It was annoying to discern my younger brother arriving home last evening maybe less than five minutes ahead of the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I had in place for him, for I was keen on getting to bed early in order to facilitate an early shopping expedition this morning, though it was only to the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet (Google Map) possibly a mile from here.
What was especially annoying is that my brother has this facility for not arriving home until 10 p.m. or even later on those evenings when I feel that I want to be sitting up watching episodes of the shows that we follow in common, and this forces me to almost pine away as time wastes on, for it is only going to limit just how much T.V. we will be watching (via our Android TV Box, of course).
Yet when it is an evening ahead of a morning in which I have a planned outing, my brother will roll his drunken butt home barely ahead of the 9:30 p.m. deadline that he knows nothing of ─ it is as if malignant forces align against me. And I feel obliged to watch at least one show.
Such was the situation last evening, yet I was even considering watching an episode each of two shows.
However, once he was home, he began puttering about in the kitchen for at least 20 minutes before finally deigning to come into the living room where I was impatiently awaiting. I already knew that he was quite drunk, for he had been steadily muttering to himself in the kitchen ─ this is always an infallible sign of his state.
And sure enough, not too very far into the episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow that I had tuned in ─ the season four finale "Hey, World!" ─ he had passed out and remained so until the episode was concluded.
There was no way that I would be wasting any further of our shows upon the feeble-brained lout, so that was it for the evening. I switched the T.V. over to its basic cable, and headed on upstairs to my room.
The silence that came of not having anything playing on T.V. roused the inebriate, and he already had a T.V. station filling the void by the time I was to my room.
Perhaps it was 10:45 p.m. ─ but no later than 11 p.m. ─ by the time I was into my bed, my cellphone alarm set for 5 a.m. which I felt was plenty of time for me to adjust to being up in the morning before I would be setting off on that fairly easy walk.
There was to come a point in the night when I rose to use the bathroom, but I never took a peek at the time. All I cared was that it was still dark outside, so I had a good chance of finding my way back into some sleep.
Alas, I do not believe that I did. And I soon enough heard a crow cawing as it flew. Crows do not habitually fly in the night, so I suspected that the night must be starting to fade into the earliest glimmerings of the approach of dawn.
When my alarm did sound, I was in a bit of a mental fog. And despite the amount of time that I had been in bed overnight, I definitely did not feel well slept. Nevertheless, I knew that a black hot instant coffee would help dispel that state, so I went downstairs to boil some water. It was then that I noticed that the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to was laying on the table, a sign that one of my two stepsons had already been up (the house was in darkness but for any lights I had turned on).
The store opens at 7 a.m., so there was no sense in leaving home even as early as 6:30 a.m. just to walk that mile or so to get there. Thus, I had lots of time to ready myself.
Towards that point in time, I soaked my bit of chin beard in order to have it neatly set prior to performing any necessary trimming; and as I waited for it to dry, I played FreeCell. And then as ill luck would have it, I heard what was likely my eldest stepson come into the house ─ I can only assume that he had gone to the gym earlier.
What was ill about this was that he soon enough came upstairs and shut himself into the bathroom, denying me access for any grooming. Then before too very long, he began to have a shower.
And thus it was that I never got on my way until around 7 a.m., much later than I had ever expected. But this is the course for me.
Most fortunately, the morning was overcast and quite gloomy ─ had it been brilliantly sunny, I am unsure if I would have been able to face venturing out into such a morning. It is extremely difficult for me to face the world in the daytime ─ it is why I have my walks in the wee a.m. before dawn.
Finding some encouragement with the lingering gloom, I went on my way, and even stopped at an elementary school playground to perform two sets of pull-ups ─ a mere two repetitions in each set, but I am 72 years old and fully clothed would weigh little below 200 pounds.
I also had $200 to deposit in the Coast Capital Savings Federal Credit Union (Google Map) nearby where I would be shopping. The money was a payment in cash that my wife had given me for paying her $171 traffic ticket online recently with my VISA credit card ─ she had expected that the fine would be $196.
Anyway, I got my shopping done and was back home without any other notable incident. I did forget to buy one item that I should have gotten, but it was not even thought of at any time beforehand when I was making my mental shopping list ─ it only popped into my mind awhile later back at home.
Around 8:32 a.m. I heard my brother stirring in his bedroom, so I opted to lie down before becoming involved with him for any morning T.V. ─ he would read The Province first anyway.
I must have spent an hour or so lying down, but it was restorative despite not falling soundly asleep.
When I joined my brother and he turned the T.V. over to me to put our Android TV Box into action, I had a Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson video in mind, but I was unable to notice the video I was after and instead tuned in her hour and 16-minute Rumble upload from two days ago: Live With Dr. Paul Thomas, MD.
Dr. Paul Thomas, host of “Against The Wind” and author of “The Vaccine-Friendly Plan,” has garnered much attention online by being a leading charge for medical freedoms, informed consent, and rationalizing pediatric treatment through his YouTube channel. He joins me to discuss many of the various freedoms he is fighting for in Oregon and across the US.
Dr. Thomas’ Show: https://www.doctorsandscience.com/
Website: https://www.drpaulsfight.com/
YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/paulthomasmd
I was unfamiliar with Dr. Paul Thomas, but I was very impressed with the breadth of his awareness about just what is going on in this world of ours. As he correctly expressed, it is far more than any fake pandemic and the senseless promotion of safe and ineffective inoculations.
One of the other videos we were to watch was the series finale of the British sitcom Twenty Twelve ─ I had no idea that the series was about to conclude until afterwards when I was researching as to what the next episode was going to be about.
I have enjoyed the series, even though the height of its comedy tended to be the confusing say-nothing babble that the cast are so adept at. Jessica Hynes' character (Siobhan Sharpe) is very good at saying absolutely nothing at all, and sounding all the while like some English version of a 'Valley Girl'. The series made me a fan of hers.
At least I will be able to continue to enjoy her and her character ─ as well as that of her immediate superior, Ian Fletcher (played by Hugh Bonneville) ─ in a series titled W1A that kicked off two years after Twenty Twelve ended.
My brother and I were also to watch the 28-minute video THE SEQUEL TO THE FALL OF THE CABAL - Part 11: The Gates Foundation – Exploit & Destruct.
Bill Gates and his foundation invest in some of the most criticized companies in the world for involvement in human rights abuses, labour abuses, environmental abuses, tax avoidance, and the amount of carbon held in their reserves. Everything he does goes against his own preaches about sustainability and the human carbon footprint. GAVI, the WHO, UNICEF, the World Bank, AGRA… evil players steered by the Gates Foundation in order to exploit the people and to depopulate the planet. Time to expose and to redefine Philanthropy!
By Janet Ossebaard & Cyntha Koeter
There are other sources for that specific video should that one become unavailable.
My brother sought some bed rest approximately midway through the noon hour, but he was up again and on his was for the afternoon to 'socialize' before I had yet sought my nap ─ which I did very soon after 2 p.m.
I managed a little sleep, and was down for a little over an hour, I expect. There seemed by then sufficient weak sunshine to make it worthwhile to sit out in the backyard to gain some further colour to my face, so I was out there doing so at 3:22 p.m.
Had I not noticed a neighbour immediately next door doing similarly while wearing just shorts and a tee-shirt or short-sleeved shirt, I would have returned into the house due to an excessively chilly breeze ─ and I was fully clothed, and even had a tee-shirt beneath my long-sleeved denim shirt.
But it ─ and I ─ warmed up as time passed, so I may have spent nigh 45 minutes out there. By then, there was a mass of clouds approaching the somewhat hazy Sun, so I congratulated myself on my timing and came back into the house. The weather is supposed to improve over the next few days.
We shall see.
I must have a bath; and I would also like to watch the final minutes (a bit over 50) of a French movie I had to separate myself from early last evening, so I might as well end this post here. It is already 7 p.m. I shall close with this Facebook post that my wife made yesterday in an effort to interest her audience to Boom Cocoa Plus, a product of Thailand's The iCon Group.
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