Doing Some Lupin (Lupine) Transplants

Somehow my younger brother managed to arrive home last night within five minutes of the arrival of 9:30 p.m., the deadline that I have set for him. I was so strongly hoping to be able to get to bed so that I would be able to set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. and relatively comfortably arise at that time to ready and set off on another of my five-mile Whalley-area walks (that are actually somewhat longer than that).

He was definitely feeling the drink, but the key to making his company tolerable is to just not initiate any conversation during any of the shows I tune in via our Android TV Box, for he won't shut-up for several minutes if given any opportunity to hold forth about anything at all. It is dreadfully annoying.

Since I wanted to get to bed ahead of midnight, I only sat up for an episode each of two of the series we follow ─ specifically, Marcella and The Graham Norton Show. Then I turned the T.V. and its basic cable programming over to him, announcing my intentions.

I had managed to consume two high cans or tallboys of pale ale (5.2% alcohol), and this may have had a hand in adversely affecting my sleep, for I think that I rose three times to use the bathroom. 

I had gotten to bed a little after 11:30 p.m., so I set the alarm for 3:30 a.m. But after my last use of the bathroom, I made my only check of the time since getting to bed, and discovered it to be 3:20 a.m. ─ there was no sense crawling back into bed.

I was not on my way until the approach of 3:45 a.m.; and although I believe that one of my stepsons was still up, I got away unnoticed.

The night proved to be dry and mild, although at one point in my travels of what may have been more like 5½ miles, I found myself on a backroad that was wetly speckled with recent rain. 

As has become my custom, I stopped at an elementary school playground early into and late into my walk to essay some pull-ups on the exercise rings there. On that first visit, as I was leaving the school property towards its rear grounds, cutting my way through, I came near to a skunk that was probably digging in the turf for whatever life it could find to eat.

Had it not obligingly scampered off, I would have had to pass it by with maybe 15 feet separating us, and I was unsure just how wise that move would have been.

I got the walk done, but not halfway into it I began to notice a lameness developing in my left leg. It involved tendons in the foot and the lower leg. With about 1¾ miles to go before I was back home, the lameness had me noticeably limping, pretty much unable to rise to the ball of my left foot.

This slowed me down, obviously; but it was also discouraging. Was it to be just a setback for the night, or would the condition kick in again when I next go forth Sunday morning to do some shopping?

I am trying to acclimate to the act of walking distances, and having debilitations like this hobble me after walking such a short distance with no apparent other cause is disheartening. What if something of a cataclysmic nature occurs and it becomes essential to walk for hours at a time each day ─ or to even run? And here I am, lame after walking a couple of miles, with no kind of hope to walk fast, let alone to try to jog.  

Anyway, it was about two hours after setting off that I was back home again, and the streets were already busy with traffic, and people at bus stops. I hate the busy day ─ this is why I rise so damned early to have my walks.

The house was in darkness by this time.

It was probably at least 6:15 a.m. before I returned to bed, and sleep thereafter hard won. When I made a time check around 8:45 a.m., I quickly decided to commence my morning. And upon emerging from my bedroom, I saw that my younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

My poor wife had to work a full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but this morning she rose and came downstairs before I had mixed up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage and then joined my brother to watch some T.V.

Normally, she tends to get up around 10 a.m. on her full workdays, so this was roughly an hour earlier than usual. I suppose her reason was to set up a slow cooker with the makings of a sort of stew to leave under my care.

Needless to say, she left home in plenty of time to make the rather long drive for her 11 a.m. start at the restaurant.

My brother and I watched various videos (via the Android TV Box) relating to current conditions in the world that the general gullible herd seem blind to. However, I will only mention the hour-and-11-minute interview uploaded to Odysee by "Jerm Warfare" three days ago: Whitney Webb on Epstein, 9/11, Covid, why people fear conspiracy theories.

I am quite familiar with Whitney Webb, and appreciate the scope of her research and full understanding.

My brother sought some bed rest at 12:30 p.m., for he had afternoon plans to be busing off to Langley to drink in a pub with his friend Greg who lives in that city. It's a two-bus trip, unless the secondary bus is dispensed with and approximately a mile walked in order to catch the express bus that goes directly to Langley.

The reverse, of course, is in play to get home. As a result, I know that my brother will not be showing up until well into the latter evening, so I am going to kick back and have a couple of those tall cans of pale ale and enjoy some escapism T.V.

By the way, I made an effort to put most of the lupin or lupine seedlings or sprouts into pots ─ I only had them in cells of an 18-egg carton into which I had spread potting soil. 

Only a dozen or so of the 17 sprouted seeds have yet managed to emerge above the soil, so I am unsure what to do about those that I covered over with soil and which have failed to show up. Maybe I should carefully try to uncover them ─ I may have buried them a little too deeply.

Now that I have transplanted most of those that have surfaced, I can only hope that the act was not damaging and that each will continue to flourish. Until I am sure that I have some successful plants, I am not going to take any photos.

It is already after 8 p.m., so I must take no further time with today's post.

My Reliable Wife

My wife let me know today that she sat up watching all of the latest episodes of Ozark on her smartphone or tablet until around 4:30 a.m. this morning. I guess she began watching the series a couple or so months ago.

I believe that my younger brother and I have watched the first two seasons, but it has been a year or more since then. I cannot say when we will be getting back to the series.

She was supposed to have had today off work; but this afternoon while I was having my nap, she said that she got a call to come in and replace someone else for the afternoon / evening period. Normally, this would have meant a 4 p.m. start, but my wife was still here until (I think) around 4:30 p.m. before she left on the fairly long drive.

I wish the hard-working gal well.

I was up well into the midnight hour with my brother last night watching an episode each of a couple of the series that we follow (i.e., Killing Eve; Endeavour; and The Conners), but I won't be doing so quite as late tonight ─ I want to have another of my very early a.m. five-mile walks. Ideally, I would like to be getting up anywhere from 3 - 3:30 a.m.

We are only watching The Conners out of habit, for I am very disappointed with how heavily they promote face masks and the jab, unapologetically spewing all of the nonsense and lies that the likes of the CDC and FDA keep shovelling down the throats of gullible Americans who are too dim to care to ever do their own research.

But I don't want to get drawn into that topic today. It is already well past 7:30 p.m., and I want to have a bath if there is possibly enough hot water remaining after my selfish youngest stepson had what seemed to be a half-hour shower. His older brother had been away to the gym he frequents and is home now, so I dare not wait overlong ─ I have not had a bath since Saturday.   

And perhaps with that explained, I believe that it is best that I cease blogging for the day ─ a reasonably sunny one at times, and relatively mild out there.

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Losing Time

My younger brother was drunker than I cared last evening, and he barely made it home before the 9:30 p.m. deadline I had reserved for him ─ I intended to get to bed at that point in order to be as rested as possible for the early a.m. walk I had planned.

As luck had it, he arrived just as a lad I only know as "R.J." also showed up ─ "R.J." is a close friend of my youngest stepson, and happens to work in a brewery.

Maybe two weeks back, "R.J." had shown up with a quantity of canned beer to leave for the household; and when back then he was as enthusiastically received for this bounty as he was by me (my brother was not home), he promised to bring more again.

Last evening he was fulfilling that promise. My brother ushered him into the house, and "R.J." stayed just long enough to turn over a 24-can flat of tall cans (16 US fl ozs or 473 mls) of pale ale at 5.2 % alcohol. 

My brother was distinctly ebullient at this gifted larder.

Since I saw my opportunity to enjoy a couple of free cans in the stead of drinking any of my own supply of beer, I opted to sit up with my brother and watch an episode each of a couple of the series (Chicago PD and Doctor Who) that we are currently following via our Android TV Box. 

When they were done with, I turned the T.V. over to my brother and let him know that I was off to my bed with that early a.m. walk in mind. It may have been 11:35 p.m. once I was actually in bed.

I had my cellphone alarm set for 3:30 a.m., but a point of wakefulness arrived in which I used the bathroom; and then just before seeking my bed, I checked the time ─ it was 3:08 a.m. There was no chance that I would catch any further sleep before my cellphone alarm sounded, so I chose to remain up and get an early start on the hike.

My youngest stepson was still up, but I believe that I got away without him noticing at something like 3:14 a.m.

In all, I put in just over five miles hiking about the Whalley area, avoiding anyone I noticed in sufficient time to be able to do so. At one point I had a raccoon appear a short distance ahead of me on 104th Avenue near Old Yale Road (Google Map).

The raccoon had appeared from beneath a row of evergreen shrubs with the clear intention of crossing 108th Avenue; then seeing me coming towards it, the critter first began walking ahead on the sidewalk we were sharing, before it ducked back beneath the cover of the evergreen hedge.

Then as I was possibly proceeding along 104th Avenue and was about midway between 132nd Street and University Drive (Google Map), a woman who was loitering in that vicinity and who was across the street from me when I passed by, said something I could not hear from behind me.

I chose to ignore her, for she looked to be either a desperate hooker or drug addict (or both).

Then right ahead of me appeared a skunk from an apartment building to my immediate left, and I realized that the woman had probably said the word "skunk" in her statement, so I turned to her and raised a hand in acknowledgement.

The skunk was maybe 20 feet ahead of me at most as I stood and watched, and it then hustled across the sidewalk and went beneath a parked car.

At that, I continued my advance and passed by the car without seeing anything further of the creature.

Meantime, a little ways further down the road, two women were walking down it, while one of them seemed to be checking out an occasional parked vehicle. If they subsequently crossed paths with the skunk, I do not know.

In the time I was out, early into my walk I performed some pull-ups on the exercise rings at an elementary school playground, and I stopped there again near the finish of my walk. 

In all, I was likely gone just over two hours. By this time, my eldest stepson ─ who is working a 12-hour shift ─ was up and getting ready for his workday.

He left for work before I returned to bed, which was just before 6 a.m.

The night had been dry and clouded, by the way.

I did not sleep too well, but I remained in bed until well after 8 a.m. And even though I never went downstairs until nigh 9 a.m., I was to have control of the T.V. because my brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom. I have no idea when he retired last night.

I had a movie in mind for us ─ a 2018 Swedish science fiction movie titled Aniara. Since it was Swedish, we had to read subtitles ─ this never appeals to my brother.

Aniara was the name of the enormous space liner that was the setting for the movie.

My brother did watch the whole movie, but he wasn't happy with the ending. I get the blame for that, of course. I would have preferred something more transparent as well, for not until I read Wikipedia's plot conclusion did I fully understand the ending.

The lead actress was Emelie Garbers, and her character was definitely likeable enough. Main supporting actress was Bianca Cruzeiro. Both were attractive women.

I don't have time to analyze the movie, unfortunately ─ it is already after 8 p.m., and I want to get this post published before my brother shows up following his afternoon away to 'socialize'. 

We were also to watch a short (13-minute) biography of a nobleman in 1400s France who may have been a phenomenal (pedophile) serial killer, yet prior to this debasement, he actually fought alongside Joan of Arc as a comrade in arms: Gilles de Rais Makes Ted Bundy & Dahmer Look Like Ernie & Bert!

Should that video fail to play, this may be the same one (but with a different title) at YouTube: Gilles de Rais: The Nobleman Serial Killer (Occult History Explained).

Okay, I must call a halt here and go and have some supper and finish the evening watching some T.V. via our Android TV Box.

By the way, my wife had to work the full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, so she left us this morning well in time to make the rather long drive for her 11 a.m. start.

Income Tax Refund Issued

We are having quite the sunny afternoon for the most part. There was rain overnight, however, and an overcast morning. Huge clouds do still loom in the distance.

My wife showed up well ahead of 5 p.m., so I do not have time to write much.

I sat up until into the latter midnight hour last night, but I shall not be doing so tonight ─ I would like to rise at 3 a.m. and get myself out on a good walk of a little better than five miles. I cannot stand the busy day ─ I keep myself in self-imposed house arrest. Although, since I am being forced to do this by the loathing I feel of my overdeveloped and overpopulated environs, perhaps it is far truer to claim that I truly am under house arrest.

Of some morning viewing interest, my brother and I watched a 50-minute YouTube lecture by authour David Grann of his non-fiction book Killers of the Flower Moon. I see now that later this year a movie will be released bearing the same name, since it is supposedly based upon the book.

I am rather surprised that my brother and I have so little familiarity with the Osage people / nation, considering what we learned of them in that YouTube talk.

And considering the claim being made in this paragraph from the Wikipeida article on the Osage Nation, their obscurity to us is even more bewildering:

The 19th-century painter George Catlin described the Osage as "the tallest race of men in North America, either red or white skins; there being ... many of them six and a half, and others seven feet." The missionary Isaac McCoy described the Osage as an "uncommonly fierce, courageous, warlike nation" and said they were the "finest looking Indians I have ever seen in the West".

Is or was this actually true of the Osage? 

The only other feature we were to watch was a very long (over 2½ hours) episode of Del Bigtree's The HighWire that was uploaded to Rumble on March 24: Episode 260: WINNERS, SINNERS, & THE DEATH OF A GENERATION.

My brother gave up on it with over 20 minutes to go, for it was nearly 12:45 p.m. and he wanted some bed rest ere heading off for the afternoon to 'socialize' somewhere. I took his withdrawal as my own cue to cut away from the production and soon sought my own nap.

He was gone when I later rose.

The only other item I am going to take the time to mention is that my income tax refund seems to have been direct deposited into my chequing account. It's not quite $970, but I hope my wife will leave it alone because we are going to need it for the three big upcoming annual billings related to home ownership: annual utilities; home insurance; and property taxes. 

That last one is going to be truly brutal.   

The tax refund showed up especially promptly, for I only NETFILEd our tax returns within (I believe) the past 10 days using the free GenuTax Multiyear Tax Software that I have downloaded into this computer.

Unfortunately, my wife owes the government ─ heavily. She also owes for the previous tax year. In total her debt is (I believe) around $3,300. 

There are no miracles in my life.

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Ukraine on Fire

The plan to get away early this morning on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) was carried through, even though I never retired last night until likely into the latter half of the midnight hour. 

I had my cellphone alarm set for 5 a.m., and rose dutifully when it sounded; yet as is too typical, I failed to leave here ahead of 6 a.m. This overshot may have only been around five minutes ─ definitely less than 10 minutes.

Now certainly, I was at the store within 10 minutes past its 7 a.m. opening, but by leaving home as late as I did, I had denied myself the opportunity to stop at an elementary school playground to engage some pull-ups on some gymnastic-style rings there.

It had rained overnight, but it must have been just petering out when I left home ─ I was not even remotely dampened.

There were no special deals that led me to make this hike. I opted to do it simply because my far nearer shopping option also held no luring deals, and I deemed the long walk to be of benefit as I work my way to the midway point of my next birthday (I am presently 72).

I probably did have a somewhat heavier load to tote home than I could easily brush off, but I suppose that, too, was to my benefit from the exercise standpoint.

I was back into my bed shortly before 9 a.m., and remained there until possibly around 10:30 a.m. My younger brother ─ who had since risen for the morning ─ had not yet finished whatever reading he was doing at the dining table, so the T.V. was yet to be turned on. 

He soon enough remedied that; but since there was nothing of interest to him on the channel he meant to watch, he turned the T.V. over to me and our Android TV Box (which he cannot fathom to operate).

I've been curious about the 2016 Oliver Stone documentary Ukraine on Fire, so I led things off with that ─ since it was over 1½ hours in duration, it took us to nigh 12:30 p.m.

I actually thought that my brother lost some interest in the feature; however, at its conclusion he felt motivated enough to state that it ought to be mandatory viewing for everybody.

Since I knew our viewing time was running out, my next selection was 22 minutes long ─ an episode of The Jimmy Dore Show from nearly three weeks ago on much the same topic: Ukraine Officially Adopts Nazi Slogan For Military.

I managed to squeeze in one further short (five minutes) video by Rebel News: What the Toronto Star got very, very wrong about the Freedom Convoy: Rupa Subramanya w/ Ezra Levant.

Around 1:15 p.m. at latest, my brother retired to his bedroom to rest up. I was not much longer in seeking a nap in my own bed, for I was still in short supply on sleep ─ I almost always am, alas.

When I later rose, my brother was already gone for the afternoon to indulge in his daily 'socializing'. 

I believe that the day has remained overcast, but I am unsure if we have had any rain at all ─ perhaps not.

My eldest stepson (aged 27?) left late in the morning when someone came to collect him for a moving job he had evidently volunteered for. His younger brother (aged 24?) has basically remained home, nipping out at least once briefly. He's still coughing a fair amount (he was recently diagnosed with "COVID").

I've just discovered that I am going to be involved in a lengthy replay to a Facebook message I received today from a chap I know ─ but have never met ─ who lives in Australia with his Thai wife and their kids.

Since my evening is already upon me, I might as well bring this post to a close and apply myself to that message response. I have the guy's E-mail address, so I'm going to reply back in that fashion ─ it's too much of a nuisance trying to make a coherent lengthy response with Facebook.

And so I close with this Facebook post made by my own Thai wife.

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"Brave New World" and Related Fare

Between the red wine that I consumed early last evening, and then the two cans of beer (8% and 6.7% alcohol respectively) that later followed, I suppose that I have to admit to experiencing some ill effects overnight that impinged my sleeping.

My wife seemed in a decent mood when she got home during the latter evening after her long day at the Thai restaurant that employs her three or four days a week. My younger brother had arrived somewhat earlier from wherever he was 'socializing', and it became apparent that the drink was adversely affecting his aspect, so I withdrew from initiating any conversation with him and just let the programming that I was tuning in via our Android TV Box arrest his attention. 

As it happened, we only watched an episode each of Riverdale and Inspector Morse. That brought us to midnight, and my brother felt it prudent to call it quits for the night.

This latter morning he and I were to watch different fare: 

• Cowboy Logic - 031322 - Lara Logan - Part 1 (23:02) and Part 2 (23:21);
  
• CATHERINE AUSTIN FITTS: US GOV'T, ITS CONTRACTORS & BANKS STOLE TRILLIONS FROM TAXPAYERS (57:47); and 
• Mel K & Brilliant Cynthia Chung discuss Brave New World, Huxley & Mass Mind Control History 3-14-22 (1:22:28).
  

Actually, we watched Part 1 of the Lara Logan interview yesterday. What an intelligent beauty that woman is!  

The Catherine Austin Fitts video was only the first of a two-part interview, but the second part of the interview had not yet been uploaded for some reason.

My brother gave up on the Cynthia Chung interview with maybe 15 minutes to go, seeking some bed rest, for we had reached midway through the noon hour and (as usual) he had early afternoon plans to head out again to 'socialize'. These outings of his have considerable priority.

I held off seeking my early afternoon nap for at least a couple of reasons relating to my wife being home. However, she was to leave for the rest of the weekend around 2:30 p.m. At the time, I was finally having my day's first meal. Anyway, she is not expected back until sometime on Monday (she tends to spend most of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver).

The day has been very mild outdoors, and it was attempting to rain shortly before my wife left. Overnight, at times it was raining quite hard. It would not have been good walking weather!

As an update to the lupin or lupine shoots that were starting to appear in the potting soil that I had placed the germinated seeds into here in the house, I decided this afternoon to put the tray out in our open carport because the soil was almost infested with wee flies of some sort that are approximately the same size as a fruit fly, but which don't seem to have the plumpness nor brown colouring that a fruit fly does.

The tray is atop an old washer or dryer, so it oughtn't to be vandalized by mice, rats, skunks, or raccoons. And it certainly is out of reach of snails and slugs. 

I now have some pansy seeds sandwiched between a folded paper towel that I wetted and placed into a plastic bag, so I hope to see some germination happening. Two or three years ago I sowed outdoors the pansy seeds from a package, but I never saw a trace of any plants that may have germinated (if any did).

The hope is that the wet paper towel trick will work for them as nicely as it did for the lupins or lupine seeds.   

Oh, gosh ─ it is already after 7:45 p.m., and I want to have a bath. I must halt blogging for today.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Shame

Another of those recurring afternoons of auto-heartbreak.

Due to the afternoon's folly, I have not allowed myself time for the usual pursuits such as working on the post that I have in progress at one of my two remaining hosted websites, nor do I have time for blogging. My evening is already upon me.

I want to note here that yesterday, for the second consecutive evening, I was to bed before my younger brother returned home. Last night's bedtime was just after 10 p.m., and I retired despite hearing my wife arrive home following her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she puts in a few days per week.

She had her youngest son ─ aged 23 or 24 ─ for company, so I didn't feel too guilty.

Unfortunately, my sleep in the early a.m. hours proved poorer than usual. Perhaps I should have taken a melatonin tablet.

My wife had to work another full day today with her usual 11 a.m. start, so she left here with plenty of time to perform the rather long drive and arrive ahead of schedule.

I spent the latter morning watching videos on T.V. with my brother via our Android TV Box, but I am only going to mention two of them, both of which were quite short, since one relates to Canada's crushed Ottawa Freedom Convoy 2022, and the other to America's People's Convoy.

The Canadian-related video dealt with our Canadian Crime Minister's speaking appearance at the European Parliament ─ just this past Wednesday (March 23), I believe. Apparently at least three MEPs (Members of the European Parliament) stood up and roundly scathed him.

Canadian media like the CBC denounced the MEPs, and claimed that our Crime Minister got a standing ovation. However, since most of the attendees absented themselves, this is hardly a comfort to anyone except someone as nitwitted and delusional as is our Crime Minister.    

The Toronto Sun did publish a decently realistic article (see here) ─ the CBC and similar bought media be damned for their deception.

Anyway, the 11-minute video my brother and I watched was at YouTube, so its longevity will be uncertain: PM Justin Trudeau Met Harsh Criticism from European Parliament MEPs.

The video relating to the U.S. People's Convoy is a little more than two minutes in duration, and features an unidentified mask fanatic roaring profanity and insults at a few truckers and their supporters on a Washington (D.C.) city street ─ this was uploaded to BitChute yesterday: 🇺🇸 The People's Convoy When a masked guy saw the freedom truckers arriving in Washington DC ... O. 

He called the truckers and their supporters cowards a number of times, yet it is he who is too craven to walk about in the open air without a face diaper ─ like all such fanatics, he will not research or discover anything that could possibly undermine his convicted membership within the COVID cult.

In full honesty, I kept watching the video in the hopes that the prick would suffer a stroke ─ what a hopeless flake he was proven himself to be.

Okay, I have actually spent longer on this post than I intended ─ I don't have much motivation for blogging. In fact, I am going to have myself a quantity of red wine while watching some T.V., and seek to lift my spirits.

The day has been largely overcast, but it has been dry and quite mild. Some lupin or lupine seeds that I wrote about having germinated a couple or so days back and which I then put into some potting soil are now beginning to emerge.  

I still have them here in the house, but maybe by April 1st I will risk putting them outside. I won't set them into the ground as yet, for they need to have some size to be able to withstand any attention from any wayward slug or snail.

Once I have them outside ─ and I think that I overestimated their number when I cited that there were possibly 19 of them (there may only have been 17 at most) ─ I will look at getting some pansy seeds germinated here in the house.

But enough! I have assaulted my sore thumb joints with enough keyboard punishment for today.

 

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Some Thoughts on Feral Child Genie Wiley

My younger brother failed to arrive home last evening by 9:30 p.m., so since I had an early a.m. hike planned, I decided to simply get myself to bed. 

My wife was already shut up in the other bedroom that I formerly shared with her (we have had separate bedrooms since shortly after I returned home from a better than 11-day stay at Surrey Memorial Hospital with a severe case of diagnosed "COVID pneumonia" last October).

I was to hear my brother arriving home soon after I was to bed. He was going to have to entertain himself with the T.V.'s basic cable programming, and not enjoy the usual fare that I programme for us via our Android TV Box.

I had my cellphone alarm set for 3 a.m., and intended to hike a five-mile route.

Following some sleep, I was awake enough to wonder on the time, but I resisted checking, and managed a return to sleep. When next I was awake, I rose and used the bathroom, and then saw the time to be something like 2:38 a.m.

I got back into bed, but was unable to relax sufficiently for further sleep. I then decided to rise (it was 2:50 a.m.) and ready myself for an especially early start on my walk ─ as I stood inside the locked front door and fished out my house key from my wallet to have it handy to relock the door once I was outside, I checked the time again and saw that it was exactly 3 a.m.

I was to find the night to be dry and somewhat chilly, although a few degrees above the freezing level. 

The precise centre of the rectangle encompassing my walk is illustrated at this Google Map, for its boundaries were 108th and 96th Avenues, and 132nd Street and King George Boulevard (136th Street).

However, to have just followed those bordering roads, I would only have travelled four miles, so I used various routes within the rectangle such that I actually travelled betwixt 132nd Street and the King George at four different points, each time achieving a half mile. And so, all told, I actually was to exceed five miles by a little, once I was back outside my front door at something like 5:02 a.m.

I did what I could to avoid 'street people'. Some were just trying to sleep; a few of them were either strung out on dope, or else mentally ill ─ two separate individuals were themselves walking about, but loudly talking to themselves in elevated, unnatural tones. Occasionally there were two or more people together moving about, and at least once I passed by a group of people hunkered together in the gloom beside a building while holding loud conversation among themselves. I could hear one or two similar conversations during my walk, but never as near as this.

I am 72 years old, but I present as a sturdy and much younger man, shaven-headed and garbed in denim. Later in the morning after I was back home and before having eaten anything, I weighed myself while entirely naked, and registered at nothing less than 190 pounds (I am not quite five feet and 11 inches ─ or 154.94 centimetres ─ in height).

Consequently, I likely have a somewhat burly aspect. Besides, the flashlight I was carrying is also a stun gun, although no one could know that. As for the flashlight itself, I never once switched on the light the entire time I was out.

I also have one of those tactical pens on me when I am out. 

So I am not wholly helpless if I was to be threatened. I would just prefer not to be ganged upon.

As for wildlife, I once saw a raccoon crossing 108th Avenue; and on another occasion, I startled up some critter along a darkened sidewalk that made surprising haste away from me ─ it was likely a scurrying rat, for I doubt that squirrels are out prowling in the night. 

I took the following two photos at 3:25 a.m. while standing on 98A Avenue just above where it intersects with King George Boulevard ─ 98A ends at the highway, for the road on the other side of the traffic lights becomes George Junction. Unseen and to my immediate right on 98A Avenue is the Surrey Village apartment complex (Google Map):

At the intersection, you can make out a sign with the words "HUB" ─ that marks the King George Hub complex of buildings with residential units and retail businesses such as Save-On-Foods and Rexall Drugs.

In the second photo, the row of massed horizontal lights seemingly to be cresting the top of that red construction site fence, mark the terminus of the SkyTrain at its King George Station; and that is the Coast Capital Savings headquarters building that now occupies the site of what once in the 1970s was the well-known Surrey Inn:

And of course, two mornings earlier in some rain at 4:30 a.m., I took this photo while standing across the King George from that SkyTrain Station and Coast Capital Savings:

Incidentally, early into the walk I performed some pull-ups on the rings in an elementary school playground, and I did so again towards the end of my walk.

I was probably back to bed by maybe 6 a.m. for nigh 2½ hours, but sleep was hard won.

One of the videos I was to watch this morning on T.V. via our Android TV Box was Odessa Orlewicz's from yesterday: March 23- Bill Gates Is Coming To Vancouver April 10th As A Key Speaker For Ted Talks. This Is What Is Being Done About It. 

Bill Gates is one of the headliners for Ted Talks here in Vancouver, BC April 10-14th at the Vancouver Convention Center, along with Al Gore, Finnish PM Sanna Marin, and Elon Musk.I talk to longtime human rights activists Marcella and James about their thoughts on Bill Gates being in our city, and why it's so important that ALL Canadians need to show up for this protest.Protest scheduled for April 10th ,day 1 of conference, on the Sunday from 12-4

I would love to be part of a protest such as the one being planned, but I do not drive, and I can't stand being crammed aboard the SkyTrain with hordes of other people. Also, here in my older age, I seem to have a more serious urgency to micturate than was so for my younger incarnation.

I was not familiar with Odessa's two guests, but their names were Marcella Desjarlais and James Davison. Their website is StandUnitedBC.ca.

I also tuned in Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson's video of yesterday because it featured a doctor my brother and I are very familiar with: The Vaccine War Continues (With Dr. Peter McCullough).

I have the pleasure of speaking with Dr. Peter McCullough again, who joins me today to discuss the most recent news regarding COVID-19 “vaccines,” and Pfizer’s latest documents.
Chief of the Division of Nutrition and Preventative Medicine, epidemiologist and cardiologist, Dr. McCullough has been very outspoken against the usage and promotion of COVID-19 “vaccines” for both adults and children, and has instead taken a stance in promoting safe and effective early treatment protocols for patients.

My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she left here in what ought to have been plenty of time to do the fairly long drive for her 11 a.m. start.

My brother decided that he would bus out to Langley today to do some drinking with his friend Greg, so I am not expecting him to be back until well into the latter evening. I might sit up until 10 p.m. There is no early morning walk planned by me for tomorrow ─ I just prefer to be getting to bed at a reasonable hour.

He sought some bed rest in the very early afternoon; and I thereafter sought a nap, rising from it to find that my brother had gone.

By the way, I never mentioned it in yesterday's post, but that morning he and I watched an old 12-minute video on BitChute that was of considerable interest: Genie Wiley (Feral Child) TLC Documentary.

Wikipedia has quite a comprehensive article on her: Genie (feral child).  

As well, there are a couple of recent (this year) articles on her. One is at TheNetLine.com: Where is Genie Wiley now? The Secrets about her Healthcare exposed.

The other is at VeryWellMind.com: The Story of Genie Wiley.

I find it absolutely bizarre that she is being hidden from the world somewhere in California. She was 'discovered' when she was 13 years old, and is now 64 or 65. I think that it is criminal that she was not allowed to flourish as best as she was able, and instead was hidden away 'for her own safety', basically being given a life sentence to be living in isolation until she finally dies.

The reason that I believe she is isolated and not part of some loving broad family is because, over the years, somebody would eventually have leaked her location. People are just not generally able secret-keepers.

I wonder why she was named the cover name "Genie"? If it is known that her actual last name is Wiley ─ her father was Clark Wiley and her mother Irene Wiley, and her older brother was John Wiley (see this 2008 ABC YouTube interview with him) ─ what possible purpose was there for the authorities in bestowing a fake first name on the poor thing?  

This didn't 'hide' her identity!

Like I said, it's simply bizarre. Maybe everyone involved in placing her in solitude for most of her adult like as has happened ought to be investigated and charged ─ they certainly did and do not 'own' her!

Frankly, it quite sickens me. She seemed such a sweet young teen. I haven't noticed that she was prone to the sort of uncontrollable tantrum outbreaks that many autistic kids launch into ─ she was simply a sweet young teen who could barely communicate.

Hey, my thumb joints have taken enough of a beating, and it's after 8 p.m. Enough for today.

A Photo Taken During Yesterday's Pre-Dawn Walk

This post will be quite short, for my wife has not had to work today. She did go out once, but she did so while I was having my early afternoon nap, and she returned just a few minutes after I had risen.

I took a photo early yesterday while I was out on my somewhat damp five-mile hike ─ I took the photo while directly across Surrey's King George Boulevard from the King George SkyTrain Station and the Coast Capital Savings headquarters building.

That latter structure is essentially the location of a popular drinking establishment of the second half of the 1970s known as the Surrey Inn. The Surrey Inn was to be known thereafter by a couple of other names, but it was always the Surrey Inn to those of us who frequented it in its original incarnation.

The photo was taken at exactly 4:30 a.m.

I would also like to mention that I had my second toolshed exercise session this morning that again saw me fail to match my performance of both this past Friday and Saturday where concerns pull-ups / chin-ups.

The Friday and Saturday sessions saw me perform far better than I have managed to do ever since I became ill and was hospitalized last October with "COVID pneumonia", losing considerable muscle and strength that month.

On Friday and Saturday I practically doubled what I have of late been managing to achieve in those exercises, but those two stellar days seem to have been flukes. I am again struggling, and I do not understand why.

Something else I wish to mention is that the lupin or lupine seeds I had 'scored' and placed within a folded paper towel that I then wetted and placed inside a plastic bag three or four days ago ─ there were maybe 19 seeds ─ have all sprouted a root to one degree or another.

So I now have the seeds within some wet potting soil that I spread over an 18-egg cardboard carton. This carton is itself set into an 18-egg styrofoam carton, and both are now in a plastic bag where I hope that the seeds will all develop shoots and start flourishing.

We may be done with frost for this part of the year, but I want the wee plants to have a few inches of growth before I transplant them due to the threat slugs and snails would have for much smaller plants.

Most likely I will have to shield each plant with their own plastic bag for a time to allow them even further protected growth once they are outdoors.      

All else I wish to take the time to report is that we have had quite a sunny afternoon hereabouts. And since my early evening is already upon me and I wish to have a bath, I am going to call a halt to further blogging for today.

Painted Woman ─ Discovering Stef Dawson

'Twas just after midnight when I got to bed last night, with my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. in order to get me up for an intended five-mile walk.

At one point after a period of wakefulness that found me to be curious enough abut the time, I took a peek ─ it was something like 2:38 a.m. This was too ridiculously soon after having gotten to bed, so I sought further sleep.

When next I was awake and checked the time, it was 3:50 a.m., so I opted to rise then and ready for the foray. It was audibly raining outside, but not a hard rain. And by the time i readied myself and set off, it might have been as late as 4:08 a.m.

I got the walk accomplished, but my fairly quick pace had slowed before I was yet half done. And by the time I had maybe two miles left, it weighed upon me how abysmally boring this whole enterprise was.

I am only doing the walk for that purpose alone, and it gets to be a sheer drag. Knowing that I will probably only be doing the walk just twice a week, it's going to take considerable determination to keep up with it.

I am likely going to have to select a different five-mile rectangle in order to make the outing more bearable ─ the sameness is otherwise likely to prove insurmountable.

It certainly would help if I could walk without having to endure the headlights and even the mere intrusive presence of vehicular traffic everywhere I have to walk. 

I think that it was something like 5:50 a.m. by the time I was outside the locked front door when my walk was done. I dropped a glove and had to pick it up, but that required me to support myself with my hands as I attempted to slowly stoop down ─ the walk had left me inflexibly stiffened. I felt like an arthritic 72-year-old. 

Maybe I am ─ I am certainly 72. 

As for the rectangle I used in the walk, I have the approximate centre-point marked in this Google Map. The rectangle's boundaries were 128th Street; King George Boulevard; 96th Avenue; and 108th Avenue.

Each of those boundaries are quite busy highways, so I did not exclusively walk them. Rather, I tended to follow them for relatively short distances, preferring to take to quieter roads within the rectangle that are paralleling those major arteries.  

I can't recall now how long I remained up after getting back home, but following some further sleep, I was probably up again no later than 8:30 a.m. In fact, I was downstairs with my first morning coffee ─ this one loaded with 'the works' ─ by maybe 9:15 a.m. and had the T.V. on before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning. 

Since I had immediate control of the T.V., I led off our viewing (via our Android TV Box) with a 2017 Western titled Painted Woman. I located an excellent source for it in the Syncler app that I have downloaded in that Android TV Box.

I was expecting some complaining from my brother, for he generally only gives a movie 10 or so minutes. However, he was silent, and was soon caught up in the plot.

I was completely unfamiliar with diminutive lead actress Stef Dawson, but apparently I have seen her before ─ she appeared in three of The Hunger Games movies, but I don't remember her.

I had no idea that the actress was Australian ─ I never detected any hint of such an accent. It was clear that she was very beautiful, but in the scenes where she was dressed in 'cowboy' clothes or simple country dresses, at times she looked like she was a mere beautiful young girl. Yet the actress was in her early 30s at the time.

The photo is from a late 2016 DailyMail.co.uk article that predates Painted Woman.

The movie was most enjoyable, and held a few surprises ─ plot twists that my brother and I never suspected were coming. I definitely recommend it. I am now a Stef Dawson fan and intend to watch other programming that features her.

I followed the movie with a couple of videos that dealt with the recent Pfizer release of the first 55,000 pages of its 'secret' trial records on its experimental COVID-19 injection.

The first video is sourced at YouTube and thus likely to get censored / deleted, but it was 23 minutes in duration and uploaded on March 9 by Dr. John Campbell: The Pfizer documents. The same video is of course available on other platforms such as BitChute ─ see here, for example.

The second video on the Pfizer trials was 21 minutes long, and uploaded to Rumble on March 15: Dr. Meryl Nass on Unbreaking Science w/Dr. Jack.

With 1 p.m.'s approach, my brother sought some bed rest; and I soon enough did the same. He was gone for the afternoon when I finished my nap.

I must here mention that yesterday a letter arrived for my wife from Canada Revenue Agency. It was a "Notice of collection" officially seeking payment for the more than $1,600 personal income tax debt that she incurred for the 2020 tax year.

(I filed her tax return for 2021 a couple of days ago, and she owes just as much yet again!) 

She hopes that we can just start making payments and attempt to be rid of the 2020 debt over the course of the next 12 months. 

I think that I had something else I wanted to mention, but it is already after 7:30 p.m. and I must cease blogging for today and get this post published.

A Few Diverse Matters

Following my early afternoon nap, I did not expect to rise and find that my wife had come home. At earliest, I thought that she would be showing up after mid-evening if she was working today (she has part-time employment at a Thai restaurant).

She was last home early Saturday afternoon (she typically spends much of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver). 

As a result of her unexpected appearance, I have not been able to spend the time here at my computer that I otherwise would have. And as a consequence, I am not going to say too much in this post.

I want to confirm that yesterday in the early evening I did NETFILE our tax returns using the GenuTax Multiyear Tax Software. I had already completed both returns last Wednesday, but held off submitting them.

I used the GenuTax software last year as well, but of course this year I had to update it.

Had I NETFILEd the two returns on the past Wednesday right after I had completed them, possibly the submission might have been different ─ perhaps they could have been submitted simultaneously. Last evening, I had to submit them separately ─ or at least, I think that I needed to do so. 

My nagging concern is that when I first submitted mine, it may be possible that my wife's was automatically submitted as well, since they had to be completed simultaneously. If that is indeed so, then when I next submitted hers, did this result in a duplicated submission?   

I hope not! Since she owes, I don't want her tax debt to be doubled because of this possibility.

In other news, it seems that her youngest son (24 years old?) has been diagnosed with a case of COVID-19. He only seems to be manifesting some common cold symptoms, but he is something of a hypochondriac, so he sought out a doctor. 

And now he is going to take sick leave from work.

It doesn't stop him from going out for other reasons, however.

I also want to mention that I am disappointed with this morning's session of toolshed exercising. On both this past Friday and Saturday, I performed far better at pull-ups / chin-ups than I have managed to do since before I took sick last October with "COVID pneumonia" and had to spend just over 11 days in hospital after degenerating so badly here at home that I could no longer walk and was just lying in bed peeing myself.

This morning, however, I reverted to a poorer showing at the exercises. Did my 5.625-mile round trip hike yesterday morning to do some grocery shopping adversely challenge me so very much that I am paying a penalty today?

I do not have those exercises scheduled again until Wednesday, so we shall see how I fare that morning. However, I hope to get out overnight on a good walk and intend to do some pull-ups on the rings at an elementary school playground. I would like to rise at 3 a.m. for that walk, but I will likely feel that 4 a.m. is more reasonable if I sit up until the midnight hour later today while watching evening T.V. (via our Android TV Box) with my younger brother after he is home from his daily 'socializing'.  

Perhaps I will also mention that I put some lupin seeds between a folded wet paper towel that I then inserted into a plastic bag. I will check them on Thursday to see if any have germinated.

I am a little annoyed that in setting this up, three of the seeds dropped to the floor carpet and became lost.

Well, it is now after 7:30 p.m., and my thumb joints are bellyaching from the abuse of typing on this keyboard, so I am going to call it quits at blogging for today.

Due Reckoning

Notwithstanding my failure to retire last night until a little past 12:20 a.m., I set my cellphone alarm for 5 a.m. this morning and got myself up as it was sounding.

Originally I had intended to rise at 4 a.m., but at the last moment ere retiring I realized that doing so would be far too unkind.

It seems that my eldest stepson (27 years old?) had to work today, for he was up soon after I was; and by maybe 5:30 a.m., he left on his long drive to work. He is working a 12-hour day. 

I wanted to be on my 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) before it was yet 6 a.m., but that target is proving nearly impossible for me to hit. Regardless, I do believe that I was on my way within five minutes of the passage of that point in time.

The Real Canadian Superstore opens at 7 a.m. Consequently, because I abhor crowds, and I hate being public during the busy day, I always seek to walk this errand as early as is possible.

It was still broad dark when I left, and all was dry. But as I advanced, the eastern sky grew brighter and seemed primarily clear of cloud. I thought that it betokened a sunny morning.

I no longer overload myself when I make this shopping excursion, for the return walk is punishing enough without the additional challenge of some great burden.

When I exited the store ─ and I believe that I did arrive there well within 10 minutes after it opened its doors ─ the sky was starting to cloud up and I was feeling the vague flecks of some rain. The rain did later fall, but I was largely spared, just incurring some negligible dampness.

Once back home I did not force myself to sit up for too much longer, and was back into bed ahead of 9 a.m. where I was to remain until nearly 10 a.m.

After I had gone downstairs to fix a mug of hot instant coffee loaded with 'the works', my younger brother and I were to watch some plandemic / scamdemic / casedemic videos, leading off with a very depressing one insofar as the situation seems to be in Ireland.

This interview of Gemma O'Doherty was uploaded to BitChute on March 18, and is 54 minutes in duration: Ireland Engulfed By Liberalism, Immigration And Globalist Tyranny.

Canada's Crime Minister Trudope is trying to achieve the same thing, seeking to erase this nation of its Judeo-Christian foundation and attempting to institute rampant multiculturalism in place of what has always been biculturalism ─ i.e., English and French.

He needs to get the hell out of here ─ he definitely needs to be dethroned and even jailed.

The Canadian situation was touched upon in this March 17th 44-minute Rumble video uploaded by the Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms: C3RF “In Hot” interview with Greg Hill and Matt Sattler. 

Major Russ Cooper (Ret’d) discusses vaccine mandates with Greg Hill and Matt Sattler from “Free to Fly”. The new normal that sees pilot careers hinging on one’s vaccination status has only been made possible through shortcutting the rule making and safety cultures that have made Canadian civil aviation the safest in the world. Are we taking risks that we’ll regret? How can such recklessness be justified?

My brother mentioned that his Langley friend Greg had yesterday said that he might check out the rally being held at that city's Douglas Park (Google Map) from noon to 3 p.m. today that was to be featuring Chris Sky, but today's weather turned unpleasantly chilly due to some wind, and at times became quite wet. The afternoon in fact grew progressively worse.

Greg had said that the park was maybe a 15-minute walk from his apartment, so at least it won't exactly be putting him out by very much to give the rally a try.

My brother and I both hope that Greg did attend, for he would definitely enjoy Chris's rousing speaking style (Greg was unfamiliar with Chris Sky); and perhaps Greg could bond with like-minded people in this resistance to governmental tyranny.

As for my brother and I, early in the afternoon we each sought some further bed rest; and when I rose from mine, my brother was gone for the afternoon, seeking his daily 'socializing'.

My evening is early upon me as I type these words. I wish now to NETFILE the tax returns for my wife and I that I completed on Wednesday past using the free GenuTax Multiyear Tax Software, so I am going to cease blogging for today and get that filing over with.

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Failing to Connect

Being tied up with my younger brother watching T.V. twice daily on most days has not allowed me to have much communication with my wife when she is home.

That was the case last evening when she was finally home from working the full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment; and it was so earlier today when I was involved with him through the latter morning until just after 1 p.m. 

She didn't come downstairs until late into the morning; and once my brother and I were done with T.V. and we each sought some bed rest (my wife was busy in the kitchen), I rose from a good nap to find that both my brother and my wife had each gone.

He heads off every afternoon to 'socialize' somewhere. As for my wife, I had no idea where she had gone ─ it was very possible that she had simply gone off to do some shopping. However, by early evening she was still not back, so I was left with the real possibility that she was gone for the remainder of the weekend (she spends much of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver).

And so I still have not been able to speak with her about her income tax return ─ I completed both of our returns this past Wednesday using the free GenuTax Multiyear Tax Software, but as yet I have been unable to get a clear grounding on whether she may have any further charitable donation receipts to supplement the $90 in total that I have on hand of hers.

I know full well that she donates to the Buddapanyanuntarama Buddhist Monastery (BBM) in Burnaby ─ possibly anytime she visits there. She does not regularly attend, but she does go there quite a few times a year for various special occasions.

Since I believe that she owes over $1,600 in income taxes for 2021 ─ effectively doubling her already longstanding debt from the previous taxation year ─ she needs every edge that is possible in order to get a reduction.

But I want to submit our returns and be done with them for this year. Perhaps I am just going to have to text her and plainly ask if she has any proof of having donated more than $90 to the monks last year, for that is all that I have proof of.

In other matters, temperatures hereabouts have been remaining well above freezing. We had some rain overnight, but the morning was a mix of Sun and cloud. The afternoon became predominantly sunny, though there has been an annoying strong, chilly breeze that forced me to shut the window in this room upstairs where I keep my computer.

Yesterday I wrote about how a backyard toolshed exercise session I had that latter morning featured my strongest showing at pull-ups / chin-ups since before my "COVID pneumonia" last October that put me into the hospital for over 11 days.

I had become essentially bedridden here at home before finally submitting to family urgings to go to the hospital.

I had to retrain myself to not only just walk, but to be able to stand even with assistance ─ I had wasted away so dramatically. I lost so much weight that the last time I was that light, I was no more than 16 years old (I am now 72).

I've got my weight back, but the gains in strength took time. I can't claim to be as strong as I was pre-illness, but things are definitely promising.

Early tomorrow morning I want to take a long hike to do a little grocery shopping ─ a round trip of 5.625 miles as I have it worked out. I hate being out in the public, so when I make these hikes, I do my best to hit the store as soon after its 7 a.m. Sunday morning opening as I am able.

To make this as comfortable an enterprise as I can, I will want to rise tomorrow morning at 4 a.m. in order to give me as much leisure to prepare myself for the venture as is possible. 

Anyway, as I have alluded already, my evening is underway; and since I wish to have a bath, I am going to consider this the conclusion to today's post.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Discovering Anita Krishna

I opened my arms wide to iniquity this afternoon.

In other events, I was to bed last evening by approximately 10:20 p.m., for my younger brother was not yet home from Langley where he had bused in the afternoon to do some drinking with his friend Greg who lives there. 

Oddly, I slept exceptionally poorly. And at one point, hoping that it might be by then around 7 a.m., I checked the time and was appalled to discover that it wasn't even 3 a.m.

I had no walk slated, so there was naught in it for me but to seek more sleep.

Later when my morning truly did commence, and I betook myself downstairs to watch some T.V. with my brother, we discovered a delightful new personality serving as the subject of Odessa Orlewicz's guest in her latest video (just over 1¼ hours) from last evening: March 17- CBC Had To Apologize About Their Fake News Story & Featuring Guest Interview With Ex- Global News Director.

That delightful new personality is Anita Krishna, and I do believe that I may have some vague familiarity with her name from past Global News exposure. 

I especially love the sound of Anita's voice. I wish that I knew her.

There is a 15-minute video posted to BitChute featuring her speaking in Vancouver on February 5 at a rally that was taking place that day: MSM reporter Anita Krishna Speaks.

But her own small channel is at Rumble as AKStraightSpeaks.

I wish her the best!

My brother and I also watched a 55-minute March 4 interview on Rumble of a doctor who is familiar to us both from a couple or more past Dr. Joseph Mercola videos, but who was this time being interviewed by another woman: Dr. Stephanie Seneff - COVID-19 Vaccines are Causing Neurodegenerative Disease & VAIDS. 

Unfortunately, Dr. Seneff ─ who is clearly an expert ─ uses so much specialized terminology that much of what she says will be far beyond the understanding of most people. Her interviewer didn't have the educational wherewithal to reign her in like Dr. Mercola always works at doing. Nevertheless, it was a video worth bearing with.

The gist is to NEVER submit to this mRNA injection!

It is almost 8 p.m. ─ I have no real further time to blog. But I do want to report that my wife had to work another full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and she left this morning in rain for her fairly long drive to make her 11 a.m. start.

As yet, I have not submitted our tax returns. We have not had time to talk about them since I had them completed this past Wednesday. That talk ought to get broached tomorrow afternoon.

I also want to report that this morning when my brother left to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, I  had some exercise out in the backyard toolshed. I was suffering considerable thumb joint pain due to years of intensive pounding on infernal computer keyboards, and I even wondered if I might have to skip the session.

However, to my unexpected delight, I performed better at the pull-ups / chin-ups than has been the case since before I fell ill last October and ended up in the hospital for just over 11 days with "COVID pneumonia". 

In other words, it has been well over five months ─ nearer six months ─ since I last evidenced this much strength at pull-ups.

This is a definite accomplishment for someone who is 72 years of age.

Dr. Tess Lawrie's Video Plea to Dr. Andrew Hill

Well, there was no beer for me last evening, nor any T.V. with my younger brother after he arrived home from his daily 'socializing'. I quickly realized that he was especially inebriated; and not five minutes after he had sat down to supposedly watch the episode of Versailles that I was seeking to tune in via our Android TV Box, his head started dropping forward and his eyes were closed.

He was passing out.

Since I had not yet opened a can of beer, I called an end to my evening and shut off the Android TV Box, leaving my brother with basic cable programming to awaken to.

I went on upstairs to this room that is my computer room / bedroom, and was into bed by approximately 10 p.m. As well, I had set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m. so that I could rise and head out for an early walk.

I believe that I heard my wife arrive home awhile later ere I had yet gotten to sleep.

The first time overnight that I was to be awake sufficiently as to be curious on the time, I was surprised to discover it to be 3:50 a.m. Initially I thought to remain abed until my alarm sounded, but then I rethought and decided to not waste any time.

I rose and dressed, and might have been on my way as early as 4:05 a.m.

This time I lengthened my walk to a rectangular route of around 4¼ miles ─ up from the three miles I have been doing of late. And as usual, quite early into my walk I did some pull-ups on the rings at an elementary school playground.

Although at the first I had good spring to my step, by halfway I had lost that spunk.

This outing I never came across any wildlife but for a rat that I saw scurry from some shrubbery to a streetside trash can, and then retrace its path with considerable alacrity at my approach. 

Part of my route was through some of what used to be Whalley's streetwalker (i.e., hooker) area. If one refers to this Google Map, I had meant to follow 104th Avenue to 128th Street, but then on a whim I turned onto City Parkway and walked up to 105th Avenue, following it to University Drive and then taking that back to 104th Avenue.

I saw no ladies, but I did see a white vehicle on three different occasions clearly cruising around the area on the hunt for one of them. I knew it was the same vehicle because it only had one headlamp burning.

105th Avenue was the farthest point from home, so thereafter was my route for home. However, I was to encounter what I deemed to be an annoying population of diverse people who were already abroad. This made me realize that if I am to broaden my walking route as I do hope to start doing, then I am going to have to leave home earlier. In other words, I am going to have to begin rising at 3:30 a.m. or even 3 a.m. for my walks.

Obviously this is not going to be very easy to do if I am sitting up with my brother while operating our Android TV Box into the midnight hour, fetching episodes of the various series we follow.

Note that betimes I would feel an isolated fleck of rain; and once, there was a flurry or spray of such diminutive drops that I was expecting the onset of rain. But it abated, and rain did not develop while I was outside.

Upon arriving back home, I remained up until something like 6:45 a.m. ere getting back to bed to try and sleep further. I was to have broken success.

My final time check was around 9:15 a.m., so I rose, quite expecting to find my brother downstairs watching T.V. However, he was only just then having his shower. And so I was to have access to the T.V. first and we spent the remainder of the morning until into the noon hour watching plandemic / scamdemic / casedemic videos.

One especially affecting video (18 minutes duration) was uploaded to Rumble on March 4: A Letter to Dr Andrew Hill | Dr Tess Lawrie | Oracle Films.     

In October 2020 Dr Andrew Hill was tasked to report to the World Health Organisation on the dozens of new studies from around the world suggesting that Ivermectin could be a remarkably safe and effective treatment for COVID-19.

But on January 18th 2021, Dr Hill published his findings on a pre-print server. His methods lacked rigour, the review was low quality and the extremely positive findings on ivermectin were contradicted by the conclusion. In the end, Dr Hill advised that “Ivermectin should be validated in larger appropriately controlled randomized trials before the results are sufficient for review by regulatory authorities.”

The researcher seeking a global recommendation on Ivermectin had instead recommended against it. A media onslaught against the medicine ensued. What were Dr Hill’s reasons for doing so? Were his conclusions justified? Or were external forces influencing his about-face?

One year on, this film recalls exactly what happened from the perspective of somebody that experienced it first hand; Dr Tess Lawrie; also featuring contributions from Dr Pierre Kory and Dr Paul Marik who worked closely with Dr Hill during the same time frame.

Dr. Hill is either a coward, or else he was handsomely bought off. There may even have been a combination of these two eventualities. Whatever was in play, he is a cad.

Just prior to watching that video, we had watched a 19-minute related feature uploaded to Rumble on March 7: Ivermectin, more evidence - Dr. John Campbell. Consequently, Dr. Tess Lawrie's video letter to Dr. Anthony Hill was all the more poignant.

Speaking as I am as a 72-year-old, Dr. Tess Lawrie is 'a good girl' in my books! 

My wife had to work the full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she left here ─ in rain, for it did began raining quite seriously this morning ─ in sufficient time to be able to arrive at the rather distant restaurant in time for her 11 a.m. start.

I only had a minute or two to let her know that I had completed our tax returns last afternoon (using the free GenuTax software that I had downloaded and used last year), and can now NETFILE them using that software ─ I just wanted to ensure that she had no further charitable donation receipts that she has not yet passed along to me, for she owes over $1,600 in income tax, if I am remembering correctly.

This effectively doubles her as yet unpaid debt from last year.

I did not gain any definitive response from her, so I still have not submitted the two tax returns.

This evening I may well be getting to bed by 10 p.m. again, for my brother did not drink locally. Instead, early in the afternoon he left afoot to catch a bus to go and visit his friend Greg in Langley. Typically this trip involves two buses.

In getting back home he could dispense with the second bus, but it would entail walking a mile to get all the way back here. 

Since there are waiting times, I only know that he will not be back until into the latter half of the evening. The odds are very good that I will be getting to bed before he shows up.

We shall see.

I seem unable to restrain myself from typing with abandon, and so once more my thumb joints are in considerable pain. Since it is now a little past 8 p.m., I am going to stop blogging for the day and have some supper and enjoy a little T.V. before my brother shows up.

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