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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).

Sunday, 11 December 2022

The Share Out

Luke Yamaguchi's Twitter account has since been suspended. However, his website is Gut Resolution.

Despite sitting up last night until after 12:45 a.m., I managed to respond to my cellphone's 5:30 a.m. alarm so that I could later do some grocery shopping at the Save-On-Foods that is something under a mile from here. I walk.

The store opens at 7 a.m., so I intended to arrive there fairly soon thereafter. However, it was likely considerably later, for I did not leave home until maybe 6:45 a.m., and I stopped at a nearby elementary school playground to perform six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

The equipment was wet, for we've had rain last evening and overnight. In fact, it was spitting rain while I was out.

This post is going to be short because my wife unexpectedly showed up just ahead of 3 p.m. after being absent for barely under eight full days ─ she was last here on Saturday the previous weekend, leaving shortly after 3 p.m. to go to work at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.

Our marriage is not robust, but she did become unwell early this past week and spent several hours on two consecutive days at Burnaby General Hospital being tested.

I really should say that during the several hours that she had to idly spend at the hospital, she eventually got tested ─ apparently the hospital is grossly understaffed, and my wife found the nurses most rude that she was exposed to.

Anyway, I suppose that she is essentially back to what passes for her normal, and will likely work the full day tomorrow at the restaurant ─ it opens at 11 a.m., so she usually rises around 9:45 a.m. on such days.

Since she is home and it is not yet much past 6:30 p.m., I am going to watch some T.V. ─ I think, a Christmas movie ─ and have some of the wine that I went to the trouble of carting two miles home last evening.

I suppose that it is worth mentioning that my brother and I watched another of the old Edgar Wallace Mysteries last evening ─ February 1962's The Share Out.

We used our Android TV Box to watch the feature on T.V. at this OK.ru link. It was black & white, incidentally, and just under an hour in length.

I must say that I was caught by surprise as to who the mystery killer was.

Okay, enough blogging for this overcast day.

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