'Twas approaching 11 p.m. before I got myself to bed last evening, and my intention was to remain there for as comfortably long as I felt prudent, for I wanted to get our early this morning to do some grocery shopping.
I would have shopped locally at a market a mere four or so blocks from here, but I had the monthly expenses reconciliation cheque that my younger brother had given me last Sunday or Monday to deposit, so the nearest Coast Capital Savings credit union ATM is over by the King George SkyTrain Station about a mile from here; as a result, I felt that I had no option but to shop at the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet (Google Map) that's around another half mile farther from there.
Incidentally, we were having some very light rain overnight for the second consecutive night. I hoped to get away a little earlier than I did (which was 7:06 a.m.), but my mission was otherwise accomplished according to plan. The ground was still wet and the sky overcast, but the rain was done for the day.
I even finally collected some sort of very low-lying creeping thyme from Holland Park that I have had my eye on for at least a couple of years ─ for once, no one was in the vicinity. But I had neglected to bring along a plastic bag ("baggie") in which to contain the small helping that I lifted from a section that was creeping out over a paved walkway and would undoubtedly eventually get trimmed back.
Hey, I'm not a vandal, after all!
I hope that it will 'take' where I have it more or less planted now. It's actually not too far removed from what I realize may be the same variety of thyme that resulted from seeds that I sowed a few years ago ─ only one small area ever had anything germinate, and in the years since, the wee patch has been slowly spreading. Earlier this year, for the first time it favoured us with a profuse display of tiny pinkish blooms.
I had thought that the plants at Holland Park were different and even more low-lying, but I don't think they are. However, time will tell. I just hope that what I brought home and transplanted will slowly flourish as a mat of green ─ maybe it will successfully compete with the moss that persists in forming beds of productivity in that small stretch of garden.
My brother had spent the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev, and was not yet home by the time I was back here. And neither of my two stepsons were yet up.
After I put away my purchases, I sat here and made a post in my private blog; and then several minutes after 9 a.m., I needed to return to bed. I had risen overnight at (if I remember correctly) 4:44 a.m., and my inadequate hours of sleep had caught up with me.
I napped a little, and then checked the time about an hour after getting back to bed. It seemed to me that the T.V. was possibly on, so I correctly figured that my brother was home and already watching it. I wanted to have us watch some material relating to the COVID-19 scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic.
I went downstairs and boiled some water for a black instant coffee ─ my second thus far; and then I joined him and had to sit through the episode of NOVA that he had tuned in concerning the army of life-sized terracotta soldiers that were found buried in formation in China some years ago.
In researching that episode just now, I expect that it is the season 42 episode titled "Emperor's Ghost Army" which first aired back on November 12, 2014.
When he thereafter invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I first tuned in a 17-minute video uploaded just today by Erin Elizabeth (Health Nut News) titled Anderson Cooper talks about the “hunt down” of Dr. mercola.
That's the BitChute source ─ we watched it on YouTube, but those pricks will sooner or later censor it, I am sure. As a consequence, I refuse to link to it there.
I can't believe how pathetic Biden is ─ he's a deluded, feeble moron who hasn't an original thought of his own.
Anyway, I have just now subscribed to Erin Elizabeth's BitChute channel. I was heretofore unfamiliar with her until watching that video.
I see elsewhere that she may well be Dr. Joseph Mercola's wife. Well, if so, good for him!
The second video I tuned in was at Rumble: Dr Robert Malones Comments the Current Covid Crisis - July 17, 2021 . NewsVoice.se.
This video was over an hour long, and my brother left during its final minutes to retire to his bedroom to rest up ere taking off for the afternoon to ultimately go drinking somewhere.
He and I both are quite familiar with Dr. Robert Malone, having watched him before. However, the doctor's awareness of what is happening in the world is either deliberately being camoflaged by him so as to keep himself as shielded as possible from the repercussions that would result if he voiced aught about it; or else he is sincerely naive as to the greater picture.
He doesn't seem to be seeing beyond the COVID 'vaccines'; and even then, he is hesitant to denounce them. He only cautions that they may have serious consequences that need to be investigated; and that no one up to the age of 35 should require 'vaccination'.
He is still actively employed in the U.S. ─ even through the military and the pharmaceutical industry. Thus, he might be unwilling to jeopardize that livelihood by acknowledging the true evil that is afoot throughout the world. I just don't know.
He's clearly extremely intelligent, but can he still be short-sighted? Maybe.
Right after my brother had retired to his bedroom, someone rang the doorbell ─ twice. I have no idea who it was. No one ever visits me, so there is no one that I care to be bothered with ─ the odds were that it was a solicitor seeking donations, or else someone with something to sell.
Both of my stepsons were in their den area, but neither of them took the initiative to go and see who it was.
Since I did not wish to later have to field any enquiries from my brother about the visitor, I decided to seek another nap, correctly expecting that he would be gone for the afternoon by the time I was back out of my bedroom.
I have not mentioned this before, but for just about a week, an immediate neighbour has been hosting celebrations that are apparently related to the marriage of his daughter. The large family are of South Asian original, although via Fiji, I believe.
All of the women in attendance wear the most colourful traditional garments.
The house's high wood-fenced whole backyard is filled with large and ornate tenting.
Well, today things culminated with a couple dozen or more of the people there romping around in the cul-de-sac we live in, covering each other with untold amounts of baby or talcum powder ─ notwithstanding the garments of the women, and their coiffed hair.
Many of the men were absolutely white from the often aggressive assaults upon one another with containers of the powder, and I could smell the characteristic sweet scent of the power upstairs from my bedroom window where I watched the cavorting. It went on for quite a long time.
It reminded me of similar traditions in Thailand where such 'dousing' represents an expression of good luck and blessings to each of the victims.
However, I happen to know that talcum powder is not something that can safely be inhaled in the quantities that some of these people would have been doing, so I definitely felt solicitous as I witnessed the event.
It all took place right after I had gone to my bedroom after the doorbell-ringing, so I hope that it was not Arun (the neighbour) who had first come here to see my brother and I and perhaps invite us over.
It likely wasn't. After all, as I said, the celebrations next door seem to have been happening for nigh a week.
But the baby powder was not the end of the day's doings. Yes, most of the folks left to probably clean up; but late in the afternoon a freshened mob were back, and soon loud South Asian music was blaring.
This went on for about an hour, then the music stopped and I began hearing lots of voices out in the cul-de-sac again. All the men in fine suits, and the women in their traditional colourful raiment.
Then I noticed a full-size all-black shiny new bus ─ I've never seen one like it before. At first glance it almost looked like one of those new, shiny black semis with attached trailer, but there was no trailer ─ it was all one big bus.
People gradually climbed aboard; and maybe by 6:15 p.m., away the vehicle drove. Has some temple or similar venue been arranged for more festivities? And will the lot be back later this evening for more loud music and rollicking fun?
I sure don't know.
It is presently after 8 p.m., and I want to have a drink and a very light supper along with some T.V. before I betake myself to bed for an early evening.
Before I go, I just want to observe that this latter afternoon was sunny enough that I could have sunned, but I had neither the time nor the mental proclivity for it.
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