Yesterday was the memorial for Don ("Duck") F., a good hearted man my younger brother and I have known since maybe 1974. He died on August 28 at the age of 75, and just about two weeks to the very hour after my late maternal Aunt Nell P.'s husband Earl died. My brother and I had gotten to know Earl around the same time as we did Don.
Earl and Don knew one another long before my brother and I met them. Thus the somewhat strangeness of the timing of their deaths.
However, Earl was 86 when he died, I believe.
And no ─ no one died of (or even with) any of that COVID-19 bugaboo. In fact, Don's wife ─ who is 79 ─ said to me at the memorial that Don had been in three separate hospitals consecutively for nearly a half year. None of them were clogged up with COVID-19 patients. She doesn't even believe there is anything like that running rampant. Don had so damned many things wrong with him ─ his feet had even blackened and he'd had his toes amputated ─ that if there was a COVID-19 virus hanging around, it would have had no trouble moving right on in to him as a host.
The memorial was scheduled for 1 p.m. at a church not two blocks from where my brother and I live, so we had time for some morning T.V. That roster was to include this recent interview (53 minutes) with one of my favourite ladies: Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) "In Hot" with Action4Canada founder Tanya Gaw.
I believe that the video was recorded this past Thursday. Then either later that day or else on Friday, Tanya was notified by E-mail by her webhost that they had shut it down because of some unnamed violation that the website was guilty of.
Well, Tanya is a fighter. She immediately marshalled a defence and threatened legal action against that clear bid at censorship, and cited a few such precedents in which the plaintiffs had been awarded as much as a million dollars in compensation,
Apparently the website was operational again by the weekend. The cowards involved in the short shutdown discovered the kind of woman they are dealing with ─ her whole life's purpose now is the fight against the tyranny Canada's politicians and health officers have placed the people under.
My brother and I also watched a 20-minute Rebel News report on a protest this past Wednesday that was held in Vancouver: “Idiots,” ”jerks”: Health Freedom protesters react to insults from Vancouver mayor.
I don't live in Vancouver, but it seems probable that the mayor will never hold office again ─ a deserved fate. He outraged too many Vancouverites.
As for the memorial my brother and I attended, it was good. The church actually has a full-sized gymnasium where a huge buffet spread had been set up and was waiting for everyone after the service itself, so lots of socialization was undertaken.
And when things were finally breaking up, as my brother and I were heading for his van (yes, he drove despite how near to home the church was), three brothers who are our 'first cousins once removed' called us over to where they were standing by the car one of them had driven there.
That young chap ─ Darin ─ had some cold beer waiting in the back. So we all stood around and drank one while chatting before officially breaking up and heading our separate ways.
It was around 4 p.m. when my brother and I got home. Only my wife was here ─ her two sons had each gone out. Actually, the youngest one had to work.
I never did have time for a nap nor my day's scheduled exercise. After my brother left to go elsewhere to do some drinking, my wife also was to leave around 6:30 p.m. to head on in to Vancouver where she tends to spend her weekends.
She will probably be back sometime on Monday.
I had a Christmas movie all lined up, so I got that playing ─ 2012's Matchmaker Santa.
I very much liked it ─ and lead actress Lacey Chabert, whom I was unfamiliar with. She's certainly darned cute!
Two secondary actors were familiar to me: Florence Henderson is a name I have known for many years, but I would not have been able to recognize her if I did not known that she had been listed in the credits.
The other actor was very familiar to me as verbose mailman "Cliff" on Cheers: John Ratzenberger. In this movie, he played a small town's only mechanic and mayor.
One thing I liked (apart from lovely Lacey Chabert) about the movie was that there were no 'bad guys'. It was obvious that Lacey's character was going to fall in mutual love with her longtime boyfriend's best friend; but it was conveniently arranged that the boyfriend would meantime meet and rekindle a lost love with a sweetheart from his past.
So at no time did anyone suffer any emotional hurt in the movie ─ I very much appreciated that.
Incidentally, when the boyfriend Justin's mother finally makes her appearance, I was struck by how gorgeous the woman was. I don't know the actress, but it was apparently Mary-Margaret Humes.
I would gladly watch this movie again around Christmastime with my brother and his girlfriend Bev if she comes over to stay for a couple of days as she usually does around then.
I had two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock, and quite a substantial supper, while watching the movie. The combination rather overcame me.
I went to bed mid-evening or soon thereafter; and although I initially slept fairly well, into the a.m. I hit a wakeful stretch of maybe 1½ hours. Since I wanted to go grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods nigh 1½ miles from here, I didn't want to be getting up too early, or else I would risk becoming too ill slept to care to go anywhere.
I have to walk ─ I do not drive.
So I stalled until nearly 4 a.m., and then rose to begin the three-drop Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS) protocol that I am presently trying to maintain for three weeks. This was the finish of the first week ─ or maybe the start of the second.
I did manage to get out and do the shopping, but I never left home until several minutes after 7 a.m. Although it was daylight outside, the sky was threatening rain and all was wet from earlier rains, with a possible vague mist to the air.
As much as I wanted to afterwards when I was back home, I had to resist getting too comfortable in bed when I finally had to resort to it, for I wanted to try for eight hourly courses of that MMS. Unfortunately, coffee will negate the MMS, so one must do without. And since some foods ─ and nutritional supplements ─ will also cancel the MMS, I find that it is likely best to eat nothing.
Let me say that by the time I had my sixth dose shortly after 9 a.m., I was so weary of drinking that stuff ─ and deeply hungry ─ that I almost broke. After all, MMS remains active for up to as long as two hours after taking it, so I did not want to ingest anything that would cancel out that activity.
In other words, even at 9 a.m. with two further hourly doses awaiting, if I stopped right then I would be unable to have a coffee until after 11 a.m. or else I would be wasting the 9 a.m. dose.
And so I settled in at 10 a.m. to watch some T.V. with my brother. There had been a nurses' rally protest yesterday in Vancouver over mandatory 'vaccinations' and 'vaccine' passports that my brother wanted to get some insider views of, so I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's four-hour video of the event.
We ended up fast forwarding through an hour of the video, skipping the actual march; but even so, this took us to just about 1:30 p.m. If you are curious abut the video ─ and provided the Facebook link remains valid ─ you ought to be able to access it here.
Oh, gosh! ─ it's already after 7:30 p.m.
I can spend no further time on this post ─ I must have a beer and a bit of supper (and some T.V.) before my brother gets back.
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