment here at my computer was concerned. Yet I never returned to bed until foul satiation was achieved. In truth, it may have been as late as 6:30 a.m.

I was prepared for an exceptionally weary morning, and most displeased when once again an 8 a.m. automated call came to my cellphone from CIBC ─ I am so sick of those wretches and their hounding calls. I was to receive two more of them by just after 2 p.m. 

However, that first unanswered call had done its damage. I tried to fall into some further sleep ─ possibly I succeeded for a bit; but by around 8:30 a.m. I had decided to rise for the morning.

Oddly, I did not feel especially ill-slept despite my late return to bed after dawn.

As I usually do, I came directly here to my computer, and never went downstairs to join my brother for some T.V. until around 10 a.m.

When I did join him, I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's latest video from last evening, but as yet it is only available on her Facebook account. I don't know why, but more often than not her videos on Facebook will not play all the way through when I use our Android TV Box to access them so that my brother and I can view them on T.V.

And this one froze ─ buffered endlessly ─ around the half-hour mark. I even refreshed the page and then advanced the video to approximately that point where we had left off, but the video only played for some seconds further before freezing up again. 

So I had to kill the useless thing, and we watched other fare until around 12:45 p.m. when my brother returned to his bedroom for some rest ere he left for the afternoon to resume his drinking somewhere.

I think that my wife may have emerged from our bedroom and then made her way downstairs by approximately 10:30 a.m. this sunny day.

At one point she was on a blanket or something out in the backyard making one of her live video feeds to her Facebook account for around 25 minutes. She usually does these things while she is having a meal ─ a most unusual technique. She was eating during this live upload, too.

And then I guess she received an important call from Services Canada relating to a recent Employment Insurance application she has been having problems concerning, so she had to take the call and wrapped things up outside. 

She was to report to me later that everything seems to have been resolved concerning E.I.

I wanted to get in some sunning today, so after my brother left for the afternoon, I commenced a session of over 40 minutes at 2:03 p.m. while lying prone on a narrow pad out on the backyard lawn; and then I put in a little over a further 20 minutes while lounging in a lawn- or deckchair and facing into the Sun.

This is my eighth consecutive day of sunning ─ this stretch of sunshine has held that long, and my colouring is almost purely gorgeous!

When I returned into the house, I found the bedroom door almost pulled closed, so I assumed that my wife was napping. I fixed up my day's first meal and ate that. When she still had not emerged from our room, I sought my brother's bedroom and settled down there for a nap.

It was quite short, but helpful.

Yet when I sallied forth from the room, my bedroom door was still pulled to. I could not resist investigating, for in all this time I had been unable to change out of my sunning shorts, nor access my nutritional supplements that I had wanted to take with that earlier meal.

Well, lo! My wife was gone ─ she had never been shut up in the bedroom napping.

Did she have to work this afternoon / evening at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time? If so, her normal afternoon start time is 4 p.m., so she could well have left to commute to work. But I have no idea.

Wednesdays are usually a full workday for her. If that is unchanged, I just may endeavour the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store to stock up on the cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep myself in supply of. 

If I do go, I won't likely do so until the latter afternoon.

But with my brother and my wife ─ and even my working eldest stepson ─ all away at present, I am going to bring this post to a close and probably have a couple cans of that strong beer while enjoying an episode of The Last Kingdom. 

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A Few Sundry Finalities

I did not fare at all well overnight. In retrospect, I suspect that the fault lay with the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer that I consumed just before having some supper, and then having a lengthy hot bath that surely accelerated the dehydration process, for I immediately went to bed after the bath.

I was to bed ahead of 10 p.m.; and after some unsettled sleep, I rose early into the midnight hour to get to work on a few tasks here at my computer, for my younger brother had newly retired to his bedroom for the night.

Initially I felt some vague ache associated with my left eye, but at some point the discomfort eased without me taking any note. Only now as I write about it do I realize that at that "some point" the condition resolved itself.

One thing I forgot to do overnight was water the plants in the front yard. Had I done that chore, then perhaps I would now be unable to claim to have returned to my bed before it was yet 5 a.m.  

Alas, my ensuing sleep was to be terminated at 8 a.m. by the ringing of my cellphone ─ no doubt, it was CIBC hounding me yet again with an automated call. The blighters have been making such calls since at least last Thursday.

I remained in bed for some while attempting to recapture some further sleep, but it would seem that the disturbance had proved too excessive, so I submitted in defeat and rose for the morning, coming here to my computer. My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I did not seek to join him until 10 a.m. at which time I put our Android TV Box into action and finally managed to get through previously recorded videos that I had downloaded into a USB thumb drive.

Perhaps a couple of days back when we were also watching shows on that drive, one of them was an episode of Inside No. 9 titled Diddle Diddle Dumpling. 

I am aware that the series has something of a revolving main cast, and that any of them may appear in the short story that is featured with each episode ─ that is, each episode is an entirely new tale unrelated to the characters in any previous episode.

Thus, I recognized that the central character was being played by one of those regular cast members; and when that character's wife began getting presented, I initially just assumed that her familiarity was attributable to her being one of those occasional regulars.   

And then suddenly I realized why she really seemed so familiar ─ she was the 'matriarch' Louisa Durrell in the wonderful T.V. series my brother and I had watched some time ago called The Durrells. I was so stricken that I actually had to burst out my recognition of her.

The actress's name is Keeley Hawes, but that bit of trivia had become lost to me. I will hence try to retain some familiarity with her name as well as her countenance.

A show of note that my brother and I watched after I had exhausted the videos on that flash drive was what we thought was the series finale of Peaky Blinders.

Only now in researching the series for this post have I discovered that there is one further season in the works, and we had only seen the season five finale. This is a great relief for me, and ought to be for my brother as well, for it seemed such a monumental waste to have ended the series with main character Tommy Shelby suiciding in some misty field whilst beset with insurmountable emotional extreme over the unfathomable events that had just concluded earlier.

The actor portraying Thomas Shelby has done a fabulous job, yet I have never bothered to try and familiarize myself with his name ─ I see that it is Cillian Murphy.

Anyway, it is going to be a treat to be presented with clarification concerning the most confusing events in that episode, and not be left with yet another ludicrous conclusion to a television series that we have followed since its inception. 

The episode was somewhat extended, so it took us to perhaps 1:15 p.m., and my brother then returned to his bedroom to rest up before taking his leave for the afternoon.

While he was resting, my eldest stepson left for work ─ he apparently still has an afternoon shift that commences at 2:30 p.m. Before he left, he let me know that on behalf of his brother and himself, he had transferred over $500 to my chequing account to put towards the upcoming monthly mortgage.

Coincidentally, I see that I now have my income tax refund in the account as of today. For the first time in my life I had NETFILEd early this month because I was desperate to receive the refund. In order to do this, I had downloaded the GenuTax software, one of the CRA approved or endorsed means of filing that is actually free to use (see File your taxes online: Certified tax software).  

After my brother also left, I was finally free to do some sunning in privacy. However, I was not going to be able to sun my back because ─ yet again ─ since I was home alone, I was going to have to be seated in a lawn- or deck-chair on the backyard lawn that afforded me a view directly through the house and out the open front door.

We were still awaiting the DHL delivery of a rather large and heavy (approximately 25-kgs) package my wife has been expecting from Thailand. DHL had estimated that it would arrive here on the 15th, but it had yet to come.

Well, it never showed up while I was sunning my front for over 40 minutes beginning at 3:01 p.m.

However, around 4 p.m. after I was back in the house and dressed once more, darned if the delivery did not finally take place. I then immediately texted my wife the good news. The shipment contains various health-related products from The iCon Group that my wife has been acting as an agent for, and one of her customers has been anxiously awaiting her order since last week. 

I am relieved because now I will be able to resume some sunning of my back by lying on a narrow pad on the lawn and facing away from the house, and not have to limit myself to sitting in that chair and facing directly toward the house to afford me a view directly through it so that I can keep watch for anyone approaching the open door.

Also, I will not have to leave that front door open anymore when I am sunning ─ I can lock it if I am home alone and sunning.

But I have rambled on long enough for today ─ it is already well past 7:30 p.m. All else I will say is that prior to sunning, I scaled in at 180 pounds while dressed down to my undershorts.

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More Wondrous Sunshine!

It is possible that I was to bed last evening by 9:30 p.m. ─ certainly ahead of 10 p.m. I had done so right after becoming aware that my younger brother had arrived home from wherever he had been drinking.

Normally I nap away the latter evening as I pass the time awaiting his bedtime, for doing so has the dual purpose of avoiding having to sit up late with him in operation of our Android TV Box, and it restores me for those overnight hours when I can get some work done here at my computer. 

But I went to bed last evening with the resolve that since I wanted to get away early this morning as soon around 6 a.m. as I could to make the 5.625 round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) to do some grocery shopping, I would not impose upon myself the stricture of putting any work into the post I am developing at one of my two hosted websites.

The shopping was paramount, and I was going to do what was best for that outcome.

And so it was that I do not believe that it was until around 1:30 a.m. that I made my first check of the time. I felt some need to use the bathroom, so I rose for that purpose. My brother of course had long before gone to bed for the night, and I admit that I did have some slight notion of remaining up for a while and doing some work here at my computer, but I quickly dismissed the thought as folly.

I correctly believed that I might yet achieve further sleep.

When that proved to be true, my next time check was not until something like 3:57 a.m. ─ and I could barely believe it. This was magnificent! I had at outset conceived that if somehow I was able to sleep through to around 4 a.m., then I would be able to leisurely gear myself up for the shopping expedition with no sense of urgent haste in the equation. 

I was able to have a black (unsweetened) instant coffee and do some work on a post in my private blog. Nevertheless, I did have to pick up the pace a little in readying for my outing, for it was 6:03 a.m. by the time I had set off.

The Sun was yet to rise, but it was already daytime out there, with birds singing, crows squawking, and a full blue sky.

I had one stop to make approximately a mile from here ─ the Coast Capital Savings headquarters over by the King George SkyTrain Station to use the outdoor ATM to deposit a $400 cheque that my brother had given me last weekend. The cheque was his contribution towards the $1,855 annual property taxes that had been due earlier in the month (April 6, I believe) for which I had written out a cheque in payment. My two stepsons united and covered $1,055 of that billing, thereby reducing the share for my brother and I to $400 apiece.

All went according to plan. And a strain that I developed exactly two weeks ago of the more lateral area of my left foot's plantar fascia (my self-diagnosis) did prove to become aggravated during the return leg of the journey when I was of course bearing a fair load suspended from each hand in a pack or carrying bag that I had brought along for my purchases.

The added weight and its constant interference with my body's natural equilibrium founded the concerns I had about that very thing manifesting. It is good that I never made a foray yesterday for a couple dozen cans of beer ─ this morning's shopping might have been jeopardized by the strain of that additional four-mile round trip hike. 

By the same token, I will not be doing any further trekking later today. The beer hike can wait until next weekend. (I do not drive, so I must walk for these necessities.)

My slower gait coming home this morning resulted in me not arriving here until just a tad past 8:30 a.m., but no one else was yet up from bed for the morning.

After I had put everything away and dressed down, I completed work on that post in my private blog, by which time my brother had risen and gone downstairs to have coffee and read the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to. 

It would have been pleasant to have watched some videos with him that I have downloaded onto a USB flash drive (we can do so on T.V. via our Android TV Box), but I declined too far and needed to return to bed where I was to nap and not be checking the time afterwards until 10:44 a.m.

My brother was watching some T.V. at that time, so I thought that perhaps I would have my chance at 11 a.m. However, when I went downstairs to the kitchen to boil water for my day's second black (unsweetened) instant coffee, by the time I was set to join him, I found that the T.V. was off and he was not present.

He had gone upstairs to change into some clothes to do some lawn work ─ weed-whacking. My eldest stepson was soon to join him and put our lawnmower to use.

I took these two photos of the brawny younger lad at work in the backyard at 11:41 a.m.:

My brother was meantime in the front yard weed-whacking, so I managed these two shots of him at 11:44 a.m.:

It occurred to me several minutes later to take some photos of the both of them together as they worked in the front yard ─ I got these three candid shots around 11:58 / 11:59 a.m.:

My brother thereafter had some minimal bed rest before he headed away around 1 p.m. to ultimately end up drinking somewhere once more, but I would hope that he first gets in a good walk prior to that dissolution this brilliantly sunny day.

I might as well add a selfie that I took three days ago at 2:54 p.m. while I was sitting out in the backyard sunning:

All 71 years of me.

I got in more sunning this afternoon ─ just over 40 minutes whilst wearing naught but a pair of shorts and lying prone on a pad on the freshly-mowed backyard lawn, and then an additional session of just over 20 minutes while I was seated low in a deck- or lawn-chair and facing directly into the Sun. 

My early shopping expedition has taken its toll ─ apart from that foot problem that will be my prime excuse for remaining home the remainder of the day, my feet are otherwise sore (it feels like all of the various small bones in my feet have been deeply manipulated chiropractically), as are my stiffened and aching knees which feel downright arthritic.

In other words, I will not be doing any sort of exercising. That outing was my workout for today.

I was a wee bit displeased to weigh myself in those gym-style shorts and a tank top before I had yet taken in any calories today, and I was encroaching 181 pounds. What the heck had I weighed before tackling that taxing outing? On both Monday and Tuesday, and then Thursday and Friday, also prior to taking in any calories and while attired in just my undershorts, I consistently weighed 180 pounds. 

It just doesn't seem fair! I had to have lost at least one pound while undergoing that shopping expedition, surely! Yet I weighed less on four different days earlier this past week without having done anything?

My consolation is that I did look remarkably good before going outside to do that sunning. That selfie above lends no evidence for that claim, I realize. So at some point yet this coming week, maybe I will seek to take a full pose of myself to flaunt my new Summer-like colouring.

I won't dare it in the present, however. You see, following that session of sunning, I finally had my day's first meal, and I still feel bloated from it. I even had to lie down for an hour or more, and I'm still feeling like I won't have any problem getting to sleep this evening.

By the way, my wife's huge package from Thailand that DHL's website is still estimating will be delivered on the 15th has yet to show up. As I expressed in yesterday's post, how can these people be so wrong? And why has no one at DHL bothered to amend that delivery estimate with a new guess?

That's pretty shabby.

My afternoon has just finished and my evening is now upon me, so I am going to quit and publish this post, and then enjoy a beer or two while watching an episode of my current favourite T.V. series The Last Kingdom.

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R.I.P. Helen McCrory ("Polly") of Peaky Blinders

Whenever I watch an episode of The Last Kingdom, it often seems required that I have two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I seek to keep myself stocked with. And so it was early last evening.

Later, upon witnessing my younger brother's arrival home from wherever he had been drinking, I betook myself upstairs and was quickly to bed to nap away the latter evening as best I could.

Once around 11 p.m. I had to rise to release some of that beer from the ol' bladder, but I managed it without my brother noticing that I had emerged from my bedroom ─ he was in the kitchen cracking open another beer.

When next I checked the time, it was into the midnight hour ─ time for me to rise to get a few things done here at my computer overnight. And in short order, my wife arrived home following her day working at her friend's Thai restaurant.

One or both of her sons were still up.

I of course outlasted everyone, and never returned to bed until after 5:30 a.m. as the night was slowly yielding to the approach of dawn this morning.

It might be expected that I would sleep well thereafter, but I actually fared poorly. By 8 a.m. I was too awake to sleep further, although I did try for some while yet before tossing in the towel and rising for the morning. My brother was already up and watching T.V.

I joined him around 10:30 a.m. to watch some videos that I had previously downloaded onto a USB flash drive, but I first had him watch a very short (less than five minutes) video by Odessa Orlewicz who was clearly unable to keep herself in restraint as she watched and recorded a segment from Ontario provincial premier Doug Ford and his equally demonic health officer Barbara Yaffe as they made a public proclamation of their intention to essentially shut down the entire province: Toronto Residents Not Allowed Out Of Their Houses Anymore!!!!! Doug Ford announcement WTF!!!!  

I have since read that Doug Ford had to retract his dictatorial demands because of the furor that ensued over what was attempted. The prick is lucky he's still alive!

Nothing like that had ever get pulled here in B.C. by our premier John Horgan and his 'partner in heinous crime' health officer Bonnie Henry ─ there will be hell to pay! 

Enough of this damned COVID-19 nonsense! I'm sick of it!

I must depart this topic tout de suite ere I say aught else.

My brother and I only watched T.V. until noon, and then we collaborated on some backyard lawn work for an hour or so. He then sought some bed rest before leaving us for the afternoon ─ maybe even the day if he remains with his girlfriend Bev and spends the night at her home like he did a week agone. 

My wife rose towards noon. However, she was not to remain home into the evening, for she had her eldest son drive her somewhere around 4 p.m., and I do not expect her to be returning today. He came back home alone.

Around 5:30 p.m., he left aboard his Harley-Davidson ─ this may be his first ride thus far this year.

The day has been awesomely gorgeous. After my brother left us early this afternoon, I had a wee bit of exercise and then began sunning out in the backyard while attired in a pair of cargo shorts.

This was in fact my fifth consecutive day of sunning, but the first day in which I finally exposed the back of me for some colouring. Lying upon a pad on the lawn, I sunned the back of me for just over 40 minutes beginning at 2:03 p.m. Then I moved into a lawn- or deckchair and sunned my front for well over an additional 20 minutes.

I declare that if I did not have an early morning grocery shopping expedition planned for tomorrow that would see my getting in a round trip hike of 5.625 miles, I might have yet today gone and undertaken the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store to stock up on a further two dozen cans of beer.   

It is not that I am lazy about adding the additional walk later today. Rather, I strained the lateral or outer region of my left foot adjacent to the arch. That was two weekends ago, and it still shows signs of being a potential problem ─ even the morning walk tomorrow may cause it aggravation, particularly when I am bearing home groceries.

Abusing the present damage even more by tackling a trip to the liquor store and back later today would quite likely cancel out my ability to deal with that upcoming morning trip.

But I have at least a couple of dozen cans of beer on hand, so there is no emergency of any sort at the present.    

I intend now to have a beer and catch an episode of Parenthood before I have myself some supper, so I am going to bring this post to a close. However, I wish to mention reading this morning of the cancer death yesterday of British actress Helen McCrory whom my brother and I came to be very familiar with as a result of her role as "Polly" on the T.V. series Peaky Blinders that we have been faithfully watching for some time.

When next we do watch the series, it will be to see the fifth season finale.

Poor Helen was just 52 years old.

Finally, the large package delivery by DHL that my wife has been awaiting since its estimated April 15 arrival has still not shown up. 

How can they be so 'off' in making this kind of delivery estimate? 

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Holding Strong

There was no post here yesterday because I simply did not feel up to it in the late afternoon and early evening. For the third consecutive sunny day, I had sat outside (this time beginning at 2:48 p.m.) in a lawn- or deckchair for just over 40 minutes, facing directly into the Sun, and attired in just a pair of shorts.

The original intention had been to lie on a narrow pad on the grass and thereby expose my back (which is still Winter-pale), but my wife was to have a package delivered at some point that day, so I felt I needed to sit so that I could have a view of the front screen door. 

Towards that end, I had left the actual front door open. The delivery is supposed to be non-contact and through DHL, so it was very possible that the package would be left outside the door without me otherwise being aware.

I was home alone, and there was no one's vehicle parked outside to offer some discouragement of theft should some passerby be so inclined.  

Despite the projected delivery claim that the package would be here by "end of day", it was never delivered at all.

So now I am confronted with the same predicament today if the package isn't here before I am left home alone come the early afternoon. My wife will have to leave here this morning to begin her bus commute to work if she has her usual 11 a.m. Friday start. My youngest stepson has already left for work as I type these words at 9:17 a.m.; and his older brother has an afternoon shift that commences at 2:30 p.m., so he will leave on his fairly long drive if the shift still stands.

And of course, my younger brother will be away before mid-afternoon to ultimately get back into his daily beer-drinking somewhere.

Since the day is once again cloud-free and gorgeously sunny, I will be out in the backyard once more to sun myself. But if the package has not arrived by then, I will be compelled to have a fourth consecutive day of it sunning just my front so that I can peer directly through the house from back to the open front door in order to keep vigilant for the arrival of that darned package.

With no vehicles parked here, having only the screen door ─ which is actually mostly glass ─ closed at the front is also an invitation to any potential intruders, so it is therefore imperative that I keep myself positioned in the backyard with a view directly through the house, and I will be unable to do that if I am lying down on the lawn to expose my back to the Sun.

The entrance into the house from the rear is elevated ─ I need to be seated in order to have that view.

So that is where I find myself once again.

And since I never really had anything else to blog about yesterday, skipping the activity did not feel like an untoward decision. I instead watched some early evening T.V. (an episode of Parenthood) while enjoying a beer.

I was probably to bed by 9:30 or 10 p.m. at the arrival home of my brother, and I managed a little napping before checking the time around 12:14 a.m. and rising again. My brother was by then newly shut up in his bedroom for the night. My wife was also home ─ she had shown up at some point while I was abed, but she refrained from disturbing me.

She knows my routine.

Alas, I was not to have time to put any planned work into the post I am developing at one of my two hosted websites. Instead, I became so deeply involved in research and then responses to two or three E-mails from my older maternal half-sister that I expended all of my available time for the website work. I was left with just time enough to work on a post in my private blog.

And eventually I was back to bed not much ahead of 5 a.m.

I might have managed more sleep this morning than I did, but smartly at 8 a.m. ─ just as happened yesterday ─ CIBC phoned. I never took the unwanted call, for they have been phoning a few times daily since first leaving a couple of automated calls on Wednesday on our landline answering machine. 

The messages claimed that the call related to "an important banking matter" and was not any sort of promotion or related spiel, but their idea of what is important will most definitely not align with my own.

And to be calling at 8 a.m.? They can go to blazes! I will not ever be taking such calls. At the best of times I have no desire to be speaking with anyone at a bank; but I certainly do not choose to do so when I am not even seeking the conversation, but having it thrust upon me!

Okay, my wife has now risen ─ it is 9:40 a.m. This post will now undergo a hiatus until the late afternoon when I resume work on it.

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The poor girl looked so frail as she left to seek her bus ─ it was deeply touching for me.

My brother and I spent the latter morning together watching T.V. via our Android TV Box. I led things off with a reasonably interesting 50-minute video recorded yesterday featuring the Liberty Coalition Canada: Coalition Canada End the Lockdown Caucus - Press Conference April 15th 2021.

Unfortunately for those of us who are exclusively Anglophone, a good segment of it was in French.

The four speakers from the group included Derek Sloan, Randy Hillier, Maxime Bernier, and Pastor Michael Thiessen. The untranslated French came during the post-speeches questions session which had a disproportionate amount of Francophones calling in.  

My brother and I only watched shows until 12:30 p.m., then he supposedly sought some bed rest. However, in short order he emerged from his bedroom and soon enough left for the afternoon to ultimately resume his daily drinking somewhere. 

It was indeed another spectacularly sunny day, and I got a somewhat earlier start on my afternoon sunning once my eldest stepson left for work. Beginning at 1:53 p.m., I was to put in at least 45 minutes seated out there in the backyard lawn, keeping watch through the open house for the delivery I spoke of earlier that has yet to come as I type these words at 6:15 p.m. Yet the DHL website still claims that the delivery is estimated to occur yesterday, even though this statement has been added:

Clearance processing complete at BRITISH COLUMBIA - CANADA : Friday, April 16, 2021 at 13:03

Note that the package is going to be very large and heavy, and was originally shipped from Bangkok, Thailand.

I know that the delivery might still happen today ─ we have had evening deliveries before. 

My wife wants me to text her as soon as it shows up, for a wee portion of it relates to an order that a customer of hers is anxious to receive. (My wife has a sideline as an agent for Thailand's The iCon Group, producers of various health-related products.)

I want to watch some T.V. this early evening before my brother returns, and to also enjoy a beer (or maybe two) while doing so. Consequently, I am going to bring this post to a close.

I first want to make the observation that our sunny weather is projected to continue throughout the weekend and maybe include even Monday before a return of some clouds by Tuesday at latest; then by Thursday and even Friday, we are expected to have some rain.

At least with the coming of tomorrow, my eldest stepson won't have to go to work and I should finally be able to lie out in the backyard and finally expose the back of me to the Sun. After four days of exclusively sunning my front, I honestly look a little ridiculous.

And since I am shaven-headed, this lopsided colouring includes my scalp ─ it's Winter-pale at the rear and the back of my neck, but I am practically sunburned of face, forehead, and the frontal portion of my scalp. 

I would like to have more equalized colouring before I next leave home to go and do any shopping.

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Chris Sky Is Coming to Vancouver

With my wife away and working from 4 p.m. yesterday, I took advantage early in the evening and had two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer while thoroughly enjoying an episode of The Last Kingdom ─ it was quite a shocker, actually.  

Initially I assumed that King Alfred's jealous 'pretender-to-the-throne' ne'er-do-well relative Æthelwold had stabbed to death both Brida and Ragnar in bed at the episode's conclusion (episode four of season three), but later I remembered that Ragnar had been lying with other women and that he was last seen parting from Brida to go and do just that (Brida is apparently barren, so she has reconciled herself to Ragnar seeking children with other women).

To be honest, I never dreamed that Ragnar was going to be dispatched so summarily and in such undignified fashion ─ especially by the usually cowardly Æthelwold.  

So now it's got to be just a matter of time before he is taken out by Brida or else our hero Uhtred, Ragnar's foster brother. And I can hardly wait. I semi-liked Æthelwold, hoping to see more of some of the good side of him that I thought existed, but clearly he's a snake who needs being rid of.

Heck, Ragnar was one of my favourite characters.

I do so love that series!

I cannot recall now just when it was that I got to bed thereafter ─ 9:30 p.m.? Closer to 10 p.m.? I just cannot remember. But once I was to bed I was to manage some sleep, and I never checked the time again until 12:48 a.m. at which point I rose to get some work done here at my computer.

Not too much later, I was surprised by a phone call from my wife, asking that I have the front door unlocked because she did not seem to have her house key with her. One or both of my stepsons happened to still be up, but my wife knows my routine by now ─ I would be up for several hours, so I was the one to call.

And so the night proceeded. 

Once she was home, I think she outlasted whichever of her sons was last up, but she was to bed well before I was. I remained up until around 5:15 a.m., if not a little later.

I was to sleep in a little longer than I expected to ─ it was something like 9:28 a.m. when I checked the time, and got myself up. I would be going downstairs toward 10 a.m. to join my brother at the T.V. and put our Android TV Box into action.

First on the agenda was Odessa Orlewicz's most recent video of yesterday ─ an hour and 11-minute episode that she and her husband Norbert titled April 13th- Variants caused by Vax as per UK doc; Chris Sky coming to Van; Raoul, special packages sent home with our kids, Norb does a great rant and more.

Norbert joined Odessa for perhaps the last half of the show so that they could explain why they seem to be pushing for the People's Party of Canada (PPC). 

In my opinion, they did a superb job of explaining their position. Most definitely, they have not 'sold out'. I had already decided that I was probably going to vote for the PPC in any upcoming election, and now I am even more convicted. There is in fact no other national political party for whom I would vote ─ I realize now that they are all corrupt and deceitful.

I must say, I would love to see Chris Sky when he makes an appearance in these parts, but I refuse to use public transport and wear a face mask. And since I do not drive, that keeps me isolated out here in Surrey. I have yet to attend any of the "freedom rallies" as a consequence of my isolation ─ which happens to be geographical as well as social.

Anyway, my brother and I were to watch T.V. until nigh 1 p.m., and then he sought some bed rest before leaving well before mid-afternoon to catch a bus and rendezvous with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub. My wife didn't emerge from our bedroom until after my brother had returned to his.

Today I had a backyard toolshed exercise session scheduled, so I went out to endure that. And then because this proved to be our third consecutive sunny day, I changed into cutoffs to begin just over 40 minutes of sunning in the backyard while wearing nothing else, lounging low in a lawn- or deckchair set out of a cement pad in the backyard.

That session commenced at 2:11 p.m. My brother had already gone ─ he left while I was exercising, for I could hear him and my wife talking.

What gorgeous sunning weather! For three days now I have have exposed my front to the Sun for just over 40 minutes each day, so I look very good ─ unless I reveal myself from the side or the back. I am Winter pale there!

Before long, I am going to have to start exposing the back of me to the Sun.

But I have said enough of my day, I think ─ I would like to watch some T.V. soon and enjoy a strong beer. My wife got her youngest son to give her a ride around 5:40 p.m. to the SkyTrain so that she could get herself in to Vancouver to do some painting that she had been enlisted to perform last Friday or Saturday; but unfortunately, the job did not pan out at that time.  

I do not expect that she will be returning home tonight; and with my brother busing, I should have the free time to watch one of the shows that I follow ─ while having that welcome beer. And then I will have a needed bath before eventually seeking my usual latter evening bedtime to fortify me for the several overnight hours when I am wont to work here at my computer.

I never sought an afternoon nap today, so I think that I will likely sleep better than usual later this evening.

But that's enough said for today.

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