My expectation last evening of being able to get to bed by around 10 p.m. appeared dashed, for even though my younger brother had bused off in the early afternoon to drink at a pub where he was rendezvousing with at least one of his drinking buddies, somehow he showed up back home around 9:10 p.m.
This is as much as an hour earlier than is typical when he buses, for the trip requires two in each direction. He would have had to have left the pub an hour earlier than he generally does.
Maybe the earlier descent of darkness now that Summer is waning impacted this outcome.
I felt committed to put our Android TV Box into action and tune in at least an episode of one of the T.V. series we follow ─ two shows if I included a sitcom.
And so it was that I led us off with an episode of The Flash. Thus far we are only into season six, and it was episode 14 ("Death of the Speed Force") that I tuned in.
I opened a can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep in stock.
After just a few minutes, I saw that my brother had passed out. He remained unconscious all the way through the episode, and he was still snoring when I turned off the Android TV Box and the T.V. and left him there in the darkened living room.
I came upstairs here to my bedroom where I keep my computer, and by possibly 10:10 p.m. at latest I was into bed.
I have no idea when it was that my brother revived, but one might expect that a 70-year-old would be embarrassed to be seen in the state he was displaying.
Not an alcoholic, though ─ or at least not that one, at any rate.
My cellphone alarm was set for 2:30 a.m. to get me up for the better than five-mile north Surrey walk that I was scheduled to tackle. I like to leave home around 2:45 a.m.
All proceeded smoothly in that regard. I saw my wife's car parked in the driveway, so she had gotten home at some point before following her long day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I was also greeted by a slight touch of coolness to the night air.
As usual early into my walk, I stopped at an elementary school playground to perform four sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings that are featured there, and once again I managed to stick the 6 - 2 - 2 - 2 sequence of repetitions that have become my norm in the past very few weeks.
There was a fairly major difference with this walk, and it occurred as I was walking along 100th Avenue, and possibly as much as two blocks past 140th Street (as estimated on this Google Map) as I headed for 148th Street.
A vehicle slowed down and then stopped a fairly short distance ahead of me, and then backed up towards me. I then realized that it was a taxi. The fairly young driver ─ probably South Asian ─ called out and asked if I would like a ride.
Well, of course I did not require nor desire a ride, but I hate denying such Good Samaritans their opportunity to perform a perceived good deed.
He did request that I ride in the back and not in the front where I would have been sitting beside him; and the cab also had a Plexiglass (or similar) shield in place between the front and back seats.
At his query of my destination, I said that I was only going to 148th Street and would be turning right as I headed towards 96th Avenue. I meantime hoped that he was not also going to be turning in that direction, or maybe even feel some compunction to turn that way regardless just to help me out.
To reduce the chance of that latter scenario playing out, I made my ultimate destination sound confusingly vague and complicated. Fortunately, his own destination was straight ahead past 148th Street, for he was headed to Guildford ─ he probably had a paying fare to pick up.
And so he my have reduced my walk by three-quarters of a mile when he dropped me off at 148th Street, where I falsified some exuberant gratitude for the lift. Then once he continued on his way, I decided to extend my walk by heading in the same direction that he had gone ─ I would walk to 152nd Street, and from there work my way towards 96th Avenue. Doing so would add a mile to my walk, negating most of the lost distance, and leaving me a net accumulation of possibly as much as a quarter of a mile.
Note that at one point when I was still walking 100th Avenue towards 152nd Street, I saw an identical style of taxi headed from Guildford that was coming in my direction, so I stepped behind a conveniently located obstacle that shielded me entirely from view.
The cab passed, and I continued on my way.
It has probably been over three decades since I have had a Good Samaritan stop to offer me an unsolicited ride strictly through the goodness of the driver's heart.
I did hear something quite odd while I was walking along 96th Avenue ─ possibly in the area where you can see on this Google Map an Enver Creek intersect with that Avenue as it runs down the map from a small lake.
If there is any water in that creek at this time of year, I have never heard sounds of it running. What I did hear, though, was quite a loud frog croaking from the area 'down' from 96th Avenue as it runs across that Google Map. It is the first time this year that I have heard a frog anywhere in my travels. Owls, yes; but no frogs.
As for any wildlife, all I noticed were a rabbit and a rat over the course of my walk.
I was back on home property by 4:47 a.m., by which time my eldest stepson was up and readying for his imminent 12-hour shift where he works at distant Tree Island Steel. I remained outside to water garden plants in our front yard ─ a chore that probably takes at least 20 minutes.
As I was putting away the hose, my stepson emerged from the house. We had a fast exchange of well-wishes, and he was then away on his rather long drive.
I was back to bed for a little more sleep very shortly after 6 a.m., and I remained abed until around 9 a.m. My wife had another full workday (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.), but I wanted to speak to her about her pillaging of 'our' chequing account.
The account is really only mine, for she no longer deposits her paycheques there. Yet she freely takes advantage of my monthly pension that gets directly deposited there. Sure, she promises to repay me, but that can take days or even weeks.
In this specific case, I only got my pension this past Monday, yet she has withdrawn $1,800 from it. The only money I have spent from it were bill payments, most of which were credit card payments that she is responsible for. Yet now I suddenly have less than $60 in the account, and an automated monthly life insurance debit of $209 is set to hit the account at any time ─ last month it took place on the 3rd.
I did get a chance to bring some of this up with her as she rushed about before leaving on her considerable drive to the restaurant, and she professed something about paying back some amount later today. However, that had not yet been done when I began this post.
When my brother and I got together this morning for some T.V. (and he did not get up until after I had risen in the mid-morning), I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's video from yesterday: Try #2 - "A Diabolical Agenda"- I Interview Mary Holland of CHD (this time with the whole first part not missing).
The smoking gun in Africa, and how it relates to what we are going through now throughout the rest of the world. We show the coverup by the WHO. Why are miscarriages up astronomically in North America now too? Don't miss the clips I show of Mary Holland's documentary. Mary's documentary needs to be seen by the world.
https://librti.com/view-video/uninformed-consent. FULL MOVIEhttps://alexberenson.substack.com/p/more-frightening-news-about-fertility
The video was almost 1¼ hours in duration (1:12:12), and quite a good one.
I then tuned in one of Christopher James' (A Warrior Calls) latest videos from yesterday ─ that video was several minutes longer (1:18:22) than Odessa's: We Cannot Fail.
Thursday, September 1st, 2022 Live Stream - Part 1
Guests: Farmer John & Marcus Ray
Part 2 was also available, but it was nearly identical in length, so I decided to just tune in a Teddy Daniels 56-minute upload to Rumble that also was done yesterday: WANNABE YOUTUBE STARS AND LIBERAL WRITERS GET PUT IN PLACE.
Wannabe youtube star Artist in recovery takes swings way out of his league. He gets put in his place and I have even invited him to my show. I don’t take sexual advice from someone who admits to sleeping with men. Let’s see if he agrees.
Recent segments on OAN and Newsmax coving the senate race in PA.
Game night–the WVU Mountaineers take on the Pitt Panthers in the Backyard Brawl.
I am not partcularly a Teddy Daniels fan. His videos just seem to keep cropping up at the top of the list when I randomly check out what's the latest on the Stew Peters Network at Rumble.
This is the third time that my visit to that channel has found a Teddy Daniels video topping the list for the day that I made my check. And in the case of yesterday, there were a total of eight videos listed.
So why is Teddy Daniels always leading off each of those days' offerings? I wish I knew.
Oh, Lord ─ it is almost 8:30 p.m.
I just want to mention a movie I watched early last evening ─ actually, I watched the final 10 minutes or less, for I had to leave it prematurely the day prior.
The movie was 2011's The Good Witch's Family.
Yes, these movies are brazenly family entertainment, but I rather liked the T.V. series, and thus I have been slowly getting through each of the movies. I am struck by how different each of these early movies were in relation to the series ─ even the characters and their personalities were often radically different.
And this specific movie ended with Catherine Bell as the titular character letting her police chief husband know that she is pregnant. As far as the series went, I have no memory of her having born a child.
This movie was where lead character Cassandra Nightingale meets her previously unknown cousin Abigail (played by Sarah Power), who was to become a staple of the T.V. series.
In the movie, though, she had quite a nasty side, delighting in the use of what could only be termed 'voodoo dolls'.
I close by reporting that I got in my afternoon sunning, commencing no later than 2:18 p.m. and putting in an hour and 20 minutes.
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