Tina Nguyen
As has almost become the rule, my younger brother managed to arrive home last evening from his 'socializing' somewhat ahead of the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I had in place for him ─ a deadline that I placed because of the early a.m. walk that I had planned.
I had been hoping that he would fail to meet that curfew, for I was rather keen on getting to bed early.
Somehow he almost always arrives home just ahead of the deadline (which he knows nothing of) ─ a deadline that I only have for him if I have something planned for the early a.m. to come. Yet on those evenings when I am looking forward to watching episodes of some of the T.V. shows that we follow in common, he shows up so late that there is only time for a couple of them.
I was not going to suffer a paucity of sleep last evening, so I only called up an episode of just one of the T.V. series that we follow through the agency of our Android TV Box. It was the premiere episode of a new series I decided to try out ─ Imposters.
The series looks promising. However, there was a scene in that episode that I am certain I have seen before. Specifically, it was when the main character (Ezra) sought to hang himself, but failed; and as he sat miserably on his sofa or some such with the extension cord noose still around his neck, he is treated to loud knocking on his front door, and the claimed identification that it was the FBI.
It was so familiar to me that the visitor was a fake, and was instead someone who had been in the same position as Ezra ─ he, too, had been jilted and taken for everything he had that was of value by his new wife who then disappeared. And now he was seeking to track her down.
Perhaps I once tuned into the episode back in February 2017 when it first aired, and only casually watched some of it. I can not imagine any other explanation. Even the actor who played the fake FBI agent was familiar to me in that very role ─ that is, I knew that it was the same guy. But Parker Young is a very familiar character actor, and usually plays the same sort of role ─ a handsome and fit dude who means well and knows he's a hit with the ladies, but who has nothing much happening upstairs in the brains department.
If I ever saw the actor before who played Ezra (i.e., Rob Heaps), I do not know of it.
Anyway, my wife had gone out very early that evening ─ or maybe even late in the afternoon ─ and had not yet returned by the time I got to bed, which may have been around 10:30 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 2:30 a.m.
Well, I was to hear my alarm, and despite feeling groggy, I rose and dressed, and was on my way by 2:45 a.m. with the plan in mind to walk a rectangular route generally represented by 128th and 132nd Streets on two sides, and 76th and 96th Avenues on the other two ─ the vague centre point of that route here in Surrey is supposedly identified on this Google Map as 8600 - 130th Street, and to have followed the four outlying boundaries would have resulted in a six-mile walk.
I succeeded in extending the walk by making my way beyond 76th Avenue to 74th Avenue, and I even ventured through the property of F.D. Sinclair Elementary School and a little ways into Newton Athletic Park as shown on this Google Map.
All tallied, I believe that I walked at least 6½ miles and possibly a little more.
By the time I was back home and directly upstairs here to my bedroom where I keep my computer, I saw that it was 5:07 a.m. My eldest stepson was up and ensconced in the upstairs bathroom with the fan running, so he may have been unaware that I was back home even if he noticed that my bedroom door had been open and the room vacant when he first came upstairs to use the bathroom.
At any rate, when he left for his 12-hour workday, he locked the front door behind himself, something he does not usually do if he believes that anyone is up.
I think that it might have been around 5:40 a.m. when I returned to bed, and I remained there until perhaps 8:40 a.m. My brother was just emerging from his bedroom for the morning, but I had my bedroom door closed, and I remained there at least a further 10 minutes before going downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee, and to join him for some T.V.
When he soon turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with a May 4th 31-minute upload to Rumble titled THE PLAN - The WHO plans for 10 years of pandemics from 2020 to 2030.
THE PLAN shows the official agenda of the World Health Organization to have ten years of ongoing pandemics, from 2020 to 2030. This is revealed by a WHO virologist, Marion Koopmans. You will also see shocking evidence that the first pandemic was planned and abundantly announced right before it happened.
It was interesting enough, but not revelatory to my brother and I ─ we have been learning of this stuff since at least November 2020. Confessedly, I did miss out on a fair amount of the video because my wife had risen at 9:30 a.m. and was at this time set to leave for a full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ she wanted me to carry out some of the stuff that she was taking with her, and so I remained outside to see her off on her fairly long drive.
I also tuned in EwarAnon's 56-minute video The Lost History of Flat Earth [Volume 2 - Part 4].
Even my brother is getting annoyed by this guy who essentially spent the whole video explaining that he (EwarAnon) had been largely mistaken in all of the hours of material we sat through in his earlier videos.
Nevertheless, my brother and I will see where EwarAnon thinks he can take us. He sure bloody talks a lot ─ it is often an excruciatingly slow journey that sometimes seems to make no ground whatsoever.
I had one further video in mind to watch, but it was well over two hours long and would have taken us well beyond 1 p.m., so I just settled on an episode of Killing Eve.
Once it was done, my brother chose to go outside this reasonably sunny day and mow the front and back lawns. I opted to seek a nap ─ it was 12:40 p.m., much earlier than I usually seek naps.
I did manage some sleep; and rose a little after 2 p.m. to find that my brother was shut up in his own bedroom. He did soon enough emerge after I had heated up some soup my wife had previously left in the fridge, and I was seated here eating it. He was all set to leave for the afternoon.
I was to find that he had apparently left afoot to catch a bus and rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies at a pub. As a result, he is unlikely to be home until 10 p.m. or later. Even so, I have nothing planned for tomorrow morning, so I am willing to sit up to watch some T.V. with him once he does get home ─ it affords me the chance to have a couple of cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I seek to keep myself stocked with.
As mentioned, the day was reasonably sunny, so I opted to sit out in the backyard ─ and this time, I wore only gym-style shorts. It was perfectly warm out there. I slouched low in a chair and remained there from 3:04 - 3:45 p.m., facing directly into the Sun.
If we have similar weather tomorrow, since my brother will not be fussing about in the yard like he was this early afternoon, I will have the time to sun both my back and front.
Incidentally, early last evening I noticed that it began lightly raining. And while I was out on my early a.m. walk today, occasionally I would feel a light spit of rain on my shaven head. Thus, the afternoon's weather was somewhat unexpected.
Who can tell what the morrow's weather will bring? This was only the second time thus far this year that I have worn shorts and so been able to expose myself to the Sun as much as I did. I do not remember such cool, wet, and overcast weather lasting so deep into the year.
I mentioned in yesterday's post that our annual home insurance renewal billing showed up ─ our current coverage expires June 14. The new coverage for a year is pegged at $1,641.
Well, today the annual property tax bill made its appearance: $3,500 and change, and has a due date of either July 2 or 3.
Meanwhile, in between those two is our monthly mortgage of over $1,854.
Somehow, we have to come up with nearly $7,000 ─ and meanwhile, there are other monthly bills, including three credit cards that are in total holding a balance of debt well topping $25,000 that my wife foolishly racked up.
I only have a monthly pension for income, and just over $200 of that is taken for a life insurance policy on me that my wife set up. And she only has part-time restaurant income.
I don't see how we are going to get through this. Sure, my brother will pay 25% of the home insurance and the property taxes, and maybe a third of the monthly mortgage, but the only way that I can see us getting through to the end of July is if my two stepsons can somehow take on more than a 25% share each.
This is weighing very heavily upon me.
And so is the fact that enquiries about my wife's missing DHL shipment from Thailand that disappeared when it supposedly fell into the hands of Canada Customs (CBSA) last April 14 are only meeting with silence.
DHL no longer bothers to respond to our importunes for help.
CBSA is unapproachable, but reportedly surrendered the shipment to Canada Food Inspection Agency (CFIA). However, a contact there whose name and E-mail address were given to us and whom I reached out to via E-mail two days ago said that he would have someone "dig into this and see if we can find out what is going on."
But now two days have passed without a word more from him.
I wish that I could just disappear.
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