Yesterday was the first day in (I believe) over two months that saw me fail to make even a brief post in this blog. Much of the blame is attributable to my wife, who did not have to work that day.
That in itself was not why I did not blog. The primary factor was that in the afternoon when I might have attempted a short post, she announced that she was going to Canadian Tire, and asked if I wanted anything.
Well, for what may be over a month now, I have been wanting to purchase a garden trowel, and I had seen online that the outfit carried some that were stainless steel and thus resistant to bending. The only trowel we have bends when it meets very little stress ─ this happens even down near the point, for Pete's sake.
We once had two trowels, but one of them disappeared.
When I reacted with some enthusiasm to my wife's query, she then switched tactics and instead asked me if I wanted to come along to personally buy whatever it was that I wanted.
So I soon readied, and we were on our way.
I should have taken the time to pinpoint just what "aisle" the darned things were supposed to be located along ─ I only vaguely remembered that it was something like "68" or "86".
Initially I could not even find an "aisle" in the 80s, but eventually my wife and I crossed paths in the gardening area and I noticed that a lot of it was in that range. So I wandered up and down the "aisles" a number of times, but I never found any trace of something like a garden trowel. Heck, I never came across any kind of gardening tools ─ not even a shovel.
This was not only discouraging, it was frustrating ─ is it any wonder that people place orders online at websites like that of Amazon where many of the goods will be shipped for free right to one's residence?
I became so annoyed that I was not going to be bothered to hunt down an employee ─ there were none in the immediate area ─ to ask. I hid my temperament from my wife, but I was done with the store. I would not be returning to buy a trowel from them.
I do not drive, and I abhor being abroad on foot during the busy day. That is why I perform any light grocery shopping early Sunday mornings as soon after my two preferred stores open at 7 a.m. Even if I decided to make the two-mile or so hike to the nearest Canadian Tire outlet, the store does not open until 9 a.m. on Sundays.
I have no desire to be abroad on foot at that time of morning. If the store was no more distant than maybe four or so blocks, that might be different; but I am not hiking that far afield just to be abroad that late into the morning. The world would be alive with people and traffic everywhere, and I utterly detest that state.
Thus, the outing was a flop, except that I was some company for my wife. However, I was left with no blogging time, and I even decided to scrap some exercising that I had meant to tackle.
By the way, she informed me that she had withdrawn $500 from our chequing account where my monthly pension is deposited. That now makes $1,600 or even $1,700 that she owes to the account.
She must virtually be checking the account daily to see if there is a new infusion of money for her to tap into ─ my pension had only been direct deposited that same day, and I did not even know of it as yet. None of her income ever goes into the account ─ only mine.
This awareness of hers has been displayed in the past, and it can be exasperating.
But let us fast forward to yesterday's latter evening, for once more ─ even though I had every intention of rising at 3 a.m. overnight for a five-mile walk ─ my younger brother managed to pull into view mere minutes ahead of the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I secretly have in place for him. I was in fact checking the time every minute or two by that point in the vain hope that 9:30 p.m. would arrive and I would be able to get to bed relatively early in order to be rested up for that early walk.
Instead, I was going to have to watch some latter evening T.V. via our Android TV Box that only I have the expertise to operate. Nevertheless, I set the limit to an episode each of just two of the series we follow in common (specifically, DC's Legends of Tomorrow and The Graham Norton Show). Thereafter, I announced to my brother my intention of the early walk, and I was to bed well ahead of 11:30 p.m.
As too often, it took far too long to become comfortable and relaxed enow to manage sleep. And when my cellphone alarm sounded at 3 a.m. and roused me from slumber, I objected vocally ─ I craved to sleep!
I only lay for a few seconds before realizing that it is imperative for me to be away on the walk as soon after rising as possible in order to avoid the building rush of the early workday commuters.
My eldest stepson still seemed to be up, but I got away unnoticed ─ possibly just ahead of 3:15 a.m.
Whalley is not the most desirable walking locale, but I put in the distance (and a wee bit more) without incident. The early going was difficult to get through because I felt so much like just going back home and returning to bed.
Early into the walk, I managed a semblance of four pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings at a nearby elementary school, but I only did each pull-up as its own set of one repetition, taking a 30-count between each of them. When I returned to the school late into the walk, I had stiffened up so badly that I could not even elevate myself fully from the ground with the first pull-up, and had to raise my legs somewhat and hold the posture for a few seconds ─ five to seven, perhaps. The successive three attempts each saw me elevate a wee bit higher, but I never managed a full pull-up.
It really is little wonder, for later in the morning before I had eaten aught, I weighed myself while entirely naked, and I weighed at least 193 pounds. I am a little more than an inch shy of six feet in height, but my age of 72 years is a further hurdle. And as I have before observed, fully clothed as I was when essaying the pull-ups, I might well have weighed 200 pounds.
It was a minute or so past 5 a.m. by the time I was back home, but I never returned to bed until just over an hour later. Sadly, sleep was dreadfully elusive ─ I think being overly cooled under my covers contributed to this.
I ought here to mention that my wife had headed away early last evening, saying something about going to eat somewhere, if I heard her aright. She was still not back when I went to bed late last evening, but her car was here when I left on my early a.m. walk.
She had to put in a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. The restaurant opens at 11 a.m., but she rose this morning around 9:45 a.m. and had readied with whatever her morning routine is, getting away in plenty of time to get to work. But she looked illy slept, and was not communicative.
I rose a little before 8:50 a.m., by which time my brother was already downstairs watching T.V. When I soon joined him and was invited to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with the nearly 2¾-hour video The Lost History of Earth & Why Everything is a Lie (Part 2 of 2) [Ewaranon].
Part 1 was nearly 3½ hours, and a source for it can be found on BitChute here.
The collection was interesting, but the narrator proved nothing to me. He never even got around to proving anything at all concerning why he believes that there were uninhabited cities around the world even well into the 1800s that people simply moved into, and that all of the great architectural marvels were never constructed by "us".
This notion was introduced in Part 1, with the promise that all would be revealed later. Well, it was not. There was no subsequent discussion of the topic.
I don't want to say much about the videos because you can spend the time to watch them for yourself, but his (EwarAnon) contention is that we really do live on a "Flat Earth" under some sort of celestial dome, and there are other landmasses on this "Flat Earth" that may be larger than those we are familiar with, but we are (inexplicably, as far as I am concerned) unable to ever reach them in our travels by sea and air.
Oh! ─ the moon is not really there ... or at least it is not solid; and the features on its surface that we see are actually a "snapshot" from some distant past of the continents of our Earth or "realm". He even maintains that at times the unsubstantial moon is transparent, and stars can be seen through the darkened section when it is in its phases.
This mystery guy has other videos, apparently. My brother seems to be more accepting of the possibility of some of EwarAnon's claims than I am, so I expect that I will tune in others of those videos primarily for his interest.
We also watched a 50-minute Liberty Coalition Canada April 23 upload to Rumble: Alex Newman: The New World (Health) Order.
CEO of the Liberty Sentinel, Alex Newman, joins Mike to talk about the World Health Organization's (W.H.O)strong push for an international treaty for pandemic response and what that means for national sovereignty.
Episode Resources: Global leaders unite in urgent call for international pandemic treaty; World Health Assembly agrees to launch process to develop historic global accord on pandemic prevention, preparedness and response
It was interesting enough. My brother and I have seen Alex Newman before, but I don't remember that he was as religious as he was coming across in this interview by Pastor Michael Thiessen.
But let's move on to the weather hereabouts.
I have to admit that I am becoming annoyed with how bloody unseasonably cool the weather has been so far this year. There was a fair amount of sunshine today ─ as well as threatening distant cloud masses; but I was disinclined to spend much time outside doing anything in the yard.
Those rings I attempted pull-ups with were dry and just cool to the touch, but they were dewy two mornings earlier ─ I used gloves then.
My brother is unlikely to be home by 9:30 p.m. this evening, for he left afoot in the early afternoon to catch a bus and rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies elsewhere. This portends that the rendezvous point is likely farther than he is willing to drive after drinking; it may also signify that he is likely to be swilling more beer than he might otherwise be doing.
I have nothing planned for the morrow, so I may give him some leeway concerning when he is 'allowed' to arrive home ─ but I will not give too much. Maybe till 10 p.m. ─ and he cannot be obviously blitzed.
I am down to one can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep on hand, so tomorrow morning I will ride with him when he goes to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work ─ it will be my chance to stock up at the nearest government liquor store two miles from here and very near to where Bev lives.
I will buy four dozen cans of the malt.
I think that's enough said for today.
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