💀☠💀☠💀☠ Enduring the Canadian Passport Renewal Process

Had I not had so wretched a time of it completing and then trying to print out my passport renewal application last evening following publication of a post here, I believe that I would not have become involved with my younger brother once he was home from his daily socializing.

It had already become dark, and no matter what I did, the printer ─ which first produced the two passport renewal application pages with faded and missing print, forcing me to figure out how to access the ink cartridge to shake it into serviceability again ─ jammed up each of the application pages as I printed them one at a time to reduce the waste of paper.

I did not know what to do. It seemed folly to keep printing if the crumpling was only going to continue.

And then my brother arrived home. It was likely after 9:30 p.m.

I decided to try and use the two crumpled pages, first straightening them out as best I could, and then laying 10 - 12 fish & game magazines on top of them overnight. If when I checked them in the morning, they were still too ridiculously wavy, I would attempt further prints.

At least the pages had printed clearly, and the paper never tore nor got burned.

And so I felt obliged to watch T.V. with my brother ─ actually, I was in the mood for a couple of the cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt I seek to keep in stock; and I also needed to have some supper.

So first I used our Android TV Box to tune in an episode of Chicago PD ─ it was season nine's episode 13 ("Still Water"). This was truly an interesting episode ─ I have no idea how I could have lived with myself had I made the choice that cop Hailey Upton (Tracy Spiridakos) did. Heck, even my brother offered the comment that Tracy was a good actress.

Next I tuned in an episode of 1883 ─ this time it was episode five ("The Fangs of Freedom"). This, too, was a very good episode, but Wikipedia is a little off on its description: "In the ensuing battle, Elsa is saved by Ennis, who in turn is shot and dies. Elsa kills Ennis' shooter."

The battle was between a gang of murderous bandits and the wagon protectors. Elsa was not "saved" by Ennis. He just happened to get killed in a sort of duel with one of the bandits in which they were galloping towards one another, firing their pistols.

The bandit was wounded, but not mortally. He had been hauled to his feet by two of the 'good' cowboys and was being held in a state of arrest when vengeful Elsa came storming and put three slugs into him while the two cowboys just sort of made a flinching withdrawal as the first shot went home, and left the killer to his fate.

I love the series!

By the time the episode was over, it may have been something like 11:50 p.m., so my brother requested "something short". And so I tuned in an episode of Workin' Moms ─ this time we watched season two's finale, episode 13 ("Look Back").

Alas, thereafter I committed the error of tuning in an old rock hit on YouTube, and from there I just let others crop up randomly.

I wanted to rise early in the morning and eventually be away to visit the London Drugs outlet in Whalley at its 9 a.m. opening so that I could get two passport photos taken. I do not drive, so I would be walking; and from there, I would get myself over to Surrey Place (Central City) to make my passport renewal application.

London Drugs is probably at least 1¾ miles away. Consequently, I felt that I would need to be on my way from here as much before 8:30 a.m. as possible.

Well, my brother got so caught up in the old rock hits that he kept pouring himself successive drinks of hard liquor from his stock. And of course, it got later and later.

Finally I saw that he had passed out ─ and it was something like 2:22 a.m.

I turned off the Android TV Box and the T.V., and left him snoring in the dark and quiet living room. Admittedly, I felt a little bad for abandoning him like that, but I cannot moderate his drinking for him.

Thus, it was around 2:30 a.m. that I got to bed, with my cellphone alarm set for 7:30 a.m.

Oh, I did not much feel like getting up when my alarm chimed, but I had to! My passport expires tomorrow, and the day would only be getting hotter.

I decided to risk using the two pages I had printed out ─ they flattened out quite well.

After finishing a strong mug of coffee, it was 8:27 a.m. when I checked the time here at my computer and forthwith set off. My youngest stepson had just recently risen, whereas his older brother had a 6 a.m. shift and was long gone.

I would be surprised if the youngest lad was not affected by the late-night loud music that my brother and I had wallowed in last night. Maybe even the older lad was affected.

Anyway, to my delight, I must have arrived at London Drugs just after they opened their doors, for I figured that I was arriving maybe a minute or so ahead of 9 a.m. ─ maybe I was, and they simply did open a bit early.

Anyway, I got the two photos for something over $18 (including tax). And then it was backtracking nigh a half mile to Surrey Place (Central City).

At the Service Canada passport office, there were three or so people outside the open doors, and a couple of line-ups inside, so I asked one of the outsiders if they were a line of sorts awaiting entry.

To my considerable disappointment, I was informed that I needed to go "upstairs" to another area where I would be given a number and have to await until it was called.

One of the gals on duty upstairs made an attempt to talk me into going to their office in South Surrey, but I explained I was walking. In that case, she said, be prepared to wait as much as 2½ hours!

I was unsure if she meant that the wait right there would be that long, or if this was the overall wait ─ it was to be the latter.

Eventually my number was called, along with maybe 10 or so others, and we all gathered together and were led downstairs to where I had been earlier. I then was allowed into a lineup.

That lineup took considerable time, but I finally got to get to someone who checked over my full application package (the two pages passed muster); and then I was issued another number and directed to go and find myself a place to sit.

The lineup wait I had just left was much shorter than what was ahead. Meantime, I felt my mouth getting a little dry, and I had gotten hungry. I was also curious if my prostate and bladder were going to be cooperative (they were).

Ultimately I endured and was finally summoned to one of the windows manned by employees, and all was well. I paid the $160 fee by debit card ─ cash was not an option.

I had indicated that I wanted my old passport back, so it had two or three holes punched through it to invalidate it, and it was returned to me. And I was free to go home ─ my new passport should show up in the mail in about a month at worst.

I hadn't realized how air-cooled the shopping centre interior was until I got outside ─ the sunshine was actually welcome. And it was something like 11:58 a.m.

I had badly stiffened up from that last wait, so my walk was rather awkward. And I had become so cooled that despite heavy denim shirt and my sleeveless black denim jacket, my body did not begin to generate any heat from the sunny day until I was less than a quarter of a mile from home (Surrey Place is approximately a mile from where I live).

My brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom and some bed rest following some earlier T.V. and coffee; and when he did come forth to leave for the day to again socialize, his eyes looked quite red. I explained a little of my ordeal; and as he left, I cautioned him to "moderate".

Honestly, I felt wiped out ─ it was almost as if I had worked the day. I was certain that I would not be engaging any exercise later ─ I was too stiff and punished. I had myself a meal; and then fairly early into the afternoon I had a needed nap.

I think that it was close to 3:30 p.m. when I got up.

I fixed up my day's second mug of hot coffee, and then soon became busy with blogging. Eventually I did take a break for some light exercise of well over 20 minutes.

Today is a bath day, so that is yet ahead. Tomorrow, I should be back to what is my normal ─ I will retire sensibly this evening so that I can rise at 1:45 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk; and I will likely do some sunning later that afternoon.

I am closing with three photos of my wife that were taken after she left yesterday morning to go and participate in some affair at Burnaby's Thai Buddhist temple or monastery. She left around mid-morning or soon thereafter, and took some food dishes to contribute. Unfortunately, she neglected to return home ─ but that is how it is with us. Her friends have become her life.

 

Foiled

Well, this was nearly a uselessly spent day.

I rose at 4 a.m. this morning, thinking that I would have one of my five-mile+ walks that would include some grocery shopping when a mile from reaching home again. But then I started pondering Tuesday's expiration of my passport, and the need to acquire two photos to submit with the renewal application tomorrow (which is NOT a statutory holiday as I had been believing ─ that is a week away).

I decided that I ought to concentrate on achieving the acquisition of the passport photos.

Then somehow I happened across the claim that Shoppers Drug Mart includes a passport photo service, and there happens to be an outlet four blocks from here. The only other photo service I knew of is a mile away ─ Surrey Place (Central City).

That shopping centre is also the nearest location of where I need to submit my passport renewal application.

Well, if I could get my two photos locally, then all I need concern myself with is applying for the new passport early tomorrow ─ it opens at 8:30 a.m.

So I decided to just get back to bed ─ by then it was well past 6 a.m.

I did at least get some exercise out in the backyard tool shed, first weighing in at no more than 186 pounds clothed precisely as I would be out in the shed.

I managed six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with the same number of repetitions that I had achieved the previous two early a.m.s ─ that is, four and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the next two sets; and finally, two repetitions in the two sets of pull-ups between two bars which are the finish of those exercises.

I do not have an actual chin-up bar to work with, so these are more difficult than what I can manage when I exercise at an elementary school playground. The only reason I performed as many repetitions as I did is because I knew I had managed those totals yesterday, and I was desperate not to fail to meet those numbers.

Anyway, I returned to bed, as said; and my morning officially began around 9:30 a.m. when I correctly believed that I could hear my younger brother watching T.V.

Towards 10 a.m. after I had joined him, he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work. Right around this time, my wife ─ who did not go out last evening as I had suggested she was likely to do ─ took her leave. She had gotten up before I had and had even showered and dressed to go out ─ she was likely taking some fare she had prepared and was going to pay a visit to the Thai Buddhist temple in Burnaby.

As I type these words past 8 p.m., she has yet to return. She most likely has gotten involved with friends thereafter.

The only video of significance that my brother and I watched was 52 minutes, and had been uploaded to Rumble's Broken Truth channel on July 10: The Death of Medicine.

When covid struck, he pulled together for his country to volunteer on the frontlines of New York City. When the vaccine mandates came, he resisted and was terminated from his teaching position.
In this interview with Dr. Richard Amerling, we discuss the death of modern medicine, the failures of public health and everything in between.

My brother apparently had early plans and left for the day around 11:45 a.m., if not a little before.

I had myself a meal comprised of prior cooking by my wife, and then I sought a nap.

I did manage to nail down my two passport renewal references, and have their contact details. But I was unable to brave the hot and sunny day until very late in the afternoon ─ I had absolutely no appetite to be confronting the world on that walk to and back from Shoppers Drug Mart.

Guess what? They can't even remember when they last took any passport photos, and have no idea why their local website still advertises the feature.

So I have no passport photos.

And even though the Service Canada office where I must submit my renewal application tomorrow supposedly opens at 8:30 a.m. ... the passport photo business in the same shopping centre does not open until 10 a.m. In other words, there is no bloody use in trying to get to the Service Canada office early!

I have now learned that a couple or so blocks farther on, a London Drugs outlet that opens at 9 a.m. does perform a photo service, and I have phoned and confirmed that they would be able to serve me right at opening.

So that will be my morning destination. Consequently, I will not need to rise particularly early tomorrow.

Now to fill out that passport renewal application and then get it printed out. And then a little T.V.

Last evening I rather enjoyed an episode of Prodigal Son ─ it was season one's episode 11 ("Alone Time").

Enough blogging for today.

Much Applause for Rob Schneider

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I can not even guess at my bedtime last evening ─ it could have been anywhere from 9:15 - 10 p.m., but I can certainly say that my cellphone alarm was set for 1:45 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

Earlier, I had watched a good episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ the episode was season three's episode 16 ("Shift-Less"). I never watched anything else of consequence.

When my cellphone alarm chimed at 1:45 a.m., I was more awake than asleep, so I had little issue over getting up. And by the time I was outside and on my way, it was 2:14 a.m.

I had weighed myself fully clothed, but sans jacket, and I believe that I was just below 189 pounds.

The night was fairly cool; and there was sufficient light cloud cover overhead that I was never to need to turn on my Titan stun gun / flashlight / baton because the light clouds reflected sufficient illumination.

When I stopped early into my walk at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I managed to best the previous night's performance ─ and that one happened to be one that had topped my recent performances of a number of weeks' standing.

My usual six sets would have me managing repetitions of 4 - 2 - 2 - 2 - 2 - 2.

Two nights ago, I managed 4 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2.

Last night, it was 4 - 3 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2.

I was very pleased with myself, but I know that I will not be maintaining that performance if my clothed weight starts creeping up towards the mid-190s again.

The sole other event worth mention was while I was walking 'up' Quibble Creek Greenway towards 100th Avenue (Google Map) where I would be turning 'right'.

As you look at that map, you can see where Quibble Creek Greenway was angled towards the right and then becomes straight for a stretch before it meets 100th Avenue. Well, I was walking the angled stretch and with the straight portion within sight, when I noticed a canid appear from the right and took to the very beginning of the straight portion, heading on up towards 100th Avenue.

I figured that it had detected me coming its way, and I did not have much doubt that it was a coyote.

Then just as it reached 100th Avenue, it turned left along the sidewalk there, and I got a quick look at it from the side ─ it was carrying something fairly large in its jaws. I assumed either a rabbit (most likely) or even a cat, but possibly even a pup of its own.

I am still inclined to believe that it had a rabbit.

Whatever the case, the coyote was not in sight by the time I got to 100th Avenue and turned right.

Once I was back home, it was 4:14 a.m., so I made good time without any jogging. However, I remained outside and lost maybe 40 minutes watering front yard garden plants.

And it was at least 6:10 a.m. by the time I returned to bed, only to rouse and rise little more than two hours later.

When I joined my younger brother for some morning T.V., I used our Android TV Box to access two videos.

The first was fairly short (36 minutes) and had been added to Dr. Peter McCullough's Substack on July 15: Common Mucosal System and Immunobiotics: Courageous Discourse with Dr. Robert Clancy.

Dr. McCullough links to a download of Dr. Clancy's new published paper, but for anyone who just wants to look at it without downloading it, this link presently works.

I cannot say that I have ever heard of Peyer's patches before, but who knows? I have forgotten a lot since first starting to read health-related information back in the second half of the 1960s.

The second video was very enjoyable despite exceeding 1¾ hours (1:49:49), and was added two days ago to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Full Episode #87: With Rob Schneider & James Thorp, MD.

This Thursday on VSRF LIVE, Superstar comedian and film actor, Rob Schneider joins Steve Kirsch to discuss Covid-19 vaccines and how he worked in Hollywood throughout the mandates system..
Steve will also be joined by James Thorp, MD, Chief of Maternal and Prenatal Health at The Wellness Company. Dr. Thorp is an expert in the treatment of high risk pregnant patients with over 42 years of experience in his field. During the Covid years, Dr. Thorp attended to thousands of high-risk pregnant patients annually, and became deeply concerned about the increase in fetal deaths and miscarriages following the Covid-19 “vaccine” rollout. Join us and ask Dr. Thorp your questions about vaccines and maternal & fetal health!

I had no idea that Rob Schneider was so enlightened! I now have a huge appreciation for the comic actor.

The video took us into the noon hour, at which point my brother sought bed rest. Before I could do similarly, I noticed my wife arriving home ─ she disappeared while I was sunning Thursday afternoon, and was only now returning.

After some token socializing, I then left her so that I could have that needed nap, and was down for longer than I anticipated. My brother had left for the day, and my wife had done an enormous amount of weeding and other gardening ─ including pulling up two plants that I had waited two years to see flowers from.

I have replanted the roots and what little leaf stalks yet remain; and I gathered what separated stalks that I could find in the compost wheelie bin, and now have them in water to see if they will form little roots.

I have no idea what sort of flower these plants would have produced ─ I think that they produce nothing until into their second year, so that is likely not going to happen now. If the root systems survive, then we will likely have to wait until next year.

My wife also 'weeded' other hapless plants that might not have been weeds.

Oh, well; the weeding definitely needed doing. But perhaps not quite so wholesale.

I only sunned for 20 minutes this afternoon, for I did not commence the session until 3:41 p.m.

I weighed myself beforehand while entirely naked, and possibly registered just below 183 pounds. I have not weighed so little in many, many months. Of course, today I am on my Sabbath fast, so I will not be taking in any calories until just after 9 p.m. ─ supposedly sundown hereabouts is now as early as 8:55 p.m.

I am unsure if my wife will be staying home ─ there are indications that she may light out at some point this evening.

I have no early a.m. walk planned, but I do intend to rise at 4 a.m. and try to get away well before 6 a.m. on a five-mile+ walk that will see me doing some grocery shopping when I am a mile or so from home during the return leg of the outing.

As well, in lieu of any afternoon sunning tomorrow, I intend to see about getting a couple of passport photos taken ─ I want to get out on Tuesday and renew my passport, for it expires that day. Monday is a statutory holiday, so no government offices will be open.

I will require two references on the renewal application, and have already solicited one willing candidate. The other one I have in mind is probably going to be agreeable as well.

Enough blogging for today.

Noisy Coyote

Perhaps it was as late as 9:30 p.m. before I managed to put myself to bed last evening. My cellphone alarm was set for 1:45 a.m., and when it finally chimed, it actually roused me from some sleep.

By the time I had readied and left for my five-mile+ walk, it was 2:17 a.m. The night was pleasantly cool, and I was to find myself with 'legs' ─ I was not as listless as I had been two and three nights back.

I had weighed myself fully clothed but sans jacket, and was just marginally over 190 pounds.

To my considerable annoyance, when I got to the elementary school playground where I get some upper body exercising, I could hear what seemed to be a female voice talking there very lowly, but I was unable to see anyone in the dark.

There is a second playground for smaller kids on the opposite side of the school, so I had to backtrack over to there and figure out how best to be able to perform the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I tackle at the playground denied me.

Once I got that worked out, I was pleased to be able to match the previous night's totals: four and two pull-ups respectively in the first two sets; then three and two chin-ups in the next two sets; and finally two pull-ups between a pair of stationary rings in each of the final two sets. I also held the very final pull-up in highest elevation for a 12-count.

Then I did eight slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a ramp.

I always remove my gold wedding band for the exercises because it is in the way of sustained gripping, progressively causing more and more pain to the ring finger.

Well, as I was about to place it back onto my finger after fishing it our of my pocket, I dropped it onto the sawdust throughout the playground. I could not detect it when I used my cellphone's light, so I dug out my new Titan stun gun / flashlight / baton.

I had stupidly left the power button on for 24 hours. Apparently even though the flashlight was not shining, it seems that the batteries steadily drain. 

Nothing worked ─ not the flashlight nor the stun gun feature. All I had was a baton.

So I had to resort again to my cellphone and make a painstakingly slow search for my gold ring on the yellowish sawdust.

I did find it, but all told with having to abandon the usual playground and seek this one out, I figured that I must have lost close to 10 minutes.

It was likely good that I did not have the flashlight function thereafter, for I would have travelled up Quibble Creek Greenway to access 100th Avenue (Google Map). The Greenway is an unlit walkway approximately a lane in width, so at night one never knows just what lies ahead ─ sometimes there is a skunk up near 100th Avenue, for example. But homeless and other people also sometimes haunt the Greenway.

Without a flashlight, I felt it best to ascend 138-A street to the left of the Greenway if you refer to that Google Map. After I was proceeding along 100th Avenue, I could hear low voices and rustling in the brush alongside the Greenway ─ I would have come into immediate proximity to whomever were there had I used the Greenway.

I had an interesting experience further along as I walked 100th Avenue. After I crossed 140th Street on my way to 148th Street, I soon heard in the distance what sounded like a large dog barking aggressively, and the attendant higher yapping that is distinctive of coyotes.

The coyote yapping would stop, and then resume. It began to seem like it was a solitary animal.

I thought that it was likely coming from the area of Green Timbers Lake, but as I progressed, I realized that it was very much nearer to the avenue, and well before Green Timbers Access (Google Map), the area where vehicles can park so that folks can hike to the lake or trek the various trails.

But not in the deep dark of night, obviously.

Since the animal seemed very near to 100th Avenue, I opted to cross to the opposite side. The sidewalk shown on the map that commences from the mouth of 144th Street is removed from the avenue, so a certain amount of bush separates the two.

The coyote sounded like it must have been practically next to 100th Avenue, and went silent when I approached the area along 100th Avenue and opposite from the animal. And after I had progressed beyond, it resumed its yapping.

I walked quite some distance before eventually crossing back over 100th Avenue, for I would be turning right along 148th Street.

I have no idea what was going on with the coyote.

Much later as I was walking along Fraser Highway ─ roughly between 140th Street & Quibble Creek Greenway ─ some hooded character on a bicycle coming my way pulled up and in a very low voice said something about "... for ten bucks."

I concluded that he must have been flogging some sort of street drug, so I just said, "No, I don't do that stuff. I'm a drinker." And I never slowed my step, let alone stopped to engage the guy.

Anyway, it was 4:24 a.m. by the time I was back home, so I must have been keeping a very good pace overall, for I would not have been surprised if it was after 4:30 a.m. as a result of the playground fiasco.

I did not get back to bed until possibly as much as 5:45 a.m., and then later rose around 8:30 a.m.

After I joined my younger brother for some morning T.V. and just after 9 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's near one-hour production from yesterday: Interview With Alan Brough About Scalar Energy Healing. A Must Watch!

The video is also at this Rumble link.

Refer to the video for its description ─ it is far too lengthy for me to care to reproduce it here.

This is the website of the Energy Enhancement System; and this is the website for the Canadian Health Alliance.

I will just say that there is no way that I can afford $60 for an hour-long session on even a weekly basis if I did not know that the results would be immediately recognizable and tantamount to miraculous. I do not have that sort of disposable income.

We also watched Christopher James Pritchard's latest from yesterday: Great RCMP Officer Attacked - Wake Up!

The former RCMP member referred to is evidently Bill Majcher.

Following that second video, no later than 11:50 a.m. my brother was already heading away for the day to socialize ─ he just can't seem to intake sufficient beer with various drinking buddies.

I had a substantial first meal of the day, cleaning up a dish of my wife's cooking from two days ago, and then I had a nap. And at maybe 2:57 p.m., I commenced around 88 minutes of backyard sunning.

Speaking of my wife, she lit out yesterday afternoon while I was sunning, and has yet to return.

I will be commencing a Sabbath fast at sundown that will last until after sundown tomorrow, so I must get some supper into me. There will be another walk overnight, but this time I have a fully charged Titan!

Show of Force

Perhaps it was between 8:40 - 8:50 p.m. while I was watching some T.V. yesterday that I noticed my younger brother arriving unexpectedly, so I had to shut everything down and hustle upstairs to my bedroom.

My wife had just begun a shower, so I was unable to let her know that I was going to bed to avoid my brother, for I was going to be getting up at 1:45 a.m. to start readying for a five+-mile walk. This left me feeling uneasy, leaving her to have to deal with him alone (both of her sons were absent).

Perhaps he was not ridiculously drunk ─ it did not sound like it a while later when she was to come downstairs and greet him as he watched T.V. in the living room.

A point arrived in the night when I suspected that I had heard a morning bird chirp ─ had my cellphone alarm failed me?

A quick check of the lower right corner of my computer initially made me think that it was past 7 a.m., but then I realized that I was looking at the date. The time just above it was 1:19 a.m.

I made to try for a little more sleep or at least some rest, but then it occurred to me that the time was better spent allowing me even more leisure to ready for my walk.

Bloody Hell, it was to be 2:19 a.m. before I was on my way ─ a full hour later! I am so adept at wasting time.

It was pleasantly cool outside, and there was extensive very thin cloud cover. I had weighed myself fully clothed, sans jacket, and did not quite seem to be at 191 pounds. So when early into my walk I stopped at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I knew what sort of weight I was hauling on my 73-year-old frame.

I felt better rested than I usually do ─ perhaps that was why I finally added a single repetition above my usual performance total. I had the usual four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; but I was able to manage three chin-ups in the third set, followed by two further chin-ups in the next set. And I closed with the usual two pull-ups in the two sets done with a pair of gymnastics-style rings, holding the very final pull-up at highest elevation for a 12-count.

I then did eight slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

As for the walk, there was nothing worth reporting, apart from hearing one or two distant barred owls. I did not push my pace, and was back home by 4:24 a.m.

My return to bed was around 5:30 a.m., and my true morning began somewhere around 8:15 - 8:20 a.m.

I was surprised that my wife got up soon after I had gone downstairs for coffee and to watch some T.V. with my brother. She asked me if I could possibly give her as much as $40 so that she could go and do some shopping at either T&T Asian Supermarket or Hennlong Market.

I had exactly $40 in cash upstairs, so I went to fetch it; but I remembered that I had possibly $300 that her youngest son had given me while she was overseas after he had sold some probable Room Coffee for her in absentia ─ she tries to make some extra money by selling some of The iCon Group's products.

So I grabbed a $50 bill from that stash, brought it to her, and reminded her what it was. Suddenly memory dawned ─ she remembered that there was something like $200, which is an underestimate.

She excitedly asked for it all, so I obliging fetched $200, secretly retaining at least a further $50. And off she went.

The poor girl was to blow well over half of the money at the market ─ purchases which I expect are intended for the household, so it was quite selfless of her.

Anyway, as for T.V., just after mid-morning when my brother invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I opened with a 47-minute documentary uploaded to YouTube's Real Stories channel back on August 23, 2015: Brain Man: The Boy With The Incredible Brain | Real Stories Full-Length Documentary.

An extraordinary documentary on the brainpower of Daniel T, the young Englishman who could be the world’s greatest mental athlete. Daniel is not just a calculating wizard, but also a memory champion and super linguist.

He speaks nine languages. Daniel, the oldest of seven children, has been able to do amazing calculations after an epileptic fit when he was 3 years old. He was even able to remember over 22,000 numbers in a public display of his ability. But how does he do it? Leading scientists explore the extraordinary world of this real-life Rainman. Daniel’s psychological make-up is explored by Cambridge University autism expert Professor Simon Baron Cohen who delves into his childhood experiences in an effort to explain his remarkable abilities. In America Daniel meets other extraordinary people like himself, known as “savants” -- including Kim Peek, whose story was the basis of the movie “Rainman”. Brain scientists at the Salk Institute in San Diego, including Professor V S Ramachandra, are astounded at his skills and discover the key to Daniel’s ability is his visual imagery which his brain “sees” when he hears a number, this condition is known as synaesthesia. To show it’s not just numbers Daniel can remember -- he also learns one of the world’s hardest languages, Icelandic, in just one week -- and gets interviewed on Icelandic TV after only 7 days of learning to speak it.

The documentary was much better than I was expecting it might be ─ and the man's full name is Daniel Tammet. Or at least, that is how he is known ─ see Wikipedia for his birth name. I am glad that my brother and I were not to learn in the documentary that the guy is Gay.

Then came an hour-long (1:02:52) addition of yesterday to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: Uncensored: Pastor Artur Pawlowski - 10 Years Imprisonment for "ECO-Terrorism!" WARNING To All!

Pastor Arthur Pawlowski has been persecuted since the start of COVID for refusing to waiver on his religious freedoms, and those of his flock. After tremendous persecution including imprisonment, solitary confinement, kidnapping and attempted murder, Pastor Pawlowski is now facing 10 years in prison for the first "eco-terrorism" charge in history - and his story comes with a warning for all.

Support Pastor Pawlowski here: https://www.streetchurch.ca/

Next I believe that I tuned in an episode of Chicago Fire ─ this was season 10's episode 12 ("Show of Force").

That was followed by an 18-minute addition last December 1 to Rumble's The Why Files channel: Proof of Reincarnation | Dorothy Eady: Ancient Egyptian Priestess Reborn.

3-year old Dorothy was playing, then accidentally fell down a flight of stairs. She hit her head and was knocked unconscious. When her parents found her, she wasn't breathing.

They called a doctor who rushed over immediately. Dorothy's mother broke down when the doctor said there was nothing he could do. Her little girl was dead.

The doctor left and returned an hour later with Dorothy's death certificate and gently discussed arrangements for the little girl's body.

But during this conversation, shuffling was heard coming from Dorothy's room. They ran upstairs and there she was, playing in her room like nothing happened.

The doctor examined her again. There was no sign of injury.

He had no explanation. He said it appeared as if Dorothy had come back from the dead.

He didn't realize how right he was.

Definitely interesting stuff, but I do not subscribe to reincarnation.

We ended our viewing with a women's MMA match on YouTube.

My brother then sought some bed rest. I had some of my wife's cooking as my first meal of the day, and was to my bed in pursuit of a nap when my brother left afoot to rendezvous by bus at a pub with one or more of his drinking buddies.

The afternoon was sunny, so at 2:44 a.m. I commenced 86 minutes of sunning in the backyard. Meantime, my wife apparently left for somewhere, and is still away as I type these words after 7 p.m.

I must make a phone call during which I will be soliciting Sandy W. as a reference for my passport renewal ─ I shall need one other reference. My passport expires August 1.

I have another walk planned for the wee a.m., so I will need to have a supper and be to bed before my brother returns.

Mark Groubert: From Operation Paperclip to JFK to Corona

Following some women's MMA action via YouTube last evening, I think that I was to bed around 9:15 - 9:30 p.m., with my cellphone set for 1:45 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile walk. I even took a 10-mg tablet of melatonin.

Could that have been a mistake?

When my cellphone alarm chimed, I was not fully sleeping, but I was not enthusiastic about getting up. Nor did it help that both of my stepsons were still up.

I want no one privy to my walks.

I readied behind my closed bedroom door, and was annoyed when I heard my youngest stepson appropriate the bathroom for a late-night shower. Not only was I going to be unable to weigh myself fully clothed to see how much weight I was dealing with when early into my walk I stopped at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I was going to have to empty my bladder in the alleyway beside our house.

The night was fairly cool, and there were only stretches of thin cloud about. Our sunny weather is going to be making a return after some rain the past two days.

I had my usual performance at the pull-ups and chin-ups ─ four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; then two chin-ups in each of the next two sets; and finally two more pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings in each of the final two sets, with the very last of the pull-ups held at highest elevation for a 12-count.

I also performed eight slow full-range push-ups while declined on a cement ramp.

As for the walk, I found myself unusually listless ─ I had no 'legs' whatsoever. Was it the melatonin? There came a point maybe 1½ miles from home where it occurred to me that I would have loved to just lie down ─ it even seemed possible that I could lapse into a nap.

It had been no later than 2:12 a.m. when I had set off; and I think that it was possibly 4:22 a.m. once I was back home.

I had exercised earlier without a jacket, so that is how I weighed myself: barely over 190 pounds. I was very hungry ─ might the lassitude have been due to inadequate calories as well? Whatever the case, I ate nothing, and was probably back to bed no later than 5:30 a.m. at most.

It was at that point that I heard my wife stirring in the bedroom next to the one I sleep in, and she apparently exited it and went downstairs. I had not heard a thing from her since early the previous evening when I believed that she must have sought a nap. I had been exercising in my brother's bedroom at the time, so I gradually became unsure if she was napping or had gone out with someone.

I still don't know. Her car was here the whole time. Could she have been that sleepy?

Anyway, my morning today began towards 8:30 a.m.

When I joined my younger brother for some mid-morning T.V. and he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I led things off with a very interesting 1½-hour (1:38:51) video added three days ago to Rumble's ICIC.LAW channel: From Operation Paperclip to JFK to Corona.

In this episode of ICIC, Fr. Reiner Fuellmich conducts an in-depth conversation with Mark Groubert, investigative Hollywood screenwriter, whose main subjects are the traumatic events surrounding the assassination of the Kennedy brothers. However, Groubert also takes an in-depth look at other topics that are obscure to people, such as the so-called "Operation Paperclip" from recent history.

According to the official version, scientists and technicians were recruited via this American secret operation after the defeat of Nazi Germany in order to acquire their knowledge and projects. Regarding Groubert's research, high-ranking Nazi functionaries, war criminals and physicians were also taken out of the country to continue and deepen their experiments, including Mind Control, in the USA. He debunks the myths about the alleged "good scientists" and describes their experimental work, which also cost many lives in the USA.

He reports on connections between "Operation Paperclip" and the JFK assassination, names well-known names and the connections of these people to each other, which can no longer be called coincidental.

Groubert explains what the lesser known "Operation Dragon Return" was all about, what role the Soviet Union played in it, and how Nazi influence on U.S. foreign policy began at Camp King. Especially explosive is the information about the beginnings of the MK-Ultra program there, how great was the influence of Nazi philosophy on the U.S. government, and how it helped certain Nazi officials escape the Nuremberg trials.

Were both the Republican Party and the Democratic Party infiltrated by right and left wings at that time?
Has a Cold War between ex-Nazi ideologues and ex-Soviets been taking place since 1940, which has visibly extended to the Ukraine conflict as a proxy war with hundreds of thousands of victims again?

In this spectacular interview, Groubert elaborates on how deep the social and political entanglements are, what crimes against humanity are still hidden, and how many people and situations still need to be connected in order to gradually obtain a clear overview of world events past and present.

There are too many historical links between the past and today that need to be revealed. Uncovering these hidden stories is immensely important for our socio-political life and our society, which we can change and improve by doing so.

Honestly, it was very interesting!

The only other show we watched was an episode of the American Ghosts ─ this time it was season one's episode 17 ("Attic Girl").

My wife took off while my brother was having some bed rest, and then he left for the day. I of course required an early afternoon nap, so I acquired that. My wife returned soon after I had risen, and she has remained home to this point in the early evening.

It is rather nice having her cooking after six months fending for myself, primarily.

I have another early a.m. walk scheduled for tonight, so I must not sit up late. I still need a bath ─ today is bath day (I have one every four days). Perhaps tomorrow afternoon I will do some sunning ─ I have skipped three consecutive days, if not four!

Canada's Political Prisoners

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Last evening, following an episode of The Rookie ─ this one was season five's episode 12 ("Death Notice") ─ and a women's MMA match from YouTube, I failed to exercise probity. I wasn't to bed much after 9:45 p.m., but the morale damage and physical wear were done.

I still rose to my 1:45 a.m. alarm to begin readying for my five-mile walk, but I did not sleep well, and something more felt off. And to my considerable surprise, when I cautiously opened my bedroom door, my younger brother was still downstairs and only then just turning off the T.V.

He must surely have passed out at some point, and was likely also into his supply of hard liquor. Evidently my eldest stepson was also up, for after my brother shut himself up in his bedroom, my stepson availed himself of the dining table to watch videos on his smartphone, tablet, or laptop.

As far as I know, I managed to get away unnoticed no later than 2:16 a.m., and had weighed a disappointing 194 pounds with my jacket on.

The street had mainly dried from earlier rain; and in fact, despite wispy stretches of cloud, there was more clear sky than not.

However, when I got to the elementary school playground early into my walk for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I had to wipe the rain off the bar I would be using for the exercises. I removed my jacket, so that likely lightened me by at least a pound. I was to achieve my norm ─ four pull-ups in the first set, and two repetitions in each of the others. The very last pull-up was held at highest elevation for a 12-count.

There was something definitely amiss with me, though. When I had risen from bed, my left ear kept reacting negatively, as if I was developing an inner ear infection. And of course, I felt underslept.

Note that I was carrying my new Titan stun gun baton flashlight in an unzipped nylon gym-style bag ─ this proved to be perfectly suitable. I easily withdrew it the very few times that I felt the need to light my way, so hence I shall always carry it in that fashion.

For several years, my left foot / lower leg has a lame quality whereby after a short time walking in certain footwear, it becomes increasingly difficult to rise up onto the ball of the foot in the act of walking. The point arrives where I ultimately cannot make that rise, and I am forced to limp flatfooted.

So last night I never pushed myself, thereby delaying the full onset of that state, and I was likely able to disguise any lameness to a random observer.

I do not know what I can do about this recurrent condition. New boots, maybe? Mine are all likely 15 - 20 years old; and I have no running shoes or joggers.

By the time I was back home without other incident at 4:24 a.m., the sky had largely clouded over.

I was back to bed by maybe 5:15 a.m., and my morning was to begin around three hours later.

It did rain later in the morning and early- or mid-afternoon.

When my younger brother and I got together mid-morning for some T.V. via our Android TV Box, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's very interesting hour-long (1:03:33) addition yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canada's Political Prisoners? The Coutts 4 Urgent Updates. Facts Vs Propaganda.

Interview- 4 men who have not been found guilty of a crime yet have spent a year and a half in solitary confinement with no trial, no bail, no nothing. Real criminals that have committed crimes like shooting policemen who are awaiting trial are out on bail in Canada. The sad state of Canada is reflected in what many call The Coutts 4 being "Political Prisoners" and pawns in a political game , because they were protesting the tyrannicaI mandates. I interview Jason Lavigne whom is a paralegal and podcaster and expert on this case. This episode is important. Jason also gives a NEW update about Jeremy Mackenzie's case. Charges are being dropped!

Her home website Librti.com was offline when I tried to access it, so I had no choice but to use Rumble.

Incidentally, here is Jason's Rumble account: JasonLavigneMP.

We were also to watch a video just slightly longer (1:08:47) that had been added three days ago to BitChute's Mercola channel: A Doorway to Freedom From the Global Cabal’s Tyrannical Takeover - Interview With Dr. Meryl Nass.

In this video, I interview repeat guest Dr. Meryl Nass, who has a monthly podcast with journalist James Corbett on Children's Health Defense (CHD) TV. Their show is focused on the implementation of the World Health Organization’s efforts to install global tyranny with respect to health and global governance.

The World Health Organization is laying the foundation to take control over all aspects of everyone’s lives, across the world, under the auspice of “biosecurity”.

A new organization called Door to Freedom is being set up as a one-stop shop where everyone can learn what the plan is and what we can do to stop it. Door to Freedom also hopes to align freedom organizations around the world to act in concert to get the word out more widely.

The global cabal that is trying to seize control over the world have access to loads of capital, but they’re also using our tax dollars. The U.S. government has spent some $5 trillion on the pandemic response. Much of that money went to bribe media, hospitals, influencers, churches, medical groups and other social organizations to push the official narrative.

Current laws give immunity to a lot of bad actors, including the Federal Reserve, the Bank of International Settlements, everybody who works for the WHO and the UN, federal government employees as well as many private organizations. Vaccines and their manufacturers are also indemnified.

We need to pass new laws that eliminate all of these indemnifications, so that we can retroactively take them to court for the crimes they’ve committed.

We finished up with an episode of Barry ─ we have now watched season three's episode seven ("candy asses").

At its conclusion, my brother went on up to his bedroom for some rest; then very soon thereafter, I noticed an unfamiliar car backing into the driveway.

Someone had brought home my wife and quite a load of her baggage ─ just this past Saturday, she returned to Canada one day short of a full six months since her flight overseas, and now she was finally showing up here.

I had declined too much to feel up to engaging her, so I turned off the Android TV Box and the T.V. and hustled up to my bedroom for a nap. My wife's eldest son was home and still in his bed, whereas the younger lad had just nipped out ahead of her homecoming, and would likely be back anon.

I probably managed 2 - 2½ hours in bed ─ I needed it!

My wife was busily engaged with her two sons in the boys' den area (my brother had already left for the day to socialize). So I briefly joined them, and she gave me what I expect was likely a boxed 750-ml bottle of Hong Thong (a Thai whiskey).

And so she is home at last!

Right now it is just approaching 7:45 p.m., and she has been napping for some time. I still intend to have an early a.m. walk, so I will be getting to bed reasonably early into the evening, but I will have to be on the watch for my brother ─ I must not become involved with him.

My wife and I have separate bedrooms, so we will not be disturbing one another's sleep.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ 1884 Article: Hot Weather

Last evening, after drinking two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in stock, it might have been as much as 9:15 p.m when I got on my way to do some grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore ─ a 5.625-mile round trip hike.

I utterly hated the early leg of the walk ─ I feel like I am resident in South Asia, for the sidewalks were populated by singles, pairs, trios, and even larger groupings of these immigrants, none of them conversing among themselves or on their cellphones in English.

And so many seemed to regard me as the intruder ─ I want so damned badly to be far, far away from Surrey.

I am not inclined to make such an evening venture again.

Unfortunately, the primary item I went shopping for was not in stock ─ the litre-sized cartons of Dairyland whipping cream that I use to cream my coffees. But at least I got everything else I looked for.

I felt drunk throughout the hike, and found myself very depleted midway through the homeward trek. The malt had been my supper, although later before bed I did indulge in two raw large brown eggs and a hunk of extra old cheddar cheese.

My brother was still watching T.V. when I got back ─ I am sure that it was likely a little after 11:30 p.m.

Once I had dressed down, I joined him with another can of malt in my hand, but I held back on opening it. I wanted to see if he was going to invite me to put our Android TV Box into action to tune in one of our shows.

He did not. In fact, at 12:10 a.m. he announced that he was calling it a night and going to bed.

I did not remain up too very much longer. The malt remained unopened.

This morning I believed myself to be getting up shortly after 7 a.m. ─ maybe 7:15 - 7:20 a.m. Once up, I noticed that it was actually an hour earlier. Nevertheless, I remained up.

I nurtured some hope that my brother would rise sufficiently early that we might manage to watch at least a couple of potentially good videos. He always tunes in three different Canadian news channels that he bounces around among while avoiding as many commercial breaks as he can.

Generally I join him in the vicinity of 9 a.m. This morning, he got up about an hour after I did, so I joined him around 8:15 a.m.

But no invitation to put our Android TV Box into action forthcame. Instead, I was subjected to idiot 'talking head' after idiot 'talking head', while banal tripe and drivel masquerading as news was paraded.

I finally got so irritated at him that I betook myself from the living room and returned to my bedroom. He is supposed to be enlightened as to what is and has been happening in our world these past 3½ years ─ why he remains so damned attendant to mainstream news actually disgusts me.

I knew that he would be leaving to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I almost opted to just return to bed and let him have his fill of the frivolous news shows (he has no idea how to operate the Android TV Box).

But then I struck upon the notion of taking advantage of the overcast sky and the light rain that we had been enjoying, and make the four-block hike to the nearby No Frills store for the whipping cream and a few other things.

So that I did.

How strange to be out walking in a rain ─ it has been so very long!

And so I finally got my cream. By the time I was back, it was close to the time for him to leave to pick up Bev, so I waited until he had gone and then took control of the T.V.

He was back around 10:20 a.m., and by then I had a superb nearly 11-minute video set up on YouTube's GBNews channel: Neil Oliver: Weather maps are among the most blatant forms of fearmongering deployed so far.

Neil Oliver says weather maps are another example of fearmongering being exerted on the population.

I took the effort yesterday to track down the 1884 edition of Gaillard's medical journal that Neil quoted some past weather events from ─ the "Climate Experts" of today are lying to us all, for extreme heat has always be a cyclical feature of our planet's weather.

Here is the actual article:

You can find the article for yourself on page 473 of the journal at this Internet Archive link.

The next and last video I tuned in was nearly 1½ hours (1:27:05) and had been uploaded to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel yesterday: The Binding.

Aussie Max Igan tends to ramble far too broadly in his videos to allow of an easy description, so I am not going to attempt one.

My brother and I finished up with an episode of My Family ─ this time, series two's episode three ("Parisian Beauty").

Due to last evening's shopping expedition, I had to bow out of a YouTube women's MMA match that I was watching on T.V. via our Android TV Box. I will have to finish watching the match this evening.

Prior to that match I had watched an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ I see that the fifth season is to be the last of them and I have now watched its episode five ("Welcome to Paradise, Now Die!").

As for another matter, my wife has now been back in Canada as of this past Saturday ─ probably the evening; but she has yet to show up here. I have no idea if either of her sons has visited her. She had been gone since the early evening of January 23, I believe ─ thus, she was away just one day short of six full months.

At least she has not yet pillaged my chequing account ─ that is my primary concern.

I will be getting up at 1:45 a.m. tonight to ready for a five-mile walk, so I shall not be sitting up late this evening. And should my brother show up from his daily socializing before I have yet retired for some sleep, that will be my cue to hightail it to my bedroom in order to avoid becoming entangled with him.

We have gotten quite a lot of rain this day ─ early into my evening, it is still raining. I hope that I am not in for a two-hour drenching overnight!

A Misfile

I have little time for this post, for I want to get out this evening for a long grocery shopping expedition afoot. I went nowhere this morning.

Although I was to bed last evening by 10 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m., I slept abominably. I suspect that the two pieces of pizza my youngest stepson had earlier given me, and which comprised the opening dish of the fare comprising my late supper that broke my Sabbath fast, were primarily responsible. They seemed especially salty.

I had watched a very interesting women's MMA match on YouTube whilst eating.

The video was essentially 20 minutes: FULL FIGHT | Sunna Davíðsdóttir and Mallory Martin battle it out for FOTN | Invicta FC 22.

Invicta FC 22: Sunna Davíðsdóttir vs Mallory Martin. March 25, 2017. Kansas City.

I was unfamiliar with either fighter, but I was intrigued by Iceland's Sunna, so I was backing her.

The fight went all three five-minute rounds, and I would probably have given Sunna one definite round, and Mallory another. But the final round was amazing. Mallory seemed to me to be wearing Sunna down, whereas Mallory just could not seem to be stopped ─ she kept pushing ahead.

Honestly, when the bout was over, I fully expected Mallory would be accorded the win. How it was that all three judges accorded the decision to Sunna mystifies me, although as seems to happen, there must have been a professional wrestling referee on loan as a judge, for he gave all three rounds to Sunna.

As I said, I was rooting for Sunna, but even I would not have declared her to have won all three rounds. And in fact, I expected that Mallory was going to be named the victor.

Anyway, I did get up at 4 a.m. overnight, still fully intending the planned five-mile walk and shopping hike. However, my eldest stepson had a third consecutive day of 12-hour shifts set up with a 6 a.m. start, so he was to rise and become something of an obstacle.

As well, I felt obligated to water the front yard garden plants, not having done so since early Wednesday a.m.

So I did that; and I even had some backyard tool shed exercises. But I just ran out of time ─ I wanted to be away by 6 a.m. at very latest, and I failed by a wide margin. So I abandoned the walk ─ the day had become too sunny and busy.

I did return to bed for some further sleep, but it was hardly restorative.

By the way, my eldest stepson in departing said that his mother did indeed arrive home last evening after being away for one day shy of six months ... but she just did not bother coming 'home' to us. He said she might do so this evening. We shall see.

As for morning T.V. with my brother, we watched a very interesting 1½-hour (1:32:19) interview added two days ago to Rumble's FlatEarther46 channel: Dr. Northrup, Dr. Lee Merritt & Dr. Reiner Fuellmich.

Source: https://video.icic.law/w/6QGniPnTjWzLMQck5xXCsq
Three giants, three legends who work and strive for the greater good and TRUTH ON THIS PLANET. In this conversation you will get to catch up on their life's work, the truth of the destruction and genocide of the leptards who run this planet and their failings. Come settle in and listen to the news of people, doctors who dedicated their lives for YOU on YOUR planet to ensure that YOU will have your FREEDOM.

We ended our viewing with an episode of My Family. The episode proved to be one that was misfiled, so we have jumped the cue, so to speak. Consequently, I am not going to say further about it.

I never bothered sunning this afternoon because this has been a bath day.

And now I must rest up before embarking upon that outing ─ I would like to have a couple cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I have in stock before I leave.

Adaptation

It was later than I wanted by the time I got to bed last evening ─ my cellphone alarm was set for 1:45 a.m., and I was allowing myself at best a mere four hours of bed time.

When it came time to get up and ready for my five-mile walk, I was nothing like eager, but it was to be my first outing with my Titan stun gun baton & flashlight. It was annoying to rise and discover that my youngest stepson was occupying the bathroom, having a late shower. I ensured that I went downstairs and used a toilet located directly below the bathroom ─ hopefully the flush had some adverse impact for the young idiot.

I did not manage to get away until 2:16 a.m., and I again had on a sleeveless hoodie and sleeveless black denim jacket.

By the time I arrived at the elementary school playground early into my walk where I tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I lacked enthusiasm, but nevertheless I was able to hit my norm in repetitions ─ four in the first set, and two repetitions in each of the remaining five sets. The very last pull-up was held at highest elevation for a 10-count that is more like a 12-count.

I am starting to feel the strain of performing these six sets on a daily basis, for clothed as I was, I weighed perhaps 193 pounds at my age of 73. It is not as if I have a diet rich in protein ─ I cannot afford such a diet.

Also, I am presently on my weekly Sabbath fast that commences just ahead of sunset Friday evening and is not supposed to end until after sunset this evening. I made an online check and have found that officially hereabouts, sunset is supposedly at 9:04 p.m.

I tend to break my fast sooner than I otherwise would or should because I do not want to be caught sitting up when my younger brother returns home from his daily socializing ─ I can spare him no time, not when I have to be getting up at 1:45 a.m.

I felt tired last night on my walk. I had intended to water the front yard garden plants after I was back home, but I had no spirit to be doing so. Besides, I correctly suspected that my eldest stepson might have to be getting up soon if he had a 12-hour day shift beginning at 6 a.m., and the hose has to be run right past the side of the house where he sleeps.

I am going to have to figure out some other method of bearing the Titan. It is far too obvious to just be walking around with in one's hand. Yes, it has a clasp for hooking onto a belt loop, I expect; but that is a terrible place to have the Titan if one suddenly found a threatening situation unfolding. Even trying to fumble with the clasp here in a lit room was a bother ─ it took far too frustratingly long for me to get the flashlight free. Out in the night, I doubt that it could be managed in time to be used for defence.

There should have been a sheath or scaffold for the Titan ─ or even a harness slung across the shoulder.

Just walking with the Titan in hand for five miles (plus) presents too much of a spectacle. I am not trying to frighten innocent people; nor have I an interest in attracting the notice of a passing police cruiser.

Perhaps I will simply carry it in an open nylon tote bag. No one is going to feel threatened at the sight of that in my hand, and it looks innocent; but unzipped, at the first sign of a threat I can quickly have the Titan to hand for deployment.

I won't be giving that a try tomorrow morning, however, for I will not be getting up until 4 a.m. ─ Sunday mornings are for some grocery shopping, so I will not even be carrying the Titan when I leave home between 5:45 - 6 a.m. 

And by then it is already daylit at this time of year. I will have to rely upon the sheathed dagger I have on my hip.

Anyway, as I said, I was so listless last night that it was something like 4:22 a.m. before I was back home. Yet I did not get back to bed until nigh 6:15 a.m. due to some involved E-mail correspondence.

When later I checked the time, it was something like 9:22 a.m., and still I felt badly underslept. It took me a while before I was able to get up. By then, I heard my brother leave the house ─ he picks up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. five days a week to drive her to work, even though she lives two miles away ... but only about four or five blocks from where he is employed.

However, that is his choice.

After he was back near 10:20 a.m., I had the T.V. and our Android TV Box on, and a video all set to play ─ a 1¾-hour (1:44:13) addition two days ago to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Full Episode #86: Liberty v. the Biomedical Security State.

Join us this Thursday on VSRF Live for a crucial episode as bioethics expert, Dr. Aaron Kheriaty, and Steve Kirsch examine the intricate dynamics of the Deep State’s weaponization of biosecurity against our personal autonomy, families, communities, and traditions. In addition, we will be joined by Dr. Heather Gessling of The Wellness Company — here to answer your questions about achieving and maintaining good health, and to address your concerns about the adverse effects of the Covid-19 injections.

They truly need to update their video descriptions ─ Dr. Heather Gessling was unable to appear.

There was only time for a sitcom after that, so I played an episode of England's W1A ─ this episode was the third of series two.

My brother had some bed rest before he left for the day, and I was again involved in E-mail correspondence by the time he emerged from his room and drove off. Then when I had my nap, I did not expect to rouse and find that it was already just past 3 p.m. ─ I wanted to do some backyard sunning.

I didn't much feel like it, but at 3:08 p.m. I commenced a 63-minute session, during which I managed to likely kill one common green bottle fly, and another was sent off unable to do more than fly for three or so inches at best. I have no idea what befell it ─ it kept working its way farther from me.

My desire is for hunting wasps to come across these flies and make use of them to feed the young back at the wasp nest ─ my contribution to these predators.

Finally, I wish to mention that my wife did not show up yesterday ─ I was of the impression that her flight from Bangkok was to be on the 21st. I have not spoken with either of her sons about it ─ perhaps she is due back this evening.

If so, then it will have been exactly one day less than a full six months since she left on her flight from YVR to go overseas (first to visit a sister of hers who lives in Rome, Italy).

My early evening is upon me, so I am doing to end this post here.

Armed With a Stun Gun Flashlight Once More

It is already approaching 8:30 p.m., so I must be brief ─ I plan an early a.m. hike that will require me to rise at 1:45 a.m. to prepare. At least my Titan Flashlight Stun Baton has arrived, so I now have that for some additional protection.

Provided the link to a decade-old YouTube video still works, you can see the device here.

Anyway, I had an early a.m. walk last night, but I am going to feel a lot more confident tonight!

I have been busily engaged with E-mail correspondence with descendants of a brother of my father's first wife, so I have had little time for much else by way of 'leisure'. We are finding out so very much about our shared relative ─ the little girl that my father and his then-wife gave birth to.

The lass died shortly after her fourth birthday, and thus only lived from late 1941 to early 1945, but she is my paternal half-sister, as well as a full first cousin to the people I have been corresponding with.

I also sunned this afternoon for 72 minutes (minimally), and then spent time finally scouring out the bathtub ─ my wife is supposed to be arriving back in Canada this evening after having been away for almost a full half year.

Enough ─ I must have a quick bit of supper and be set to get to bed at the first sign of my younger brother's return home following his daily socializing ─ I do not want to be caught up with him this evening instead of sensibly getting to bed for that 1:45 a.m. rising.

Crucible of Civilization

Last evening's television entertainment via our Android TV Box included an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ this one was season three's episode 17 ("Covenant"). I was watching alone because I had plans to rise at 1:45 a.m. to ready for a five-mile walk, so I needed to get to bed reasonably early and avoid my younger brother's homecoming following his daily socializing.

I was to rise as planned, but I never got the chance to weigh myself before leaving ─ one of my idiot stepsons had apparently been out and only arrived home a little past 2 a.m., to my vast annoyance.

I had to sneak away unnoticed ─ these walks are my affair alone.

It was 2:14 a.m., and I wore a sleeveless hoodie under a sleeveless denim jacket ─ it was only slightly cool out, and muggy.

Early into the walk I made the usual stop at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, matching what has become my norm for repetitions ─ four in the first set, and two in each of the remaining five sets.

And of course, I held the final pull-up at highest elevation for a 10-count (actually, the count is more of a 12-count).

There was not much else worth reporting about the walk, except that I got back home especially late ─ maybe 4:24 a.m. The delay was because when I was cutting past the elementary school, I saw a pallet that had been discarded there. Initially I passed it, but then on a whim decided to carry it home.

The distance was maybe four blocks ─ but that pallet fast became a most cumbersome weight! Even so, I did not give up, and finally made it here.

It was possibly 5:40 a.m. by the time I returned to bed ─ maybe even later, but I honestly do not recall.

Around 8:15 a.m. I became suspicious that my brother was already up and watching T.V. downstairs, so I soon decided to rise as well.

Around mid-morning he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, so I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's video from yesterday. It proved quite interesting at nearly 1¼ hours long (1:12:21): BROKEN- Senior Care Homes in Canada. Lobbying; Skimming; And the Elite Getting Richer.

BROKEN- Long-Term Care in Canada. Interview With Kathy Pearsall & Alessandro . Link to Kathy's book: https://a.co/d/dE7UMCL

“A powerful indictment of the care elders in Canada receive in long-term care homes, where staff and residents alike have been abandoned by a failed and underfunded system. Filled with passion and compassion, Broken presents a scathing picture of the current reality, particularly brutal in for-profit centres. Thankfully, Kathy Pearsall lays out a clear path to change, one we must embrace as our society ages and we commit to providing safe and dignified care for all. I thoroughly endorse this important book.”

- Maude Barlow, Activist and Author

"This is the book of books, much like a BIBLE: it details the Long Term Care System; how we as Canada got here, and what needs to be done to turn this disaster around. A very personal moving read! A masterpiece, I have read it 4 times and keep it near by for reference all the time. I have used it to educate and help others through the painful journey of loss. Kathy, does an amazing job of cutting through all the crap; a well researched book and a "must have and a must read" IF you are going to try to talk about Long Term Care and the corruption, conflicts of interest and sad breakdown in Canada. God protect our seniors!!!"

“Kathy has given us an arsenal of information and evidence. Let us take up her call to action.”

– Natalie Mehra, Executive Director, Ontario Health Coalition

The video is also available at this Rumble link.

We also watched an episode of Rumble's The Why Files channel ─ the 36-minute video had been uploaded back on November 24: From Amityville to Annabelle | The Truth of Ed and Lorraine Warren's Scariest Case.

Ed and Lorraine Warren are maybe the most famous paranormal investigators in history.

They've worked on more than 10,000 cases. Some of which have been made into books and movies. The Conjuring films are based on the work of the Warrens.

Today we'll look at a few of their scariest, most disturbing cases and find the truth.

So turn off the lights and put the little ones to bed. It's going to get spooky.

Not bad at all!

We concluded with the third and final instalment (at 55 minutes) of the 2000 documentary Empires: The Greeks - Crucible of Civilization that I had previously recorded from YouTube's AgeOfAntiquity channel where the series was titled The Ancient Greeks: Crucible of Civilization.

My brother thereafter had some lengthy bed rest, for he would be busing away to rendezvous with one or more drinking buddies at a pub. I had my day's first meal meantime, and became quite involved in online correspondence.

I sought a nap before my brother emerged from his room and left for the day, but it was still relatively late into the early afternoon. When I later rose, I did not feel at all rested. I likely would have done some sunning regardless, but I found the afternoon sky to be riddled with thick haze and even some fleeting clouds.

It was enough to deter me ─ for the second consecutive day now.

It is well past 7 p.m. at present, so I want to bring this post to a close because I have another early a.m. walk intended. I only wish to mention that after stripping down for my early evening bath yesterday, I weighed 185 pounds.

Oh! ─ one more thing!

My wife returns tomorrow after being away since her early evening flight of (I believe) January 23 to first Rome where she visited a sister who lives there; and then from Rome early in April she flew over to Thailand to visit her mother and other family and friends.

So she will have been gone nearly six months!