Fools

Although I am now unsure, I may have been to bed last evening as early as 10:30 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. with the plan to be away by 5:45 a.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to do some grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore.

I was not to require the alarm, making my first time check just after 3 a.m. After failing to do more than relax deeply for the next half hour, I rose.

The house was in darkness, and my wife's bedroom door was closed, so she had evidently come home at some point following her late afternoon / evening partial workday at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.

I was to discover that she had likely been to the casino that she is addicted to. The wisdom of leaving less than $100 in my ("our") joint chequing account revealed itself. There had been something like $85 in it, but an online check revealed that $80 had been taken.

I wanted to withdraw $200, so I transferred over $220 from my private account, and later did the withdrawal on my way to the store.

An online temperature check for hereabouts revealed that we were possibly a couple of degrees below freezing.

As is typical for me, I failed to get away ahead of 6 a.m. ─ in fact, it was a few minutes after by the time I left. When I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four locks from here, I only took the time for three token sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

The jungle gym monkey bars were all coated in frost, so there was no question of exercising without gloves. I only barely managed three pull-ups in the first set ─ the third pull-up was essentially done with just my fingers gripping over the bar, my grip had slipped that badly due to the frost.

It was rather novel having so much cold to walk in, and it was dark all the way to the store ─ I arrived several minutes after its 7 a.m. opening.

The only other mentionable item I have to speak of occurred when I was well over halfway home. I was to have to bypass a young woman who was leash-walking her very unusual-looking medium-sized dog.

It was fairly long-haired with somewhat floppy ears; and mostly white, with light brown markings such as its ears. And its eyes were a beautiful grey-blue.

The young (I am estimating its age) dog showed great interest in me, pulling somewhat on its leash, but the young woman kept her pooch in check.

Where I was bypassing them, she had removed to the far side of the dual sidewalk and cycling lane where there was even further space due to a construction site immediately there ─ so we were well separated.

Even so, she stood them both still, and even had her dog obediently sit. At this juncture I had almost come abreast of them. As beautiful as was the dog, its owner was absolutely gorgeous. And she was wearing black tights that showcased perfectly contoured muscular thighs.

I was able to drink in the fabulous sight of those legs because she was beside and slightly in back of her dog ─ I knew that she figured I was admiring it. I was admiring the dog, of course, but not as much as her thighs.

Then to my sheer delighted surprise, she greeted my with a hearty, "Good morning!" And her face was in a huge, genuine smile.

Of course I returned the most welcome greeting, and was tempted to then interact with her dog, but I just settled on a cutesy "Hello" that I directed at it as I kept walking past. The dog immediately rose from its seated posture and tried again to advance to me, but she held it in check.

This encounter with that cheery beautiful young woman buoyed me for several hours ─ it made me feel that our world can still be a most wonderful place when there are people like her in it.

I am feeling that glow that she created in me even now as I write of that interaction with her.

Anyway, I got back home to find my younger brother already up and reading the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to. I correctly estimated that he would very soon be graduating to the T.V., and I was thus not to get any bed rest.

Shortly after I heard the T.V. playing, I went downstairs for my second mug of hot coffee this day, and then I joined him. He fairly quickly invited me to put our Android TV Box into action.

I led us off with an hour-long (1:02:42) addition that had been streamed on October 17 to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: Israel’s Deal with Pfizer to use Country as Lab Rats! Athlete now “Living Nightmare” due to Pfizer.

The video description fails to mention any of the interviewees; but COVID-19 vaccine-injured RN (registered nurse) Lindsey House was the first, followed by Dr. William Makis.

I see that Lyndsey is on Twitter, and also has this website.

The next video was nearly 1½ hours (1:25:52) and had been added to Rumble's mariazeee channel on October 26: Leo Zagami - Ex-Illuminati Gives Insider Insight on Israel/Hamas & WWIII.

Ex-Illuminati cult Grandmaster Leo Zagami joins Maria Zeee to give his insight from an insider's perspective on the current war in the Middle East, which he says will escalate into World War III as the globalists push to reveal their Antichrist.

I have not before heard of Leo Zagami, and he was difficult to always understand. I even expected that my brother would suggest quitting the video, but it became unexpectedly interesting to us both. Heck, I might even be interested in buying one of Leo Zagami's books to more clearly understand what he has to say.

We finished up our viewing with an episode of the British sitcom Ghosts ─ the premiere episode ("Fools") of season or series five.

Once that was done, my brother sought bed rest, for he was to involve himself in NFL games scheduled for 1 p.m.

My wife had risen before his bed rest, and shared the news that she had just received concerning her eldest son who took a flight to Thailand this weekend with his girlfriend. Apparently the muscle-head only brought his passport, and no other I.D. ─ not even his ATM card.

Fortunately he may have travelled with $4,000, so he should be okay.

After my brother shut himself in his bedroom this sunny day, my wife showered and then announced that she was having to leave for work again ─ I cannot remember if she ever had to put in time there on a Sunday before.

I suppose that she will be home again tonight ─ we shall see.

Regardless, my brother was to watch his football until at least 3 p.m., before leaving for the day to socialize. At one point he answered a doorbell ring. From the sound of the conversation it was some young girls selling milk chocolate bars. When he asked how much, and was told that they were $7, he turned them down, claiming the price was too steep for him.

But he wished them success with their efforts.

I could never have done that.

Okay, I want to ready and take off on an evening five-mile+ walk that ought to see me do a little further grocery shopping ─ this time at Save-On-Foods about a mile from here when I am on the return leg of the walk home.

This will save me having to have an early a.m. walk overnight, and also allow me to watch some latter evening T.V. with my brother while indulging in a couple cans of strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo malts.

It is already after 7:30 p.m., so I must hustle and get ready. The store closes at 10 p.m. and therefore it is best to try and arrive there early enough to do some relaxed shopping.