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Who am I?

I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of MontrΓ©al.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Tuesday, 16 August 2022

Kidnapped/Terrorized

Blakelee Ortega

Since my younger brother failed to arrive home last evening by the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I had in place, I was free of obligation to sit up in order to watch any of our T.V. shows together. He in fact did not show up until after 10 p.m.

I had earlier phoned Sandy, the ladyfriend of my late old friend William A.G., who had died just shy of his 75th birthday that was set to befall him in the first half of April. Sandy had been my sole means of learning anything about Bill because he was confined to a full-care institution over in Victoria, and she had become familiar to staff at that facility, as well as to Bill's relatives who all lived over on the Island.  

With my old friend now gone, I technically no longer need to be in contact with Sandy. However, she is socially limited, and has very few outlets with which to occupy her time. I think that I have known her since maybe the mid-1980s, and I do not recall that she has ever been employed. Thus, her means are marginal ─ I believe that she lives on social assistance.

Consequently, I feel some obligation to have these rare phone calls and therefore do make them, albeit very infrequently. I do not take her calls ─ if I did, they would be a steady intrusion.

Last evening's call possibly took me well past 8:30 p.m., so thereafter I had to hurriedly have a light supper; and then I bided some time as I awaited the passage of the deadline for my brother's homecoming. Nevertheless, it seems to me that it was already past 10 p.m. before I put myself to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 2:30 a.m. and the early five-mile (minimum) walk I had planned for here in my area of Surrey.

When I later heard that alarm and then quickly rose and dressed, I was on the street outside by 2:45 a.m. as I set off. 

Note that my wife had not come home following what should have been a full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. If I am remembering aright, she has not been home since Friday morning when she left to go to work.

Such is our broken marriage.

As for my walk, as has become customary early into these outings, I stopped at a nearby elementary school playground and used the gymnastics-style rings that are a feature there, performing four sets of pull-ups. I am holding steady of late at managing six repetitions in the first set, and then two in each of the three subsequent sets.

My walk's route was bounded on two sides by 92nd and 97th Avenues, and by 132nd and 148th Streets on the other two sides. And so the centre point of that rectangle would be approximately the 9450 block of 140th Street as shown on this Google Map

This route is one of the two favourites that I have been using in recent weeks, but last night I tried something different. If you refer to this Google Map, and refer to near its bottom where you should see 92nd Avenue, you ought to be able to note that after it intersects with 144th Street and continues to the left on that map, it comes to an end and there are some trails there.

Well, I took to King Creek Trail as may be better illustrated on this Google Map. Using my flashlight, I followed it all the way up until it reached the paved Green Timbers Greenway (Google Map), and there I turned left onto it and followed it all the way to King George Boulevard (Google Map) right near that highway's intersection with another leg of 92nd Avenue.

I did not need my flashlight for the Green Timbers Greenway because it is free of overshadowing tree cover. As well, there was a full moon last week, and the moon was still brilliant and illuminating. 

The only potentially threatening wildlife would be coyotes; and there are raccoons and skunks, but these are only likely to be any kind of threat if one suddenly crossed paths with the critter and it felt threatened.

Where true threats are concerned, human beings are more likely. However, only the homeless are likely to be extant in these secluded areas. No one else would wandering in a Green Timbers Urban Forest Park trail at night ─ but even then, a flashlight is absolutely indispensable, so the homeless are unlikely to be wandering the trails. More likely, they might be bivouacked in the area. 

The Green Timbers Greenway is more likely to be frequented by persons, but I met no one at that time of the night.

And I was back home and standing outside the locked front door at 4:59 a.m. ─ or was it 4:49 a.m.? Memory now fails.

My eldest stepson was then up, readying for his 12-hour shift that was probably scheduled for 6 a.m.

I suppose that I was back to bed a little past 6 a.m., and I remained there until nigh 9:30 a.m., at which time I rose and joined my brother downstairs for some morning T.V.

When I assumed control of the T.V. and put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a YouTube upload yesterday by user Canada Proud that was a little more than 2¼ minutes in length: Brave Canadian STANDS UP to Trudeau's ArriveCAN App.

A Canadian crossing the border from the United States refused to cooperate with ArriveCAN.

The next video we watched was Christopher James' upload yesterday or today to Rumble, and it was nearly 1½ hours in duration (1:28:45): Pam Deol Kidnapped/Terrorized.

Kanwaljit Singh of the Sikh Freedom Alliance was a guest on the show for a fairly short time.

I would love to back up Christopher James by sending his FINAL NOTICE TO PEOPLE IN LAW ENFORCEMENT to my local RCMP headquarters, but I am not fully versed enough to be declaring everything that document says is the utter truth as I understand it to be. Yes, there are these instructions; but my knowledge of 'Common Law' is too limited for me to be boldly making the declarations within the document.

I think this is where Christopher James will fail. All this year he should have been laying out video tutorials on just about every aspect of Common Law as he has come to know it. I intuit a general notion of what is behind Common Law, but I have not even the vaguest and flimsiest foundation in an understanding of it. 

September 11 is coming fast, and I think that the date was only presented less than a month ago. 

I am not ready to be signing my name to anything that is making declarations that I do not solidly comprehend.

I am sorry, Christopher. I believe you are a decent and sincere soul, but you have not made clear everything that is pertinent for most of us to know about Common Law ─ Common Law is something that is nebulous to me, and not a realistic and substantial conception. And it needs to be. It is not enough that you are intimate with it. 

Anyway, after that video, my brother and I watched approximately half of another that exceeds 1½ hours, and then I cancelled out of it because he needed some bed rest before leaving for the day to once again re-engage his daily 'socialization'.

I sought a nap of my own, and rose to find him gone.

The day has been sunny, so I headed out into the backyard, and from 2:25 - 3:58 p.m. or so I sunbathed.

I have nothing scheduled for the early morrow, so I shall be sitting up late this evening awaiting my brother's return and the opportunity to watch at least a couple of the T.V. series we follow in common through our Android TV Box.

And of course, I will be enjoying a couple of cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep myself stocked with.

I am expecting that my wife will be finally coming home this evening or tonight, for she does not usually work on Wednesdays. Our monthly mortgage is due in six days, and she is responsible for having practically depleted our chequing account. Somehow she is going to have to come up with most of that payment because she just will not quit pillaging the account.

Enough complaining for today. 

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