Our Cowardly Federal Leader Still Hiding

I thought that I was going to have more time to work on this post than the situation has turned out to be ─ I mostly blame my immersion into an E-mail that I had to spend time researching in the latter afternoon.

In fact, entirely related to the subject matter that got me so caught up in making my E-mailed response were two videos that my younger brother and I watched this morning ─ both videos were apparently recorded yesterday.

The first was just over an hour long: Jan 30 - The Sikh Community Fights Back Against NDP Leader Jagmeet Singh's Lies & Deception About Convoy.   

In the video, hosts Odessa and Norbert Orlewicz were interviewing a young woman named Sunit Kaur who might be older than I initially thought she was if her 'growing up' years involved the 1970s and 1980s.

The second video was almost 50 minutes long: First Truckers Conference Sunday Jan 30th.

I was not aware that a woman figured largely in the organizing of the Freedom Convoy 2022 ─ and apparently she (Tamara Lich) is Métis.

I wish that I had the time to continue on this topic, but I do not.

By the way, I did get out early last evening and hiked over to the elementary school playground a half mile away that has the five heavy-duty rings suspended from chains that the older kids can use for some serious exercising. I am still attempting to regain all of the strength that I had prior to last October, the month that I apparently nearly died from what was diagnosed as "COVID pneumonia".

The walking was part of that effort. And as for the rings, I was only able to do four sets of a single repetition in each of the sets, but last November I could not even begin to pull myself up ─ let alone elevate to a full pull-up.

I am definitely growing much stronger. I also have all of my weight back, and stripped down I look pretty nearly as good as I used to.

A few words now on the weather ─ the day was mostly sunny. It was raining last evening, and the cloud cover no doubt prevented any development of frost overnight. Despite the sunshine today, though, there was a very chilly wind blowing that made it uncomfortable out there to just be standing around ─ or trying to sit and enjoy the sunshine (which I didn't attempt).

My wife phoned me late in the afternoon to report that she has taken another $500 from my monthly pension ─ that is now $1,300 that she has usurped. She then tried to mollify matters by saying that she would reimburse me $1,000 later today after she is home ─ she has been away since leaving here no later than 10:15 a.m. (if I am remembering correctly) last Friday morning to go to work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Her friendships and involvements with the various Thai and other Southeast Asian ladies she has come to know since her immigration here to Canada in May 2006 is unbelievably expensive. Where I am concerned, it is effectively ruinous. 

I am wholly trapped in the deep debt that she has incurred for us.

But this is another topic I have no time for, even if I was inclined to delve into it.

There is nothing more than I wish to speak about, so I am going to sign off right now.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ My Visit to the New Grocery Store

Another afternoon foully squandered in lieu of a needed nap.

As my early evening commences, I find myself too discouraged to be blogging, so this will be short. I hope my brother comes home soberer than he did last evening ─ he even passed out in his chair during the first show I tuned in which was the premiere episode of the T.V. series Batwoman. 

Had it been later ─ or had the episode managed to play out before he revived ─ I would have gone to bed and left him, for I had plans to do some early grocery shopping this morning at the new Save-On-Foods that just opened for business this past Thursday (see the SurreyNowLeader.com article Free items for shoppers at Save-On-Foods’ new Surrey store, opening at King George Hub).

The store is a relocation from its previous site and is now half the distance away from here that had been the case ─ so, maybe ¾ of a mile instead of around 1½ miles. Since I do not drive and thus have to walk, this is quite a boon to me.

My bedtime was just after midnight, and I had set my cellphone's alarm for 6 a.m. to allow me time for a black instant coffee before I left home, for the store opens at 7 a.m.

Although I got to sleep normally enough, I found myself awake at 3 a.m. and needed to use the toilet. The resumption of further sleep was extremely difficult thereafter, and the only times I had proof of having lapsed into any sleep were fragments of dream that were left me each time I was aware enough to feel some anxiety about my predicament of an ill start to my day from inadequate sleep.

Ultimately, there came a point when I was too anxious to try for sleep any further without a check of the time, for I felt that surely it must be nearing the time when my cellphone's alarm would be sounding.

To my dismay, it was precisely 7 a.m., and my cellphone had been silent the past hour. The store had already opened, and I was just now rising from bed!

Initially I almost aborted the trip; however, resolution took over and I hustled myself ready and sans any stimulating caffeine I set off for the store ─ I would not have gone if it was still at its former location.

I ended up blowing over $100, and had quite a weight to tote home in the two tote bags I had brought. The hike back was definitely arduous; but I had found that just hastening to the store was something of a feat, for I have become so unfit at walking.

This must change.

At outset, I found that the ends of my longest toes on each foot were still keenly sensitive from the much longer hike that I had undergone exactly one week earlier ─ a round trip of 5.625 miles, with the return journey involving the added strain of two loads of groceries. 

That was my only walk since the much shorter one that I undertook this morning, so I well recognize that taking a walk just once a week is not going to improve my lot. And so I am now going to get out after this post is done and hike a distance of at least a half mile to an elementary school's playground where there are a set of five or six heavy-duty rings suspended from chains. I will then endeavour to do some pull-ups before making my return to home.

If I can somehow manage just token outings such as this on a near daily basis during the week, I ought to see improvement in my ability to walk. My knees, for one thing, are afire from the morning's challenge. Both are cartilage-damaged anyway, but they don't normally become as crippling as they are right now if I am more regular about my walking.

Due to my wasted afternoon, I got no other exercising accomplished beyond the shopping expedition, so those pull-ups at the school will be something of an atonement ─ albeit not the best such penance overall, but better than none at all.

Keep in mind that I am 72 years old, and still trying to achieve the strength that I had prior to becoming sick last October with what was diagnosed as "COVID pneumonia" and resulted in a hospital stay of just over 11 days after I had already been basically bed-ridden for a few days but was too stubborn to seek help.

With all of that explained, I shall now ready myself for my day's second outing ─ it is now 6:48 p.m. as I type these very words.

A Bad Start to the Day

As written was intended yesterday at the closing of that day's post, I did indeed watch a Christmas movie early that evening ─ I somewhat reluctantly selected 2009's A Golden Christmas.

I was reluctant because I do not care for Christmas movies that have pets as the central characters ─ I am not a child, despite loving the emotion of Christmas movies.

However, the movie proved to be truly enjoyable, and I drank at least four ounces of dark rum and even a few ounces of red wine over the course of the film.

I was not much familiar with the name Andrea Roth, but the actress herself was a familiar sight, although I could not place her in anything I had seen before. Now that I know that she was a mainstay in the T.V. series Rescue Me, I understand just why she was so familiar.

She is certainly a beautiful woman.

I also was not much familiar with the name of actor Nicholas Brendon, but as soon as I saw him, I recognized him from the old Buffy the Vampire Slayer T.V. series.

These two actors played of course the central characters who were supposed to have shared a childhood Summer when they were both nine years old. In reality, Andrea is (I believe) nearly 4½ years older than Brendon, so no such childhood bonding would likely have ever been possible for the actors.

I enjoyed the movie quite a lot, and plan to get around to watching all of the sequels ─ provided that the pet theme does not become too cloying. In this movie, it worked very nicely.

Later last evening, my wife alerted me via texts that she was withdrawing $800 from our chequing account ─ which is really only mine anymore, for she no longer contributes to it. The account is where my monthly pension gets deposited.

As far as I can tell, the only reason she would need that much money late into the evening was because she was partying; or she may even have been back to gambling.

I had thought that by transferring $1,900 of my pension into a savings account, she would not manage to access it. However, she is savvier than I credited her ─ she took $300 from the chequing account, and $500 from the savings account, so clearly she is able to 'see' both accounts.

Henceforth I am either going to have to withdraw most of my pension after it arrives each month, and deposit it back in bits and drabs just to maintain enough in the balance to cover various credit debits that get applied to the account.

Or else I will have to alert my eldest stepson and transfer most of my pension into his account. I don't think that my wife would dare to touch that, for she dreads either of her sons realizing how severely she wastes money; and they know of her recurring gambling habit, and become very angry with her when they learn of her relapses.

She never did come home last night, nor has she shown up at all today.

I drank enough last evening that I got to sleep normally enough last night after getting to bed at some point during the midnight hour, but I found myself awake around 4 a.m. and was unable to return to sleep due to the intense anxiety I was feeling about the constant threat of debt that my wife keeps placing me under. No doubt I was also suffering some of the ravages of the alcohol I had imbibed, for I also drank three (I believe) cans of beer, one of which was 8% alcohol.

I finally had to rise around 5 a.m. and I remained up for perhaps a couple of hours before returning to bed and managing a little further sleep.

There was no fog overnight; so after temperatures dropped a little below freezing, we had some frost. The day probably turned reasonably mild, and had a little sunshine. But early this evening, I have been hearing it raining outside as I sit here right now at 6:46 p.m. working on this post.

The Canadian truckers' Freedom Convoy 2022 began staging their presence in Ottawa today, and there has been a call from them nationwide to refuse to comply any longer with mandates such as masking. I have remained home all day, but I have seen a few pedestrians passing by the house wearing their face masks as usual.

And my brother admitted that he would be unlikely to try to enter a store or mall without slipping a face mask on because he does not expect that many people here in the Greater Vancouver / Lower Mainland area will be heeding that call, and he is too cowardly to stand out. We live in Surrey. 

A similar call to action has been issued by Action4Canada for the coming Monday.

I am as cowardly as my brother. I plan to get out early tomorrow morning to do some grocery shopping, but I cannot see myself boldly stalking into the store without my face mask on. It is one thing to refuse to wear one while walking outdoors; but I cannot surrender the notion that a store has the right to declare that its customers must be masked, just as surely it has the right to declare that customers have to not be barefooted or bare-chested. 

However, no one owns the outdoors, so no damned government is ever going to force me to wear a mask outdoors.

I want to cram in some T.V. this early evening before my brother returns ─ he left for the afternoon while I was having a nap; and so I am going to cease working any further on today's post.

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Touching Up

This post will be short, for I wish to watch a Christmas movie while indulging in some dark rum for emotional enhancement, and it is already after 6 p.m.

My wife had to work another full day (with an 11 a.m. start) at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so once my brother left for the afternoon whilst I was having my nap, I had the remainder of the afternoon to myself until maybe 5 p.m. when my eldest stepson got home from work.

I spent quite some while following my nap in a response to an unexpected E-mail from my niece (my brother's only child) ─ she lives in Washington State on a sort of farm with her boyfriend.

She's clearly excited about the astounding truckers' Freedom Convoy 2022 that has been Ottawa-bound since the start of the week from across Canada and even the States. I will have to let my brother know ─ I think that he will be tickled that she contacted me. 

This is the first time she has ever reached out to me of her own volition. Previously, she has only done so in response to a message from me.

Her father doesn't understand how to use a computer, so he has no E-mail address. She is probably reluctant at times to text him because that can initiate a 'back-and-forth' that can expend far too much time if that is not what the initiator is prepared for.

By the way, this morning was the first with no fog ─ we had misty mornings prior to today for five consecutive days. Actually, it may have been longer, but I just never noticed. I went shopping on foot early last Sunday and was impressed by the amount of long-lasting fog, so that morning stuck with me.

I suppose that the major event of my day today was when I accompanied my brother this morning when he left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. and drive her to work. I took that opportunity to stock up at the nearest government liquor store on four dozen cans of the strong beer (Cariboo Malt at 8% alcohol) that I prefer to drink here at home. 

I would likely never have been able to hike that much weight home! Not by hand, anyway. It would have been a two-mile hike to get back here.

For the record, the full bill after the addition of taxes and deposit was $76.47. 

Okay, I've had my full schedule of exercising today, so I feel that I am now clear to go and locate the Christmas movie that I have in mind ─ I will be doing this through one of the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

Tomorrow, I ought to have the time to report on the feature.

Canadian Trucker Convoys Galore!

'Twill be a short post this relatively sunny day, albeit the morning was foggy for a fifth consecutive day.

My wife had to work the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time (with an 11 a.m. start), so I was not impinged by her presence where my scant blogging time is concerned. There were a couple of other factors that were at play.

For one, I needed to seek my afternoon nap twice. The first time, I was hovering in slumberland when I became aware that the doorbell had sounded, so I rose in order to get downstairs to surreptitiously peek and see if by chance it was a package delivery (and not some undesired other nuisance visitor).

However, my younger brother was still home and had answered the door; and as I listened, I caught the gist that although there was indeed a package with this address, there was a charge of over $150 (or even over $160) due ... and no one specific was identified on the address as the recipient.

I recalled that my youngest stepson has in the past had a package delivered to him under the pseudonym of "Dream something-or-other".

Since my brother was unwilling to deal further with the delivery, he told the carrier that he was going to fetch me to cope with it, thereby washing his hands of any involvement.

So I had to accept delivery and pay for the darned thing.

And yes, it did turn out to be something that my youngest stepson had ordered. When he came home from work later in the afternoon, he said that he would transfer the owed money back into my chequing account.

He also said that there might be another package coming tomorrow from the same source that he thinks he did pay for.

But why the hell do these infernal interruptions always have to come when I am attempting a nap? It's either something like a delivery; or else it is a call or text from my wife.

In any case, my brother soon enough left for the afternoon, and I then sought a more complete nap because I felt too weary to deal with any of the duties still before me, including a session of exercising.

And so I lost more time lying in my bed ─ time that I otherwise would have been able to use in the final touch-up to the post I was wanting to publish today at my hosted website My Retirement Dream.  

Certainly I did work upon that post following my second nap, but it took awhile ─ and Thailand Aanbiedingen is the final result.

Make of that what you will, but I will at least explain that "aanbiedingen" is Dutch for "offers" or "deals".

When that was finally out of the way (I had originally begun the post back in September), I broke to have that mentioned session of exercising. And now I am making this short post.

Since the Freedom Convoy 2022 involving thousands of Canadian (and even American) truckers all bound for Ottawa to confront our corrupt Canadian government and its leader (idiot and cowardly Crime Minister Trudope) is making worldwide news, I am going to link to the Odessa Orlewicz video that my brother and I watched this morning ─ it was over 1¼ hours in duration: Jan 26 - Attention BC'ers! Convoy To Downtown Vancouver THIS Saturday!

This was Odessa's description:

I interview Mr. Stacy Midgley one of the truckers organizing the truckers convoy heading downtown Vancouver THIS SATURDAY Jan 29th  to take back BC. This is a last minute convoy for those truckers and residents that could not go to Ottawa. He is asking that ALL BC residents come to this and support them either as a part of the convoy or on the sides of the roads and bridges with signs and decorations or just YOU! I also interview Keith MacIntyre the leader of the BC Libertarian Party about the work he is doing with BC businesses to say NO MORE!!

Amen to all of that!

The video included three other guests: truckers Jason Bradbury and Jon Esselink, and a woman who only identified for some reason as "Theresa".  

That local or limited Fraser Valley convoy setting off tomorrow will apparently be doing so at 10 a.m. from Langley:

My older half-sister Phyllis and her adult daughter live in the Langley area, so this afternoon I E-mailed her the above notice in case she felt like at least witnessing that inauguration of the local convoy. I do not drive, so I won't be going.

Something else of deep interest concerning Saturday is that the leadership or organizers of the truckers involved in the national convoy have announced that they want Canadians to unite this Saturday and refuse to wear a face mask anywhere that one has been mandated.

I've just found out that there is also an Alberta provincial convoy geared up to go on this coming Saturday ─ check out this Facebook post: Alberta Convoy to Legislature.  

Yup! Things are getting plenty interesting here in Canada!

Truckers Convoy 2022

Early last evening I finished watching a subtitled 2017 Indonesian movie that I had tuned in the evening previous to that for my younger brother and I to watch; but before quite half an hour of the movie had elapsed, his foul, miserable disposition compelled me to cancel out of the show because he was making it impossible for me to try to enjoy it.

I expect that he had grown too drunk to care to be trying to struggle with the subtitles or captions, many of which were impossible to read because ─ as is a common complaint ─ the white text cannot be discerned against very light backgrounds.

The movie was Marlina the Murderer in Four Acts, and has been described as both a Western and a thriller. I will allow that it did have a good Western feel ─ the music especially helped, often sounding exactly like something from a Spaghetti Western. However, "thriller" was a misnomer, for the movie often seemed plodding. 

The film certainly illustrated how vulnerable a Single woman in Indonesia must be. However, I found it rather hard to identify with the thought processes of the characters ─ perhaps they were indicative of that nation, but they definitely seemed simplistic. 

One thing that surprised me was that everyone in the film appeared to be Christian, so the viewer was not treated to women with swaddled heads.

As for the filming style ─ and this again is a nod to the Spaghetti Westerns' era ─ I am beyond the technique whereby the camera focusses in on someone's face and locks in on it while some dramatic expression on that face is held for a ridiculously long time, almost as if the scene has been frozen. That isn't a filming style that is common any longer ─ at least not in the English-speaking movies that I see anymore.

I suppose that the actors performed well enough, but it all still seemed to me to be too exaggerated. Maybe I would rate it a 'three' out of a possible 'five' points.

I watched a second movie with my brother later that evening after he was home. It was actually the very first or premiere episode of the BBC series Screen Two.

The 1985 movie was titled Contact, and I was unable to find any sources for it in any of the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box. Instead, I had to make a fairly extensive search using the Yandex browser until I located what was likely a torrent (or shared) source file for the movie that allowed me to slowly have it downloaded onto a flash drive.

The USB flash or thumb drive played the movie flawlessly in our Android TV Box.

There is an exceptional review of the movie at Letterboxd, by the way. 

My brother and I love movies and T.V. shows from the United Kingsom. And although we enjoyed this nearly documentary-style film, there was no intent at any character development, so we felt quite detached as viewers. 

It was certainly bleak. I can't imagine how the Platoon Commander could want to continue with a military career ─ if he indeed did retain his sanity after the conclusion of the feature.

I will be soon enough deleting the movie from the flash drive ─ I wish that I could just upload it to some media platform where more people could access and watch it. However, I expect that there would likely be a copyright complaint that would see it banned.

Too darned bad.

Well, my wife did not have to work today, although she did go our for a couple of hours on some unidentified errand(s). 

While she was out, a very heavy box of health-related products that she had ordered from Thailand's iCon Group arrived. My wife dabbles as a Canadian agent for the company, and seems to sell for less than what maybe others in this part of the world are doing.

Anyway, she posted this 11-minute video to her Facebook account ─ she recorded herself opening the box and rummaging through its contents, all the while narrating in Thai:

She then made another related post:

I really do wish the poor gal could make a strong go of purveying these products, and stop depending upon me.

But ... moving on.

The morning was another that was quite heavy with fog ─ the fourth such consecutive morning, I believe. Such conditions have kept overnight temperatures just around the freezing point. If not for the blanket of mist, the mainly clear skies up there above the mist would otherwise have brought us frost and below-freezing temperatures.

Also this morning, my brother and I watched Odessa Orlewicz's latest video which is titled Jan 25th- Truckers Convoy! With Guest Martin Brodmann -President Of Truckers United. 

Lovely Alicia Johnson was Odessa's able co-host ─ I very much like Alicia!

Martin Brodmann told of a fabulous Memorandum of Understanding that I went through the process of signing ─ you can view it at Canada-Unity.com/MOU. We have got to get that idiot Crime Minister Trudope out of Ottawa, for he is absolutely ruining Canada; maybe this M.O.U. can help bring that about ─ it is much more than a useless petition. 

Odessa's video was a little over an hour long and is now part of a section at Librti.com that is being called Freedom Convoy 2022 ─ it is where numerous convoy videos are being uploaded and preserved from censorship or banning.

That reminds me of an 11-second video that my older half-sister Phyllis sent me a link for a day or two back. She said that she was too afraid of forwarding it and thereby offending people in her Address Book who have been injected with the genetic toxin known as the 'Kill Shot', and I immediately understood why when I saw the video:

Droves of the fooled are becoming awakened now, but there are still enormous numbers out there who will go to their graves embracing every booster that gets offered ─ and sadly, dragging their loved ones along with them whenever it is possible to do so.

I have nothing more that I want to report on today. My eyes are burning from overwork at this computer.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Another Fail

I lost my afternoon soon after having a short nap ─ and following my younger brother's departure for the afternoon. My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she factored out of it.

It is already nearly 7:30 p.m., so I am not going to even try to extend this post on this, our third consecutive misty day ─ or at least, that was the situation for the morning.

When my brother and I got together to watch some videos this morning, most notable was Dr. Joseph Mercola's latest production: How COVID Shots Supress Your Immune System- Interview with Stephanie Seneff, Ph.D.  

The video was approximately 1⅓ hours in duration; but even though it was quite technical, Dr. Mercola worked at dumming down Dr. Seneff's heavy use of cellular / virological research jargon ─ my brother seemed aware of this, for he was definitely attentive enough. He used to gripe strongly whenever I tuned in Dr. Mercola interviews because they were typically beyond my brother's understanding; but my brother of late seems more tolerant due to the very pertinent subject matter Dr. Mercola has been focussing upon.  

I wish that I could redo my afternoon, but of course I cannot. I lost out on my usual exercising session as a result. However, that is not as important as is the wasteful losing of the afternoon. 

Since I have no time nor inclination to expand, I am going to call it a day right here where any further blogging is concerned.

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Let 'Em Roll!

Image from ChildrensHealthDefenseorg

My wife showed up early this afternoon, so my blogging time is limited. She actually showed up before I had sought my afternoon nap, but I did not allow that to delay me.

The nap was especially long, so I must have been in certain need. And that has also limited my schedule for blogging.

I watched an enjoyable Christmas movie early last evening. My choice was the 2009 British feature Nativity!  

Initially I had instead considered watching its 2012 sequel, not knowing anything about the predecessor; but after reading in Wikipedia that there are actually four such related movies, I felt obliged to begin with the original.

No doubt the four or so ounces of dark rum that I enjoyed while watching the movie helped out, but I found sufficient emotion in this comedy to make it quite worthwhile. I would definitely watch it again with company around a future Christmastime.

I felt that I had probably seen the lead actor (Martin Freeman) in other roles, but his name meant nothing to me. I now see that he might be familiar for portraying Bilbo Baggins in the The Hobbit movies, but I am unsure that I have seen any of those ─ maybe only the Lord of the Rings features.

I was also unfamiliar with the actors playing the lead character's ex-girlfriend (Ashley Jensen) and his very large unwanted childish assistant (Marc Wootton), but I see now that both of those actors have T.V. series that I fully intend to get around to watching at some point with my younger brother.

The kids in the movie were absolutely realistic and adorable ─ I don't understand why Wikipedia had nothing to say about them.

Anyway, yes, it was a very good Christmas movie, and could actually be watched at any time of the year.

This morning ─ which seemed like it must have been as foggy as was yesterday morning ─ I led off the T.V.-viewing with my brother by tuning in a video that Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson recorded live last evening in Golden. 

Laura-Lynn is travelling with the convoy of truckers that left from the Greater Vancouver area very early Sunday morning, and which is to be swiftly growing in numbers as it travels East towards Ottawa with the full intention of challenging our tyrannical federal Crime Minister Pierre Trudope over the insane inoculation and masking mandates that this weak idiot keeps inflicting on our economically damaged (by him) country.

I see that Laura-Lynn has already posted two more videos today, beginning with one very early this morning, so I am going to be tuning in tomorrow morning whatever has accumulated since the one my brother and I watched today.

Laura-Lynn has accounts at Odysee, BitChute, and Rumble where her trucker convoy videos can be found.  

My brother and I watched a couple of other much longer videos relating to the casedemic / plandemic / scamdemic, but I am not going to mention them. I haven't any further time.

Freedom

Still nurturing the determination to get up at 5 a.m. this morning in order to undertake the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) to get some grocery shopping done, I did not get to bed last night until a little after midnight after watching T.V. with my younger brother via our Android TV Box.

There came a point overnight when I felt more awake than I cared to be. However, my alarm was set for 5 a.m., so I endeavoured to return to sleep while it was still possible.

Unfortunately, I was haunted by the expectation of that alarm sounding at any moment. How long it may be that I resisted checking the time is nothing I can answer with surety, but I would not be surprised if a half hour was in the neighbourhood of being correct.

So what time was it when I checked, feeling unpleasantly alert or awake?

It was only 3:20 a.m. If I had indeed been quite awake for as much as a half hour, then I had not even been in bed for two hours when first I found myself awake.

Well, there was nothing for it but to renew my attempt to get to sleep, trying to comfort myself as solace that with an hour and 40 minutes to go before my alarm sounded, I ought to manage at least a little further sleep.

I suppose that I did, but it surely could not have been anything like an abundance. Nevertheless, when I became aware of my cellphone's alarm buzzing, I did rise and dressed, and then went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee. 

As ever, the plan was to try and be on my way by about 6 a.m. in order to make the distant store as soon around its 7 a.m. opening as possible. But as is almost always the case, it was after 6 a.m. by the time I was on my way, albeit less than 10 minutes so.

Last evening it had seemed certain that we were going to have frost overnight, for it was colder outside than it has been for nigh two weeks, and much of the sky was clear.

That was not the case when I set off ─ we had quite foggy conditions. Everything was wet with the mist, but I suspect that the blanketing fog spared us the freezing situation that might otherwise have greeted me.

I have become so unfit for walking, or for carrying the sort of load I had without taking any breaks. This has got to change!

I found everything I wanted to find at the store, so the weight I had to tote home in two tote bags I had brought with me included two litres of liquid whipping cream, three one-kilogramme (2.2-pound) containers of creamed honey, 16 bars of Original Irish Spring soap (1.7 kilogrammes, or 3.75 pounds), 1.6 kilogrammes (3.5 pounds) of extra old cheddar cheese, and at least a couple of lighter items. 

So I suppose it all came to just about 16 pounds (7.25 kilogrammes).

Apart from the soles of my feet being footsore long before I was yet home, the ends of my toes were afire from being compressed against the ends of my boots; and my cartilage-damaged knees manifested severe arthritic-like pain.

It was approximately 8:40 a.m. by the time I was back home. 

I've got to toughen up somehow. I used to be a strong walker, and a runner, too. Alas, though, I would need to be living somewhere far from the public eye, for I cannot bear being out there during the busy day with people everywhere ─ I need privacy and solitude. Otherwise, I just remain shut up here at home ─ a self-imposed 'house arrest'.

These early Sunday mornings are the only time of the week I care to be venturing very far from home. Yet even this morning, I was displeased by how much traffic had developed during my homeward trek.

At least the fog kept everything pleasantly gloomy, for I crave that sort of anonymity. And it was just about as dark by the time I got to that store as it was when I first left home.

I had to put my ravaged 72-year-old frame to bed for a nap soon after I was back home, but I got up again around 10:45 a.m. in order to be available to operate our Android TV Box and tune in some fare not otherwise available to my brother who cannot operate the device nor even use a computer.  

We settled on some videos that were posted to Odessa Orlewicz's Facebook account. She recorded footage of the "Freedom Rally" that was held in Vancouver yesterday ─ she was one of the speakers; and she reposted another woman's video recorded early this morning at an Abbotsford overpass of the Trans Canada Highway as what seemed to be as many as a couple of hundred people were gathered to witness and show their support for the "truckers' convoy" that was leaving Delta and maybe Vancouver, all bound to be ultimately joined by others from elsewhere in the province as the convoy started heading for Ottawa, picking up more and more truckers along the way in the other provinces.

That latter video was over 1½ hours long, but my brother and I began skipping through it because after sitting through the first half hour, their was no evidence of any organized convoy as yet ─ just trucks and cars honking to those many folks at the overpass.

We never did see any organized convoy. If it did indeed materialize, it was far from organized and not at all obvious. Hopefully, as truckers across the country unite province by province, there will be a genuine train of hundreds and hundreds ─ maybe thousands ─ of trucks.

It was said that the truckers intend to mass in their bewildering numbers in Ottawa, and refuse to leave until our unwanted federal tyrannical Crime Minister Trudope submits his resignation.

I don't know if that truly is the plan; but if it is, then I hope the masses of truckers do not start fizzling out. Supposedly, public donations in support of them amount to well over one million dollars to help with their sheltering, feeding, and fuel costs. 

I did not link to anything at Facebook because of the unreliability of that platform where censorship is rampant. However, if you are unaware of Odessa Orlewicz, she can be found at her website's Librti Video section.

My brother never did try to seek some bed rest before he left especially early this afternoon to go to his girlfriend Bev's home to watch NFL games with her ... and do some drinking, of course.

When he left, I soon enough had another nap.

I am definitely home to stay ─ I am too brutalized from the early morning's outing to be getting out and walking anywhere this evening.

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Critiquing a Christmas Miracle

Although it is only a few minutes past 6 p.m. as I open this post, I would much prefer to be having a nap ─ despite having had a short one in the fairly early afternoon. 

Incidentally, following that earlier nap, I was using the toilet when I heard my wife bid my younger brother a goodbye, and she was then gone. Typically, she will likely not be back until Monday afternoon or evening ─ such is our sorry or shallow marriage. 

This is going to be a very short post, for I haven't the heart to spend much time with it.

I want to mention that I did watch an early evening Christmas movie yesterday, just as I said I likely would in that day's post. My choice was a 2012 feature titled Christmas Miracle for which I found a good source in one of the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

Along with maybe four ounces of dark rum, I quite enjoyed the movie despite some glaring inconsistencies. The very worst of those was that the people in the five or so vehicles (that all nearly piled up on the snowy mountain road) had to take refuge in an old abandoned church because it was unfeasible for anyone to be able to walk to the nearest town, according to one fellow who was something of a local. 

So no one would have been able to walk to the nearest town, yet the autistic young son of one estranged couple skipped out on his babysitter back at home and walked practically all the way to the church in search of his parents?

How bloody hoakey is that? Clearly, the church was not at all far from a town.

Also on the ridiculous side was that the aforementioned vehicles carrying the travellers who were about to be stranded had been travelling independently of one another and all while heading in the same direction along the road where a large tree lay to bar further passage.

Each vehicle almost had deadly consequences before coming to a sliding halt ─ and the first two did indeed suffer a collision. All of this happened within just a few minutes ─ maybe less than five. Yet for the rest of the movie, there was no further traffic? 

Give me a break.    

Anyway, I did enjoy the emotional developments between the various characters, but the ending of the movie was so unpalatably saccharine that it just about spoiled everything for me. I don't at all mind a good dose of Christianity, but that ending was simply too excessive for me. 

In fact, I would not choose to watch this movie ever again.

None of the cast's names were known to me, although a face or two were familiar. However, I certainly do not equate that to any sort of production failing. There was just no getting over that sickeningly-sweet conclusion. It was not even remotely believable.  

And although I rather enjoyed the song "Silent Night" as sung by a guitarist (and obviously a genuine Country singer) among the stranded travellers at the old church, I did not enjoy being subjected to another ─ and unfamiliar ─ number by the guy at the movie's conclusion.

It was too much as if the movie was actually a vehicle to showcase his singing. 

Yes, I have researched to see who the actor / singer happened to be, but I choose to deliberately not name him.

Enough of that.

Turning to today's weather, once again we have had well above freezing temperatures, and a fair amount of sunshine ─ I could have comfortably sat outside and basked in it, but the Sun transits our backyard too quickly at this time of year to allow of any worthwhile exposure.

And now it is 7 p.m., so I am going to wind this post up. I could have watched yet another Christmas movie as an excuse to have more rum, but I hope to rise no later than 5 a.m. and embark on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to do some early morning grocery shopping tomorrow, trying to reach the store as soon after its 7 a.m. opening as I can.

Drinking another four or so ounces of dark rum, and then later following that with a couple of cans of beer, will not likely put me into the best shape for the hike ─ or for any early rising. I do not drive, so I have little other option where this specific shopping is concerned. 

I detest being out walking during the busy day, so I limit these excursions to very early on Sunday mornings.

I only plan on buying a few items, but the main ones I am after will be considerably less expensive than what is available to me more locally.

It truly is a bummer being a useless 72-year-old pensioner 'has-been'.

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Lamenting

It required some effort to get myself relaxed enough to finally achieve sleep last night. Just before bedtime, I had gone to my chequing account online to transfer over enough money to cover the shortfall in that account for the monthly mortgage that could possibly be automatically debited from the account as early as today, but certainly no later than Monday.

I felt that I ought to be in relatively good shape afterwards where that savings account was concerned ─ it is an account where I am finding it more and more necessary to shelter money that I have taken from the chequing account to put it out of reach of my wife.

She has taken the liberty of withdrawing several hundreds of dollars at a time from the chequing account, and letting me know thereafter, promising to replace it in several days' time.

The problem with that, as I have now discovered, is that there is so very much activity with the chequing account that I am unable to keep track of just which are her withdrawals and which are her make-up deposits. Often her make-up deposits are done in partial amounts, so it quickly becomes impossible to tell just where it is that she stands with her debts to the account.

Up until a few years ago, she used to deposit her paycheques into the account, but she no longer does that. The only money that goes into the account on a regular basis is my monthly pension income.

Yet my wife continues to tap into my pension as if it is still a joint account ─ it is, of course; but in name only. She no longer contributes to it.

She works part-time and thus has her own income, but it is never enough. And I have to suffer the consequences.

I thought that I might be in good shape this month because due to my age (I am 72), my RRIF (Registered Retirement Income Fund) started paying out a year ago on a quarterly basis, and the payment this month was the largest yet ─ over $500 beyond my usual pension.

Consequently, I thought that I was comfortably ahead of the game where the mortgage was concerned despite some Christmas withdrawals ─ you see, each December, a good part of my pension is paid to me a few days ahead of Christmas, whereas the usual pay date is sometime in the final few days of any month.

So although I did start "spending" my monthly pension somewhat earlier than usual last month due to Christmas purchases, I knew that around the middle of this month that quarterly RRIF would be coming to the rescue even though heretofore it has never even been as much as $400.        

Thus, discovering that it was over $500 was an enormous comfort, and I even started considering buying a thing or two for myself.

Well, last night I discovered that I was going to have to put all of that extra pension ─ along with other money in the savings account ─ towards the monthly mortgage coming due. And I had over $1,100 in that savings account!

Now it only has something over $100 in its balance because I had to transfer so much of the fund over to my chequing account, ensuring that it had approximately $200 more than would be required just to be secure in case some automated debit or two is applied to the account meantime. There are so many damned piddling hits on the account throughout each month for various bank and insurance interest payments that it is impossible for me anymore to even know what they are for, let alone when they will strike. 

Many of these interest transactions relate to my wife.  

Anyway, I was so depressed last night after realizing just how dire is my situation that ... well, I was almost teary-eyed despite feeling anger. Settling down to find sleep was not simply done.

I never did have much of an RRSP to convert into a RRIF. And eventually, I will no longer be getting any of those quarterly RRIF payments because the fund will have run dry. As a result, had this month's chequing account fiasco occurred when I had no RRIF payments any longer, what could I have done?

There is much, much more that I am not divulging relating to the debt I am living under due to my wife's past demands and extravagances ─ just take my word for it.

I don't want to blog any further today, so I will just comment on the weather ─ it continues to be very mild and well above freezing, even at night. I wrote in yesterday's post that a rather chill breeze blowing through the upstairs open window just beyond my computer had me slightly concerned that maybe a new cold front was on its way, but that is evidently not the situation.

As yesterday, there was even some blue sky and sunshine today.

I also want to report that I did not watch a Christmas movie early last evening as I had written I might. By the time I quit blogging and had gotten downstairs to the T.V., I saw that it was already at least 6:50 p.m., and I need more time than was being allowed in order to fully watch such a movie before my younger brother arrives home from drinking at his girlfriend's home ─ or wherever else he might be doing so. He professes to hate Christmas movies, so they are fare I must enjoy alone.

A big part of enjoying them involves the dark rum that I like to indulge in to enhance the mood aspect of an emotional Christmas movie, and I find myself feeling keen on that alcohol buzz. With that being so, I am going to quit this post here and go and locate a worthy movie via the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

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All's Quiet

Due to becoming involved in a lengthy response via E-mail this latter afternoon to my paternal cousin Doug of Edmonton, I find myself with very little time to post today.  

I am still sitting up late each evening watching shows on T.V. with my younger brother; and then doing similarly over the latter morning. Today, he bowed out especially early, citing that he had "some running around to do."

I thought that my wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, for she left us just ahead of 10:20 a.m. on the fairly long drive. Her full days at the restaurant commence around 11 a.m.

But after my brother took off in the very early afternoon, and I sought a nap just after 1 p.m., I was to later hear her clearly home and talking to someone on her cellphone.

Nevertheless, I did not allow that to interfere with my nap plan; and when I later rose after some sleep, I found that she had gone.

Possibly she only had to work the latter part of the day (i.e., a 4 p.m. start), and had been away on some errand(s).

I will close this post with a weather report ─ things continue to be quite mild, and today we had a fair amount of sunshine. Even so, a gusty breeze sprang up in the afternoon that still blows unpleasantly coolly through the five or six inches of open window just beyond my computer in this room, so I hope that it is not betokening some impending cold front on its way here to bring back another stretch of days with below freezing weather.

I was considering trying to catch a Christmas movie before my brother shows up this evening ─ I may yet give that a shot.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ To Try, Try Again

My lapse into blackness was enacted following my late evening of T.V.-viewing with my younger brother last night. And despite my wife having come home from her long day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I was not to bed until just after 1:30 a.m.

'Tis an inexcusable shame, for I had enjoyed the viewing fare earlier which led off when I tuned in and alone watched the 2012 feature The Fitzgerald Family Christmas before my brother arrived home from having some drinks at the home of his girlfriend Bev.  

The movie was definitely good, and probably more dramatic than it was a play on one's sentimental emotions. 

I only recognized two of the cast members, but was unable to name them. However, I thereafter did recognize the name of Ed Lauter ─ I just haven't seen him in anything for so darned many years. And since I now see in Wikipedia that he died in 2013, this may have been his final film.

The other familiar face ─ both pleasantly attractive and warm ─ I was to find out belonged to actress Connie Britton. I could not think of anything of hers that I had seen before, but I now realize that she featured quite largely in the awful T.V. series American Horror Story. This allowed me to place her in the perspective of my memory.

The closing credits of the movie included the very familiar cast name of Joyce Van Patten, but I have not seen her since she was a younger woman and consequently never even remotely recognized her as the somewhat invalid older woman that Connie Britton's character worked for as a live-in nurse.

I also noticed in those closing credits that two of the cast members had the family name of Burns, but I see through some quick research that they are apparently unrelated.

My brother arrived home just as the closing credits were finishing, and they were done before he opened the door. He professes hatred of Christmas movies and their sentimentality, so I must watch them by myself.

I had drunk at least four ounces of dark rum, and was to thereafter have two cans of beer (5% and 5.5%) while my brother and I watched the lengthy (over 2¼ hours) 2016 movie Snowden. 

Even my brother enjoyed that pick of mine!

I had to point out to him that he should be familiar with the actor portraying Edward Snowden, but he still was unable to recognize anything familiar about the actor. Only after I placed the actor in context did a glimmer of recognition finally ignite, for we both enjoyed the T.V. series 3rd Rock from the Sun in which Joseph Gordon-Levitt had the role as the youngest member of the alien Solomon family (even though the alien inhabiting the human form as "Tommy Solomon" was supposedly by far the oldest of the Solomon family of aliens).

As always, I must point out that we watch our shows on T.V. via the apps downloaded into our Android TV Box.

Despite my late night, my day today could well have been far worse than it was. 

My wife did not have to work today, so apart from heading out in the late afternoon on one or more errands, she has been home. (She is away on that outing as I type these words.)

Temperatures hereabouts have continued to be so unusually mild that my wife even put in some garden work, including transplanting some Michaelmas daisies from a large clump that have been showing indications of spreading too broadly in the garden plot. 

When I realized that she was outside doing that gardening, I meant to take a couple or so candid photos of her. But by the time I came downstairs with my camera, she was done with the front yard and had moved out of sight to the side of the house. So ... no photos.

I have my own plans about additional transplantation to further reduce the parent clump of those flower plants. However, since the garden is in the front yard and I wish to make the transplantations to two separate areas that more or less border where pedestrians pass by, my backward nature does not allow me to perform the work except in the very earliest part of the morning ─ perhaps even before daybreak.

But with my usual late evenings watching T.V., I do not feel like rising exceptionally early to do that gardening. Nevertheless, perhaps I will see how I feel come Saturday ─ I might make the sacrifice of my morning that day. My brother has said that the next couple of weekends feature key NFL games that he plans to watch, so it is possible that we won't be watching our usual latter morning videos.

It is now a little after 6 p.m. and my wife just got back from wherever she had gone, so I am going to call it quits today where blogging is concerned.

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An Odd Trace of Snow

I had hoped last evening to be able to watch a movie with my younger brother, but I didn't want to commence it any later than 9:15 p.m. due to it being well over two hours long. Unfortunately, he came home too late for me to comfortably fit it in.

The weather has certainly been mild of late. Even overnight, temperatures remain a few degrees above freezing. 

Two days ago at 1:39 p.m., I took three photos while looking across the street from my living room ─ they showed the last remaining wee bit of snow:

I had gone shopping early that morning and walked a distance in total of approximately three miles, yet nowhere else did I see a trace of snow.

I felt it most remarkable that the speck of snow ─ which you can see on the far side of the street ─ seemed to be the last remnant anywhere around of the recent snowfall, and was there for me to view from my living room window and nowhere else in the distance that I had walked.

Please note that there was not originally some enormous pile of the stuff, and this bit was all that remained of that disappeared mountain. There was originally no more snow there than anywhere else after being piled following snowplowing or shovelling.

So how is it that this small bit survived exclusive to anywhere else? And on a relatively dry street, no less?

The following day ─ that is, yesterday ─ I was able to barely make out a dash of white that could easily have been confused as just a bit of paper laying there. I considered fetching my camera to take that final piece of evidence of this amazing survivor of our last snowfall, but I had yet to see how the three photos above had turned out. If they were all blurry due to shaking hands, then there would not have been much point in any further photos.

Needless to say, that trace of snow survives no more. And I say that with a tinge of sadness.

Well, my poor wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she left here around 10:35 a.m. on her fairly long drive for her 11 a.m. start. Perhaps my brother and I were still watching the Dr. Joseph Mercola video that I had tuned in on our T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ the video had been uploaded to BitChute on January 12, and was just a little over an hour long: The Plan to Tag Us for the New World Order Slave System- Interview with Dr. Vladimir Zelenko. 

My brother has come to appreciate these interviews by Dr. Mercola, I do believe

I followed it up with a 43-minute video posted to Rumble by Action4Canada just two days ago: Empowering Businesses to Stay Open Pursuant to Charter Rights and Freedoms.

This is a video any business owner in Canada who does not want anything to do with mandated closures ─ or with the mandated enforcement of face masks and customer / employee 'vaccinations' ─ needs to watch. Then once it has been watched, thoroughly study the informational resources referred to in the video.

No business needs to be limiting itself. Our criminal governments and health authorities do not give a damn about anything except the agenda they are involved in forcing upon us all.

And with that declared, I am going to quit this post and try to watch a Christmas movie before my brother returns this evening from his afternoon outing. I feel like indulging in some liquor, and and a Christmas movie is my only justification ─ the booze enhances the emotional impact of such fare.

Battlegrounds

I do not have all that much to speak of; and with my wife having shown up in the early afternoon, I haven't much free time to sit here blogging.

As I have mentioned a few times in past posts, she has been doing her best to try to earn some money through sales of health-related products from Thailand's The iCon Group. I don't know why she keeps plugging away at it ─ maybe because she feels she has a reputation to maintain now among her friends and others who have come to purchase from her; but I do not see that she is actually earning anything (as in Net income).

Anyway, she announced that a package that she sent to someone in Kelowna or Kamloops 10 or so days ago has still not arrived and is likely 'lost' (i.e., stolen). If I remember correctly, I believe that she said its value to her was $140, and now she has to send a replacement out-of-pocket.

I am the one who ultimately suffers because my wife orders large boxes of products from Thailand with my credit card because she is never able to afford to do so of her own resources; nor does she ever quite pay back her credit debt to me.

The only means she has of advertising beyond 'word of mouth' is through Facebook ─ this is one of her posts from yesterday afternoon (it's in Thai):

I just wish that she could become successful and wean herself of relying upon my good credit rating because she has none due to past folly.

A change of topic now.

My younger brother and I watched a surprisingly interesting video that was posted by Rebel News to Rumble on January 14 ─ it's 24 minutes in duration: Walt Heyer, who lived as a woman for 8 years, on ‘Conversion Therapy’ bans and Bill C-4.

I think Walt mentioned a couple of different websites of his, but I can only recall SexChangeRegret.com.

We also watched another Reiner Füellmich video ─ his are always more exceptional as time wears on. This one was uploaded by the Australia One Party to Rumble on either January 14 or 16, but it soon became apparent the the video was older ─ probably quite early in November (pre-November 11): AustraliaOne Party - Dr Reiner Fuellmich Interviews Riccardo Bosi.

The video was 46 minutes in duration, and I would have tuned out of it once I saw the Remembrance Day poppy on Riccardo, for there are so many current videos to watch. However, my brother seemed to want to give it a chance, so we watched the entire video ─ and yes, it did prove to be interesting.

The final video we had time for was 1⅔ hours long, also featured Australia, was uploaded to YouTube by its producer Topher Field on January 13, and brought my brother and I to 1 p.m. ─ time for us to quit T.V. and seek some bed rest: Battleground Melbourne Documentary 'FRIENDS & FAMILY' Pre-Release.

I bet YouTube will get around to banning the video. If so, there are plenty other places to find it, such as on Rumble (here is just one example among many).

The video got more interesting as it progressed, but Topher should never have included long stretches of supposedly background piano music that was so damned loud at times that I could not hear what people were saying ─ the piano drowned them out. This was an idiotic mistake ─ the music was totally unnecessary in the first place.

The closing and the end credits to the documentary also included a lot of other extremely loud music that I did not appreciate.

Nevertheless, Melbourne's Premier Daniel Andrews deserves to not only be thrown out of office, but he ought to be tried for capital crimes. How it is that he is still in power astounds me; perhaps that will change with the next election due in rather remote November.  

By the way, once more I feel I need to explain that my brother and I watch our videos on T.V. in the comfort of our living room, and not on some computer screen. This is possible with various apps ─ including browser apps ─ that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

Well, I have managed to extend this post far beyond what I had originally intended, so I am going to cease right here.

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Journey to the Christmas Star (and Mine Elsewhere)

I am just about to return to bed ─ I ought to be there by 9:15 a.m., and I have been up since just after 5 a.m. in order to ensure that I would manage to get away to do some early shopping at the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet (Google Map) nigh 1½ miles from here.

I do not drive, so I have to walk. And because I detest being out in the busy public, I try to accomplish these ventures as early as possible on Sunday mornings.

It didn't help that I was up watching T.V. with my younger brother last night until almost midnight, and thus did not get to bed until a little after that hour.

Besides the shopping, I also had the monthly expenses reconciliation cheque (for $203 and change) from my brother to deposit at the outdoor ATM of the Coast Capital Savings headquarters (Google Map) on my hike to the store. 

When I rose, I definitely needed the cup of hot black instant coffee that I went downstairs to prepare.

The coffee unquestionably helped. And although I did not take note of the time when I finally left on my hike, I hope that it was not too much after 7 a.m. It was still dark outside and heavily overcast; and there was a very vague mist, but it was not raining.

I got the deposit accomplished. I also shopped. However, I hardly bought anything ─ most of the items I wanted were not in stock. And by that, I mean that the shelves normally containing them were empty, or else sparsely populated. 

This was so dramatic that I could only assume that the store was closing down.

When I took my few items to the only cashier on duty, I enquired about the fate of the store. And sure enough, the outlet was indeed closing; however, that was because a new outlet was opening up, apparently as of January 27 at the location shown on this Google Map. If you notice, it is going to almost be a neighbour to the Coast Capital Savings building I made my deposit at.

Coast Capital Savings is perhaps halfway to the Save-On-Foods outlet that I shopped at this morning. Thus, the new Save-On-Foods outlet is going to be a far more attractive option for shopping at, since it will be approximately half the distance away that the present outlet is.

All I have to do is wait until February before bothering to shop there.

I am going to have to get to bed earlier than I have been doing ever since I got home from the hospital ("COVID pneumonia") last October 28. I am not able to get in any walking because I cannot stand being out in the public ─ I have to do it very early in the morning before the day gets busy. And that requires me to be reasonably well slept beforehand.

The bit of walking I put in earlier today was somewhat strenuous, and that is a pathetic admission. But I have not walked that far since before Christmas, and that is inexcusable.

Well, I see that it is now almost 9:30 a.m. Perhaps I will just lie down and rest awhile, for my brother has already begun his morning. He will be reading the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to ─ a relatively quick read; and then when he is done, we can watch a couple or so of interesting videos on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

And with that explained, here is where I shall take a break from this post.

oooooooooooooo

And now here it is well into my evening. My brother will be returning home ─ possibly in an hour or so ─ after having left quite early this afternoon to hook up with his girlfriend Bev. I want meantime to try and catch some T.V. and have a supper.

The video of note that we watched in the latter morning was one that had been posted to Rumble on January 10: Reiner Füllmich & 50 lawyers: ”The vaccines are designed to kill and depopulate the planet”. Reiner certainly has some heavy things to say lately!

I am actually just back from a four-block hike to the nearby Shoppers Drug Mart (Google Map) where I blew $114.91 ─ and I was furious with myself after discovering once I was home that I bought two bottles of calcium citrate instead of magnesium citrate.

I don't take calcium supplements ─ most people do not require them. And because most people do not require supplementation, the calcium can accumulate in the wrong places ─ such as blood vessel walls. 

So I shun anything containing the stuff.

Nor is it particularly inexpensive. But what is especially bloody galling is that I did the same damned thing a couple or so weeks ago! 

Consequently, I now have enough calcium supplements to last me for the remainder of my life, for I have resigned myself to take just two capsules per week, and each of these bottles have 120 capsules. 

That's over an 18-year supply at that rate ─ and I am 72 years old, so as said, I probably have a lifetime supply now.

Perhaps I should not have gone shopping after having had two or three ounces of dark rum. I drank the rum while watching the Christmas movie Journey to the Christmas Star. 

It was quite a pleasant movie, and I especially liked the young Norwegian actress (Vilde Marie Zeiner) who played the lead character. Wikipedia does not have much to say about the actress, unfortunately, but she would apparently be 22 years old now.

Interestingly, Wikipedia lists actors who played the roles of both Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus, as well as Father Christmas ─ yet I have no recollection of there being any Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus in the film!

I had to watch the movie on my computer at YouTube (here) because I could not find any other working sources for the movie that were in English. I have the YouTube app downloaded into my Android TV Box, but for some reason the video only displays as a dark screen.

I must take my leave now ─ it is after 8 p.m.

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An Open Revelation

My wife left us around 5:45 p.m. this afternoon. It was already dark and seemed more like the evening. Anyway, she won't be back until Monday; she generally spends much of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver.

This has been a subpar day for me in that exercise was off the books. I feel overtrained; and my knees are distressingly sore. The right one in particular feels as if bone is grinding against bone within the joint. And since that knee is the worst for cartilage damage, that description in not invalid.

I found it especially painful today walking the stairs, notably while coming downstairs. And when rising from a seated position, it was nearly impossible to do so without using my hands to push against my legs to help with the elevation. I also found myself having to shift my weight primarily to the left leg and knee while rising, sparing the right knee much of the load.  

Apart from that complaint, I simply felt 'off' today. A fairly early afternoon nap was difficult to depart from when I found myself awake again during the mid-afternoon. I felt that I needed more sleep.

I hope none of this carries over into the early a.m. of tomorrow, for I wish to go grocery shopping, and the store is nigh 1½ miles away. I will want to hike there in order to arrive reasonably soon after its 7 a.m. opening (I do not drive).

I want to mention the latest Odessa Orlewicz video that my younger brother and I watched late this morning: Jan 14 - First Clip EPIC & Freaky New Patent To "Manage Dissidents Personalities".

Odessa included a Canadian Covid Care Alliance video that was less than 2½ minutes in duration which had a clip of Dr. Patricia Daly (of B.C.'s Vancouver Coastal Health) openly admitting the enormous lie behind pushing for 'vaccine passports': 

The vaccine passport requires people to be vaccinated to do certain discretionary activities such as go to restaurants, movies, gyms ─ not because these places are high risk; we're not actually seeing COVID transmission in these settings. It's really to create an incentive to improve our vaccination coverage.

In other words, those places are not denied to the 'unvaccinated' because such locales are some kind of additional health threat to either them or to the 'vaccinated'. No; rather, the real reason the 'unvaccinated' are being denied access is to coerce them to submit and accept the kill shot. That is the sole reason.

What a blatantly fiendish admission. "Informed choice" my 72-year-old behind! This is criminal in the most capital terms, and the people behind pushing all of this need to face justice one day.

You can watch the first five minutes of Odessa's video to see that segment, for the segment falls within that span; or watch the short video on its own at Rumble: Are Charter Violations Justified?

I also want to link to the last of eight of my blog posts that were censored or banned last Summer. I have now published it and the other seven at my website My Retirement Dream: August 22, 2021 ║ Sunday Musings.

I have nothing further that I care to spend time talking about today.