Even when I have enjoyed a reasonably fulfilling day as was the case yesterday, there is that within that wilfully seeks debasement. And so instead of sensibly getting to bed into the latter half of the midnight hour last night as did my younger brother, I iniquitously remained up until possibly 4 a.m.
And all the while my poor wife was abed in her room adjacent to mine (we have separate bedrooms).
But I have jumped past what I wrote of in yesterday's blog post ─ namely, the walk my wife and I took shortly after 5 p.m. to Holland Park a mile or so away, and the 2022 Surrey Fusion Festival that was being held there Saturday and Sunday.
It was so dreadfully hot out there!
By the time we were to Holland Park, sweat was streaming down my face, and perspiration was appearing through the salmon-coloured sleeveless top that I wore. It was all quite embarrassing.
My wife made an 11-minute narrated (in Thai) recording on her iPhone as she strolled around, while I just tagged along behind her.
I don't know if it is due to my age of 72 and all of the heat, as well as my ailing outer left ankle that feels as if it was recently sprained, but aimlessly just seeking to keep in company with her amongst the crowds found me extremely unstable afoot.
Perhaps if I was walking with determination I would have been more assured, directing myself as I might choose and not merely seeking to match my wife's twists and turns while travelling about as slowly as we were. I find that walking has become something like riding a bicycle ─ if I go too slow, my balance becomes negatively affected. I have to walk with purpose and vigour.
We were probably not in the park more than maybe 20 minutes, and then we manoeuvred over to T&T Supermarket across Old Yale Road and in nearby Surrey Place (Central City) where my wife did a wee bit of grocery shopping.
And then it was the walk back to home ─ and it was such a relief to be here again.
I had hikers on my feet, whereas my wife just wore some sandals. Yet I felt depleted from the experience.
It sure would have been nice to have gotten into some alcohol, but I held off until my younger brother finally showed up well past 9:30 p.m. before I opened the first of two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I do my best to keep myself supplied with.
My malt is not even refrigerated. I keep it in my bedroom.
Anyway, with my brother home at last, I tuned in an episode each of Black Lightning, then Inspector Morse, and finally The Kominsky Method.
Concerning the Inspector Morse episode ("Happy Families"), I recognized Doc Martin (actor Martin Clunes) as having a major guest starring role. My brother and I have yet to dig into that series, but we did watch all three of the precursing movies (Saving Grace; Doc Martin; and Doc Martin and the Legend of the Cloutie).
Despite not getting to bed until maybe 4 a.m., I later was awake enough to be checking the time at a minute or two after 8 a.m., so I decided to rise then. I thought that my brother might already be watching T.V., but he had yet to emerge from his bedroom.
My wife was to have to work a full day today, but the restaurant does not open until 11 a.m., and this morning she never got up until maybe 10:15 a.m.
When my brother did make his appearance and we got together for some morning T.V. via our Android TV Box, I led us off with the 28-minute (28:53) documentary Infertility: A Diabolical Agenda.
“When they’re through with Africa, they’re coming for you.” — DR. STEPHEN KARANJA
A film by award-winning filmmaker Andy Wakefield, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. and Children’s Health Defense. Watch the chilling tale of African women whose fertility was tragically stripped away through an experimental tetanus vaccination program. Are women everywhere next?
For more information, studies, memes, and other related content go to InfertilityMovie.org
There are various sources for it on Rumble alone, but I linked to the Children's Health Defense upload.
I next tuned in the seminar Out of Babylon with David Straight - Part 2, which was also on Rumble.
As interesting as the video was ─ clearly 'Common Law' ─ it was entirely U.S.-centric. I don't see how anything David Straight talked about could successfully translate towards actions we could put into practice here in Canada.
I noticed that David Straight claimed that when he goes to court, he does not rise to his feet when a judge enters the courtroom. According to him, he (i.e., David) is the "king", and a judge is the servant of the people. Yet thereafter David ─ in detailing how he conducts himself in any court proceedings ─ kept addressing his servant judge as "Your Honor".
That really smacked of illogic.
Unfortunately, part 3 is nearly 3½ hours long, so my brother and I might not watch all of it when we get around to tuning it in.
The final video that I tuned in was a 20-minute Hibbeler Productions documentary titled Nine Eleven. You can find various sources for it at BitChute here, provided the search link remains valid.
Most people agree, on the morning of September 11th, 2001, something just didn't add up. The official story is beyond laughable. Watch here for the truth.
Prior to 2020 and the 'COVID hoax', I never put any credence into claims such as are made in the documentary. However, I no longer blindly believe any official narrative. If the government, or any public health authority or organization, or the mainstream media claims it, then I immediately suspect that it is likely a lie.
Once this video was finished early into the noon hour, my brother sought some bed rest before heading away for the afternoon and early evening. I had a quick first meal of the day, and then I sought a nap just before my brother emerged from his bedroom and soon left.
The nap I had was not much over an hour ─ or at least, that was how long I was in bed. But I did nap very deeply for however long it was, since I did need it.
Then I took advantage of the very sunny day and sunned in the backyard from 2:30 p.m. until around 3:45 p.m. (maybe a little later).
And then I came into the house to begin work on this post. My eldest stepson had by that time finally risen (his younger brother had gone to work just after I got up this morning).
I plan an early a.m. walk overnight, so I will want to rise at 2:30 a.m. Consequently, if my brother is not back by 9:30 p.m., I will be watching nothing on T.V. via our Android TV Box with him this evening. He can find his own entertainment via our T.V.'s basic cable package.
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