Getting Sick Again

My five-mile+ walk last evening was dry. I could have had some exercise at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, but the traffic situation compelled me to take an alternate route, so I did not pass by the school on my outward journey.

And because I had done a little grocery shopping as I was returning, I did not feel up to stopping at the school. I just wanted to get home.

My younger brother had still not shown up, but my wife arrived home before I had even changed clothes.

It was nearly 11 p.m. before my brother got home. By then I had finished watching an episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode five ("Human Resources") of season four.

After my brother was home, I then used our Android TV Box to tune in a February 1964 episode of Edgar Wallace Mysteries ─ it was The Verdict. I used this link at OK.ru.

I recognized actor Cec Linder as the American crime boss, but I never knew the actor's name. It won't stick, though ─ I will fast forget it.

Incidentally, my brother passed out for most of the show.

Next I tuned in an old episode of The Avengers ─ season two's episode 10 ("Death on the Rocks").

Our final show before my brother called it a night was Big Little Lies ─ episode five ("Kill Me") of season two. It is remarkable how much I dislike Meryl Streep's character as she is portrayed.

Over the course of yesterday, I seemed to be oddly phlegmatic ─ I was starting to think that maybe due to all of the snuffling and snorting I have been doing, maybe I was actually inhaling and congesting mucous into my lungs.

This felt especially pronounced during my evening walk.

And then while watching T.V., I realized what was happening ─ I was suffering yet another upper respiratory affliction or infection.

I had just finished getting over one that had a somewhat sore throat as a feature for just over a week.

My inclination is to blame my brother ─ he has been coughing and sneezing for a number of days, and only seems to have gotten worse.

Well, I have upped my vitamin D3 intake to 10,000 I.U.s; and of course, I take zinc ─ 50 mgs three days a week, along with quercetin. I am also going to try to remember to gargle with hydrogen peroxide.

I do hope it was no later than 2 a.m. when I got to bed last night!

I will not be sitting up this evening. Instead, I will get to bed reasonably early and have one of my five-mile+ walks in the wee a.m.

By the way, last evening I nearly had another encounter with Charles "Stickman". We almost coincided at the same intersection, but fortunately I recognized him just in time and held back. He was walking at cross purposes to my own route, so after he got his green light and proceeded on his way, I got to the light and waited until I soon enough got a green signal.

Charles is a nice enough guy, but he is conversationally needy and is hard to get away from.

But let's speak of this morning now.

I rose very shortly after 8 a.m., and was ahead of my brother. When we got together just after 9 a.m. for some T.V. and he relinquished control over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's video (1:24:47) uploaded yesterday: DID BC NDP Smurf Donations Via Ghosted Identities ie Dead People?

Interview: Former staffers of the NDP...who quit...took information to Lex Acker regarding serious red flags about their donations during John Horgan's time as Premier. Lex Acker is a Chartered Financial Analyst & Financial Statement Analyst and he has written a Substack about what looks to be serious corruption. Everyone in Canada needs to send this Substack: https://freedomandinvesting.substack.com/p/dead-people-donated-to-bcndp?utm_source=profile&utm_medium=reader2 TO: electionsbc@elections.bc.ca so that they can look into this matter, especially with a possible election looming for BC. Power in numbers.

Odessa also republished this 11-minute (11:45) video: Chilliwack's Very Own Carin Bondar Made The JP Sears Show. This Is Hilarious...

The porno approvers (School Trustees) in Chilliwack are finally getting the attention they deserve...

I cannot deny that Carin is certainly 'hot'!

We finished our viewing with two equally recent videos From Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel:

• WHOA UNTO YE LAWYERS/LIARS A BAR MEMBER OUTS THIS CORRUPT SOCIETY (9:09)

A man reached out to me who is now a BAR member... this is their letter routing out this corrupt criminal maggot society that is and has committed massive constructive fraud against we the people... the BAR must be wiped of the face of this earth it is corrupt to the core and has NOTHING to do with law... legal does NOT apply to a man or woman or people... wake up... this corrupt society is involved in blocking massive truth trying to seek justice surrounding covid 19 IS A LIE... never existed and they are protecting the maggots like Trudeau and Tam and many worldwide who are all involved in democide.

• NWO SERVICE CORPS & MURDER INC. -- CHRISTOPHER JAMES (1:00:46)

SGT Report interview with Christopher James --

The actionable information shared in this interview has the power to change your life for the better. Activist and researcher Christopher James returns to SGT Report to expose the income taxation scheme, NWO service corporations masquerading as governments, breakthroughs in light technology medicine which is curing people with chronic pain, and much more. Don't miss this one.
Mirror: https://rumble.com/v4abti0-nwo-service-corps-and-murder-inc.-christopher-james.html

After my brother had retired to his bedroom for some rest, I was to discover that my wife was newly risen and occupying the bathroom. I did get a nap, but perhaps I am too feverish to remember if my opportunity for it came when she ventured out on some errands; or if she went out following my nap.

The day has been rather rainy, so I do not know what to expect in the early a.m.

Today was a bath day, so I took care of that early in the evening.

My dear wife encamped at the dining table to watch videos and whatever else she does with her smartphone, so I abstained from turning on the T.V. She certainly prepared us all a nice supper.

It is approaching 8 p.m., and possibly there is no rain at present; but it was never hard enough to hear through my open bedroom window anyway.

And with that stated, I am going to conclude today's post here.

An Intriguing Interview of Pascal Najadi Re POTUS

It seems to me that I got to bed last night at 10:30 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 2:30 a.m. However, I was to be awake and checked the time with just a few minutes before my alarm was to chime, so I rose and cancelled the alarm.

My wife had not come home ─ her bedroom door was still open. My eldest son is working a 12-hour graveyard shift (6 p.m. to 6 a.m.), so he was not still sitting up as he so often does, to my annoyance when I have a walk planned. No one else was up.

An online check of the temperature for hereabout at 2:34 a.m. yielded the claim of 10.5° Celsius (50.9° F.), so it was most definitely mild out there. I could not hear that it was raining, but I packed my umbrella regardless.

I set off at something like 3:05 a.m., if I am remembering aright. It was raining a thick light spray that was rather drenching, so I was obliged to use my umbrella straight off. And because of the rain, I never stopped for exercise at the nearby elementary school playground ─ not when I have my Titan baton flashlight stun gun. 

I do not care to have the tote bag I carry it in laid out on the ground in the rain while I exercise. And I certainly have no intention of leaving the tote bag at any distance under some form of shelter ─ I want it at hand.

So I carried on with my walk, bypassing the school.

There was nothing remarkable about my walk apart from when I was walking along 148th Street from 100th Avenue to 96th Avenue where I would be making a right turn (Google Map).

There is no sidewalk along the forested side of 148th Street, so I was walking the residential side of the avenue. When I was approximately a block from the 96th Avenue intersection, I saw a coyote that had just emerged from the forest. It displayed absolutely no alarm or caution concerning my proximity, and in fact I wondered if it was not actually going to cross the avenue right toward me.

And then I realized ─ it had not been aware of me, for as soon as it finally saw me, it almost leapt in startlement much as a cat might. It quickly about-faced and melted back into the forest.

Concerning the rain, I only really needed my umbrella for maybe the first 1½ miles of my five-mile+ walk; and even then, I was able to dispense with it a few times for some short stretches. So had the situation been reversed, I would have been able to have exercised.

This was annoying. At my age of 74, by the time I am back and passing by the school following having walked for those several miles, I become far too stiffened to be able to exercise. It needs doing when I am fresh.

I do not believe that I was back to bed until something like 6:30 a.m., by which time my eldest stepson was newly home. I was to remain abed for the next three hours.

When I rose to join my brother for some T.V., he had by then tuned in an old episode of Corner Gas and was not displaying any intention of departing from it. I finally gave up on him and came back upstairs here to my bedside computer ─ I have better things to be doing than to be wasting my time with that silly show.

When it finished, he came upstairs to use the bathroom and in passing by my bedroom, he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work.

And so it was that I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's 40-minute video of yesterday: Are We Changing The Political Landscape In Canada? Interview With Randy Murray.

(*Pls note- It was right after we shot this interview that Canada's Justice Minister David Lametti stepped down.) Patriot Randy Murray has created something very interesting. A tool for all of us to use. Randy is the: Foundational Principles Pledge Founder: https://fppledge.ca ; Digital Freedom Canada Co-Founder www.DigitalFreedomCanada.ca ;(DFC)FOI CAN Library Committee Builder https://FreedomOfInformationLibrary.com/ (FOI CAN Lbry) ; BC Rising Team www.BCRising.ca

I just now made the Foundational Principles Pledge by signing up.

Next was a 1¼-hour video posted yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Pascal Najadi - The World Must Know.

God Gave Us 2 Ears for a reason...
i simply listened and share with the world
i may not agree with everything Pascal speaks to as a solution
But what i do agree is 2 men are trying to save mankind
God Speed

Sunday, January 28th, 2024
a man Pascal of the Najadi family
Truth Social: https://truthsocial.com/@najadi4justice
Telegram: https://t.me/PascalNajadiNEWS

Pascal Najadi (born August 20, 1967) is a retired Swiss investment banker, film maker, author, and the son of Hussain Najadi. He currently works as a peace and bitcoin activist. He is best known for producing movies like Grounding - The Last Days of Swissair (in 2006), Ask Dr. Drew (2019) and National Citizens Inquiry (NCI) (2023).

I am familiar with Pascal, but this was the first time that I watched him speak almost as if he is close to madness.

Is what he was saying absolutely true concerning the legitimate process involved in the investiture of a new president and the deascension of the old? Was the process of Biden's full inauguration illegitimate due to its blatant breach in sundry details? And was Trump never officially 'defrocked' as president, and thus still the one true and rightful president?

Is the original Biden executed and buried, and did the "White House" ─ that is, the official residence and embodiment of the America President ─ actually transition to Florida's Mar-a-Lago because that became Trump's official residence?

Most curious. If these details are true, then why are they not being broadcast widely in America for all to hear and know?

My brother had to leave at approximately 10:10 a.m. to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, so I suspended the video until his return at nigh 10:45 a.m. Consequently, we were to watch nothing further.

He was to take some bed rest after the video. I had my day's first meal and was installed on the toilet when I heard him emerge from his bedroom and subsequently depart for the day to socialize.

I don't recall when I sought my early afternoon nap, but it may have been around 1:15 p.m. Whatever the case, it did not leave me feeling as restored as I would have liked.

I would like to get out this evening on another five-mile+ walk, perhaps doing a tiny bit of grocery shopping on the return when I am about a mile from home. I would also first withdraw $500 from my financial institution's ATM nearby Save-On-Foods where I hope to buy a couple of items.

It is already just past 7 p.m., so I really must rally and get this undertaking begun, but I am little inclined for it.

Not Worth the Investment

I want to record that late Saturday afternoon, just prior to evening and the completion of my Sabbath fast, I weighed in at 178 pounds at most.

Also, during last evening's walk, as I was proceeding along Fraser Highway after having crossed 140th Street and heading West in the direction of King George Boulevard, just in front of 7/Eleven / Petro Canada (Google Map), I had a close call with Charles "Stickman".

He was coming from the other direction and I did not realize his identity until it was too late. However, just as we were about to come face to face by the entranceway to those two businesses, some sudden traffic activity caused him to turn about and I was able to slip right past him without him recognizing me.

Charles is homeless as far as I know, and likely has a camp somewhere in Green Timbers Urban Forest Park ─ as does one or two other people I know of. I was anxious to get home and had no time to spend involved in a conversation with Charles, who is always reluctant to release me.

Following my later nighttime television with my younger brother, I suppose it was around 2 a.m. when I got to bed.

This morning I was to check the time and got up at what I thought was 8:48 a.m., but it was only 6:48 a.m. Even so, I remained up.

My brother did not emerge from his bedroom until after 8:30 a.m. (the true time).

When we got together just past 9 a.m. for some T.V. and he invited me to put our Android TV Box to use, I led us off with a short (6:49) video posted by Odessa Orlewicz yesterday, but which did not feature her: The WHO has MISSED The Deadline To Ammend The Pandemic Treaty. Please Watch This SHORT Video & Share With All Countries.

If they try to go through with it...it is illegal, unlawful and fraud.

It featured James Roguski.

I also tuned in an eight-minute (8:09) YouTube movie clip (The Weiner Scene | No Hard Feelings | CLIP) that is all the convincing I require for me to fully intend to soon watch the full movie.

I did not even realize that the incredibly hot blonde in the red dress was Jennifer Lawrence! How can she be so absolutely and fantastically beautiful and well-crafted anatomically?!

Then it was another YouTube video ─ 1¼ hours (1:15:08) ─ that had been uploaded to its Real Stories channel back on May 25, 2016: Siberian Explosion: Exploring the Tunguska Mystery | Real Stories Full-Length Documentary.

In June 1908, a massive explosion in a remote part of Siberia flattened the forest with the force of 1000 Hiroshima bombs. But the area was so remote and the times so turbulent, that no one attempted to find out what had happened for 20 years.

During this video my brother had to leave at 10:10 a.m. or so to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, so I paused it until his return. Meantime, I had some exercise out in the backyard tool shed ─ primarily six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

I did not do well: four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and two pull-ups between a pair of bars in the final two sets, but I did hold the final pull-up for a 20-count.

And then it was the 15 slow full-range push-ups on the wood floor. 

Note that it is very mild of late. As I type these words at 5:10 p.m., supposedly hereabouts it is 11.9° Celsius (53.42° F.).

Anyway, after the documentary, the last item we watched was the premiere episode ("The Sofa") of the old British sitcom 15 Storeys High. 

Let's just say that we hope the episodes do improve.

I had my day's first meal while my brother was having some bed rest before he left for the day to socialize. After he did leave, I had a short nap that did little to restore me.

I have no intention of sitting up late tonight, so I will retire relatively early this evening ─ how early will depend upon when my brother returns home. I plan a wee a.m. five-mile+ walk.

My monthly pension income was deposited today, so I quickly removed all but something like $99 from the joint chequing account with my wife so that she cannot access it. Now I have to somehow weather her importunes to help her out due to her ongoing financial folly.

I find myself in the mood for some drinking ─ I am feeling a little anxious. Consequently, I am going to break from this post and watch a Christmas movie ─ an emotional one, I hope.

I will conclude the post after I am done ─ or after I have had to prematurely shut it down if my brother should show up unexpectedly early.

oooooooooooooo

I did watch a Christmas movie ─ 2017's Christmas in Mississippi.

Lead actress Jana Kramer was unknown to me ─ and I was to see that she was distinctly on the scrawny side; but that scene of her in a red dress was heart-stealing.

The movie was not quite what I most want in a Christmas movie. However, towards the end when the lights in the community were all lit up on Christmas Eve, the movie went to a whole new level for me and I was flowing the tears.

Of course, two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) all helped ─ I actually felt more 'under the influence' than I expected from that quantity.

I was home alone throughout the movie. But if I lived alone ─ or could expect neither my brother nor wife to be coming home at some point tonight ─ I would have kept drinking. I had tuned in some random (via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box) YouTube music videos, and got smacked heavily with nostalgia.

My emotions earlier towards that climax in the movie were such that I achieved the pronouncement of why God has never assisted me in my life in any way I could recognize, and certainly not now in my 74th year: I am not worth the investment.

It's that simple, isn't it?

As for the Christmas movie, there are numerous online sources, but I will only cite this link at UpMovies.to because the site as yet does not seem to inflict the visitor with obtrusive advertisement popups and browser hijacks ─ most rare indeed.

Alas, maybe this will be short-lived and the website will also succumb to this crass exploitation.

It is already past 9 p.m., so I had best call it quits for today and be set to get to bed should my brother anon arrive home. I am going to set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Dissolution

Perhaps in yesterday's post I may have written when I was getting to bed that latter evening, but I do not remember the time now. I did fare comfortably well for a few hours, sleeping rather nicely, but at some point I did find sleep no longer achievable. Nevertheless, I resisted ever checking the time, and then finally my 4 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded.

Note that my wife did follow up on a text I had earlier sent her ─ and she did so at 10:06 p.m. Now as I recall, that was very soon after I had gotten to bed. She merely asked if I was okay, so I responded that I was (she was referring to how much sleeping I was doing).

Then just as I was deeply relaxing towards sleep, she texted again just to say "Ok" ─ the arrival signal of that text was infuriating.

Anyway, I rose at 4 a.m. and wasted no time getting downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee based around two heaping teaspoons, and with the works. I still felt utterly drained from the withdrawal of not having had any caffeine since at least as far back as around mid-afternoon on Friday ─ actually, it might have been in the latter morning.

My plan for the morning today was to make the round trip 5.625-mile hike to get a very few items at Real Canadian Superstore. It was 6 a.m. exactly when I left, so at the elementary school playground three or four blocks away, I only stopped for three sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. 

Everything was drenched from recent rain, but I never experienced any until I was maybe half way home; and it was such a very fine rain that it was barely getting me wet.

I am sure going to miss the morning gloom that greets me when I leave that distant store. Heck, come June it's going to be bright daytime before I even leave home, and I honestly hate that!

I never even spent $8 at the store ─ they had no litres of the whipping cream I was after. And so this evening I plan on another hike ─ five-miles+ ─ that will see me stop at Save-On-Foods during the return leg of my walk, for the store is only a mile or so from here.

It is raining, but it does not sound to be hard as yet. I hope that holds for my outing.

I was not to manage a nap after my morning hike, despite trying. I did relax deeply though. And it looked like I might get to the T.V. ahead of my younger brother as 10 p.m. approached, for he had not yet emerged from his bedroom.

But just as I was about to head on downstairs, he came forth from his bedroom.

Fortunately, he was quite quick to turn the T.V. over to me to tune something in via our Android TV Box.

My choice was to be a two-hour (2:12:37) upload just today to YouTube's KIM OANH Handmade channel: Tucker Carlson 1/28/24 | Tucker Carlson Tonight January 28, 2024.

Tucker and Jordan Peterson on stage in Calgary, Canada. Also: Tucker's discussion with Alberta Premier Danielle Smith.

Alas, despite that description, I do not believe that even the first hour belonged to that Calgary venue, for the rest of the video was exclusively a hodgepodge of American content.

The video ran into the noon hour, so my brother was set for some bed rest.

I had a meal ... and then fell astray. I never did try for a nap. 

Note that quite early in the afternoon ─ beginning at 1:33 p.m. ─ my wife texted me.

After an initial "Hi,how are you" to which I responded that I was back to normal, she then texted a teary emoji and this:

Can you transfer $200 to me plz

I do not possess $200, thanks to her constant bleeding of my resources. So I expounded upon that ─ heck, she knows I never got my monthly pension income as yet, and likely will not until tomorrow.

She finally just replied:

Ok
Just asking

This sort of thing truly gets me down. She's my albatross around my neck ─ or asp at my breast.

Whatever, I then carried on with the waste of both my self and my afternoon. My day's third mug of two heaping teaspoons of instant coffee seems to have kept me going.

Right now it is 5:48 p.m., so I am going to take a break, and maybe have a beer or a shot of rum while watching a show. Then I will do my best to get away on that walk ─ it will free me up to sit up late watching T.V. with my brother, and drinking further.

oooooooooooooo

As it developed, I watched an episode of Prodigal Son ─ episode 16 ("The Job") of season one ─ while indulging in a Cariboo Malt and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum.

And then ─ leaving my bedroom at 7:21 p.m. ─ I was on my way on that hike that pretty much culminated in some shopping ─ just under $20 worth. I was back approximately two hours later despite that stop.

My brother was home from his socializing and watching T.V. When I soon enough joined him, he was prompt in offering control of the T.V. to me, so I put our Android TV Box to use and tuned in an episode of A Touch of Frost ─ the premiere episode ("Appendix Man") of season or series six.

My brother proved irritatingly loquacious, so I had to curb responding to his lead-ins to best quell encouragement each time he attempted to initiate ruination of various scenes in the show by needless expounding upon something concerning a scene or two past ─ he can be most annoying in that fashion.

We were also to watch the premiere episode of a questionable BBC comedy called Catterick that I added to our watch list solely for the sake of Morwenna Banks. If not for her involvement, I likely would never have heard of the series nor cared to tune it in ... but it is thus far lacking.

Catterick is presently available on YouTube if you care to give it a shot ─ try it here on the Absolute Jokes channel

We tailed off with a few random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

This brought us to something like 12:40 a.m., I suppose; but that is into the time frame of a new blog post, so I shall say no more ─ except that my walk was practically rain free, although it did seem to be trying to start raining.

In Dreams

This is bloody nonsense!

I had gone for an early a.m. walk after checking the time overnight and finding it to be approaching 3:30 a.m. ─ I can no longer recall the actual time, but my eldest stepson was still up, as he is far too often, camped at the dining table downstairs watching videos on a laptop, I suppose.

At least he was out of sight. As long as he remained there, I would be able to sneak away unseen.

My wife had come home from work at some point, for her bedroom door was shut.

I cannot recall when it was in the evening that I went to bed, but I am fairly confident that it was after 10 p.m. ─ maybe well after.

It was raining when I left here ─ shortly after 3:45 a.m., I believe. I brought an umbrella and had to open it straight off. There was to be no exercising at the elementary school playground ─ not when I have my Titan baton flashlight stun gun with me that I have no desire to get wet.

I cannot recall anything eventful about my walk. There were long stretches when I did not require the umbrella, but the last 1½ miles of the walk definitely required it.

I was gone approximately two hours; and though I do not recall precisely when I got back to bed, I sure do hope that it was ahead of 7 a.m. Whatever the case, I rose anew around 9 a.m., for it seemed to me that my younger brother already had the T.V. playing.

When I joined him a short while later and he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with the only video that we were to watch (and it was nearly 1¾ hours: 1:42:27): COVID UNMASKED PART 2: COVID, INC. - (All parts in the description).

In early 2020, life as we knew it changed forever. What was sold to us as a fight against “a new and deadly virus“ soon revealed itself as merely the opening act of a Great Reset, in which we will “own nothing and be happy”. This film documents exactly who is behind it all, how long it’s been in the works, and how to stop it… before we lose our country, our liberty, and our humanity.

We watched it and the preceding instalment at Rumble, but this is this episode's original source.

I had to suspend the play of the video because my brother left just ahead of 9:55 a.m. to both pick up his girlfriend Bev just over two miles distant and drive her to work, and to also have a haircut. He was not back until around 11 a.m., so that is why we only had time for the one video.

Following its conclusion, he did not seek bed rest immediately, so we watched maybe three random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app.

I was on a Sabbath fast, so I wanted to get to bed for a good nap before my wife emerged from her bedroom. She would have to work again in the latter afternoon, but I just had no desire to become entangled with her ─ the only time she ever seeks me out for conversation is when she wants something (usually money) ─ from me.

My pension has not arrived yet this month, and she knows it. But she might want to bleed me of whatever little cash I have on hand ... or consolidate a more massive bleeding as of Monday should my pension arrive that day, which I expect it will.

Fortunately, after my brother finally did retire to his bedroom, my wife emerged from her bedroom, but she went directly into the bathroom. That afforded my my chance to shut myself up in my bedroom and get back to bed ─ I believe that it was 1:09 p.m.

With luck I might nap long, and not only miss having to see her at all (she usually leaves no later than 3:15 p.m. when she is scheduled to work in the latter afternoons), but to also shorten the amount of conscious time that I have to endure my fast and caffeine deprivation.

Well, imagine my shock when I later checked the time after sleeping and had become suspicious by how gloomy it seemed outside ─ despite the fact that it has been raining seriously throughout the day: it was a minute or two before 5 p.m.

I could have even slept more ─ only noticing that gloom inspired me to check the time.

So just how run down am I that I can nap like this?

I got busy blogging, and broke to have some supper. I broke from this post later still when I tackled a bath, but it was while gathering together what I required for the bath that I went downstairs to the coffee table where I had left my cellphone so that I could have that afternoon nap in peace.

I found that my wife had tried to phone me at 3:34 p.m. And then at 3:41 p.m. she texted me:

Call me when you up plz

I attempted to return her call at 6:47 p.m., but got no response. No doubt she was busy at the Thai restaurant where she works.

But what's up? Another money crisis ─ real or invented?

I thought that I might rally and get out for an evening walk, but my bath has depleted me ─ as has that caffeine withdrawal, even though I at least am not hungry. I had considered a delicious mug of hot instant coffee with the works, but it would be a waste if it was insufficient to inspire me to leave home.

I am strangely inclined to have a relatively early evening and go to bed. It is already approaching 9 p.m.

What I believe I am going to do before my brother shows up from his daily socializing is maybe watch a comedy on T.V. while brushing my teeth, and then get to bed. First, though, I will text my wife to let her know that I will be leaving my cellphone on the coffee table. If I do not hear from her before I seek bed, that will be that, for I doubt that she will come home tonight ─ it will be off to wherever it is in Vancouver that she spends her weekend days off.

I will walk in the wee a.m. ─ I ought to get a few groceries, such as restocking on my supply of whipping cream (two one-litre cartons) that I use in my coffees. And maybe some garlic.

We'll see.

oooooooooooooo

I was to watch an episode of Cybill ─ episode 15 ("In Her Dreams") of season three.

I did text my wife that I would be getting to bed by "maybe" 10 p.m., but I refrained from declaring that I was going to leave my cellphone downstairs. I had decided that I might actually need it to ensure that I did not somehow sleep beyond 4 a.m., or alternatively be so hung up on time checks on my computer that I might end up sleeping ill and rising too early.

If I can set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m., then I can spend my time abed in serenity. I just do not need to have my wife bugging me with infernal texts or even a phone call.

It is 9:44 p.m. as I type these words at my bedside computer with my bedroom door shut. My brother showed up well ahead of 9:30 p.m., forcing me to escape the T.V. and the living room.

I seem to have developed a very vague headache ─ perhaps the caffeine withdrawal. If I am left in peace by my wife, and can remain in comfort here in my bed until 4 a.m., I will celebrate with a powerful instant coffee ─ two heaping teaspoons, along with the works.

Really Hard Truths

Yesterday I neglected to mention that in the morning my younger brother and I watched a 37-minute (37:48) interview added on January 24 to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: The Trudeau Regime Just Got a Whole Lot Worse.

Whatever happened to the truckers who dared to protest Justin Trudeau? Some of them are still in jail, years later. Trucker Gord Magill joins Tucker Carlson to explain how darkness has descended on Canada.

As I wrote at the end of that day's post, I sought a goodly early evening nap ─ probably no later than 7:15 p.m. ─ because my brother had shown up at the ludicrously early time of 6 p.m.

I wanted to have a latter evening walk; or failing that, a very early wee a.m. walk. Neither would be possible if I began spending the evening with my probably drunken brother trying to watch shows with him.

As a rule, the only reason he is likely to come home so early is because he already got plastered.

So shut up in my bedroom to avoid entanglement with him, I decided to try to nap away much of the evening. And maybe I would rouse to find him passed out, which might allow me to make my escape unnoticed.

Wow! Did I ever nap!

I never roused enough to care to check the time until something like 12:48 a.m. ─ over 5½ hours later! I rarely sleep that well, even overnight. My brother had not only gone to bed, but even my wife was home from work and in her bed for the night (we have separate bedrooms).

My eldest stepson was apparently still up, but by the time I had slowly readied for my five-mile+ walk, he had retired for the night.

Supposedly it was 5.8° Celsius (42.44° F.) out there, and supposedly 6.2° Celsius (43.16° F.) by the time I was back two hours later.

My fully clothed body weight bizarrely ranged from 186 to 189 pounds ─ I tried at least three times and never got the same reading.

It was 2:58 a.m. when I left here, and 4:57 a.m. by the time I was back.

There was never any rain, but when early into my walk I stopped at a nearby elementary school three or four blocks from here for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I had to wipe a metal bar dry because it was dripping wet.

I did not do myself proud: four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the next two sets; and just two pull-ups between a pair of wet gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets. I held the very last of the ring pull-ups for a 20-count, but it was almost excruciating.

And then I barely managed 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I recollect nothing else meriting mention, except that for the first time since I have owned my Titan baton flashlight stun gun for many months now, I (accidentally) had it discharge ─ twice ─ while I was seeking the flashlight mode.

At least I have verified evidence that it works! I never knew for certain.

I was not back to bed until ... well, I think that I am guessing, but let's say 6:10 a.m.

I have to confess that I prefer these 3 a.m. hikes over earlier ones. Sure, they signify that I will be returning to bed later in the morning than I might like; but there is far, far less street and pedestrian traffic abroad than there is between midnight and 2 a.m.

Yet I was up this morning by around (maybe) 8:15 a.m., beating out my brother.

When we got together at 9 a.m. and then 10 or so minutes later he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with darling Anita Krishna's latest video (35:39) added yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: A Veteran's Bank Account Frozen by Unreasonable Emergency Act.

Canadian Veteran Eddie Cornell who launched legal action against the unlawful Emergency Act speaks about the federal court decision, his experience in Ottawa and having his bank account frozen by the Liberal Government.

Then it was over to a video added today to Rumble's AWarriorCalls channel: REAL HARD TRUTHS...THEN WE FIGHT/END THIS EVIL

It ran well over 1¼ hours.

My brother sought bed rest towards its conclusion; and I rather hurriedly had a meal and was to bed for a likely failed nap attempt thereafter, but at least I did rest deeply. I was anxious to get at the nap before my wife rose and began tying me up with one thing or another.

My brother left for the day while I was abed.

My wife only had to work this latter afternoon (the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time re-opens at 4:30 p.m. after a daily closure at 3 p.m.). She rather disturbed me as she was leaving by ─ just as she did yesterday ─ asking if my monthly pension income had been deposited today.

I cannot believe that she is solicitous of me ─ rather, I soundly believe that she wishes to grasp as much as she can get while I still have some of it and before I pay bills or use any of it for myself.

Well, I was not paid. So likely on Monday, then.

I embarked upon a Sabbath fast at dark this evening, but I ensured that beforehand I had allowed myself time to watch some T.V. and enjoy a supper and two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol).

My first T.V. choice was a 2013 Christmas movie that I seemed to have overlooked in the past ─ maybe because I expected that it was a Black-centric comical farce. I want romantic Christmas movies ─ the emotional Hallmark types that break me down when I am drinking as I lose myself into them.

Christmases that I might have once dreamed of, but which I am now too old to ever be able to live.

Surprisingly, this movie was really quite good; and I only tuned it in because sweetheart actress Alicia Witt had a very secondary role: A Madea Christmas. The lead actress was probably Tika Sumpter ─ an exceptionally beautiful Black lass whom I was totally unfamiliar with.

The movie was a farce in that the titular character ─ outspoken and loudmouth Great Aunt (to Tika's character) Madea ─ was played by a man.

I know nothing of the "Madea" movie franchise, but evidently there are quite a number of movies featuring the character. If by chance you are curious about A Madea Christmas, try this link at UpMovies.com.

I was actually left feeling sufficient emotion that in order to quell it ─ I wanted to watch more Christmas fare and drink further ─ that I finally chose to watch what remained (better than half) of an episode of The Rookie that I had to suddenly shut down early last evening due to my brother's unwelcome 6 p.m. appearance home.

This one was episode 17 ("The Enemy Within") of season five. And I now see that the story arc concludes with an episode of The Rookie: Feds, a series I gave up on because the lead character was too unrealistic and unbelievable. But I reckon now I am going to have to at least tune in that specific one episode.

Anyway, The Rookie half-episode did cure me of my lapse into Christmas movie emotion, so my Sabbath fast is in proper effect and will last until after dark tomorrow.

There will be no T.V. this evening with my brother ─ not when I cannot drink. The plan is an early a.m. walk, so I will be getting to bed reasonably early this evening.

From the sound of it out there through my partially open bedroom window, it has been raining. Maybe not especially hard, but who knows what is ahead in several hours?

It is now after 8:30 p.m., so I am considering today's post complete. I will update in tomorrow's post.

I must be prepared to get to bed if my brother suddenly arrives home before I have already chosen to retire for what remains of the evening.

Early to Bed?

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It is generally disappointing ─ or hurtful ─ when my wife leaves for work as she did this afternoon without alerting me that she was going. At least she probably said something to her youngest son who was here working from home as he does.

Last evening after both of the boys had contributed to make up for today's mortgage shortfall, I left to deposit $100 in cash that I had on hand to completely erase the mortgage gap in my account the mortgage debit would be taken from. I had left home earlier than desired, for my younger brother had gotten home earlier than expected.

Fortunately I had prepared for that contingency and was lying upon my bed in rest, fully clothed in boots and jacket. He almost always comes upstairs to his bedroom to change clothes, so that was my opportunity to escape. It was 7:55 p.m. as I left my bedroom.

Honestly, I did not feel keen on also having a five-mile+ walk. Had I not needed to deposit the $100, I would have remained home and gotten to bed relatively early, undertaking the walk in the wee a.m.

It was no help that the old hikers I was wearing offered poor support ─ I felt off balance with each step, so I was walking rather slowly. Even after I made the deposit a mile or so from here, I wrestled with scotching the walk and just coming back home.

These were not the same old hikers I wore two evenings ago that I wrote about, so that makes two pairs that may have deteriorated too much in the couple of decades that I have owned them. They no longer afford resilience and / or stability.

Truly, I may have to risk buying a new pair online after this month's pension income shows up. My wife even asked me about my pension today ─ a worrisome sign indeed, for I cannot afford her.

At least there was no rain during my evening walk, but my slow pace probably resulted in me being gone for a full two hours.

I am considering not having an evening walk tonight, but I may gauge that on just when my brother gets home. If he is not here by 9 p.m., maybe I will undertake the walk. I detest having them too early in the evening ─ there are too many people out there, and traffic is busier.

After I was home last evening, my brother did not delay in turning the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action.

And so we led off our viewing together with an episode of Yellowstone ─ episode two ("Freight Trains and Monsters") of season three.

When that episode finished, I warned my brother to pay attention, for we were about to watch the final episode ("This Is Not Your Heaven") of the fabulous one-season series 1883. I guess my brother and I kept hoping that somehow Isabel May's character Elsa would survive the arrow that penetrated right through her in the previous exciting episode, but of course she did not.

I suspect that her dying scene near the episode's conclusion must have hit my brother harder than it did me, for he has a daughter (even if she is 30 now).

I will probably eventually round up to watch some other things that Isabel has acted in, but I see that she became a regular on Young Sheldon ─ I can't stand that series, so it will be passed over. I tried watching its first season, but it became clear that the obnoxious title character was not the childhood Sheldon who was always bullied at school ─ this faux young Sheldon never seemed to get bullied and always had the upper hand with everyone he encountered (from what I could see).

Still, maybe it might be interesting to check in at the point where Isabel becomes a regular.

Anyway, after 1883 we were to watch an episode of Doc Martin ─ the premiere episode ("Better the Devil") of season or series four. I now see that I was wrong in believing that a character was being played by Line of Duty's Adrian Dunbar, for the actor is listed in Doc Martin as Malcolm Storry.

I think that I may have had this very confusion before.

My brother was to get to bed relatively sensibly, but I don't think I did until maybe 3 a.m. Over the night I had consumed three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) that did have quite an effect.

My morning was to begin today maybe around 7:45 - 7:50 a.m. because by then I was sleeping poorly.

(And my brother has now shown up at the nearly impossibly early time of 6 p.m., forcing me to hie here to my bedroom, pending a resolution on how I shall deal with this constricting happenstance. Meantime, I shall proceed with my morning narrative as if I was not interrupted.)

When my brother and I got together for some morning T.V. shortly after 9 a.m. and he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led things off with Odessa Orlewicz's six-minute (5:53) video (audio only) from yesterday: BREAKING: Some UNVACCINATED BC Healthcare Workers Are Being Offered Shifts Again.

Then it was over to Rumble and an addition of well under a half hour earlier this morning to its A Warrior Calls channel: Emergency Act / Quarantine Act is TRESPASS [extortion] verified BAR members commit.

AI TRIED TO BLOCK THIS 4 TIMES.... KISS MY ASS IT'S UP FOR THE WORLD!

People around the world are being lied to and extorted by a private society called the BAR on multiple levels.
All people ACTING...as Judges, Crown Attorneys, Police and court staff are willfully IGNORANT of Law they have NO jurisdiction over we the people unless we have trespassed causing wrong or harm... or IF there is a contract we are in breach of... NONE of those required facts exist in 90% of all courts. This includes Traffic, family, criminal and tax courts... it's all fraud and it it time we finally stop this corruption and save this world together.

Legal does not apply to a man or woman learn the difference and this video shows people the corruption occurring with millions stolen from the people by these maggots who's days are numbered now on this corruption continuing.... 2024 is the year the people worldwide take back our court houses and common law will reign supreme which every Lawyer=liar who RE-present people as legal fictions will end.

We concluded with another video added just today, but this time to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel ─ the video was not too much under 1½ hours (1:25:42): The World is a Prison But We Hold the Key.

My brother actually gave up late into the video and retired to his bedroom for some rest, for Max Igan would just not take his leave and close off ─ the guy sure can drone on and on. I turned it off when a musical number was used to mark the video's conclusion ─ if I wanted to watch a music video, I would do so of a performance relevant to me.

My wife emerged from her bedroom while I was having a meal quite early into the noon hour, but I was able to seek my nap early into the second half of that same hour, I believe. Meanwhile, my brother left for the day to socialize.

And here we are ─ he is home again and watching T.V.

I have no intention trying to have a walk this damned early in the evening; but neither have I any intention to get locked into watching shows with my brother ─ that would cancel all hope of an evening or a wee a.m. walk.

What I have settled upon doing is ─ now that I have had my supper (I was eating it when I saw my brother arriving home) ─ taking to my bed and attempting to have a lengthy nap. Heck, maybe I can succeed in sleeping away the evening.

It is possible that my brother will at some point pass out. If I manage some sleep and can surreptitiously discern that he is unconscious, then if it is late enough, maybe I will sneak off and have my walk.

Whatever develops, I might as well consider this post complete ─ and it is not even 7 p.m.!

The Problem

If memory serves, it may have been approaching 8:45 p.m. last evening when I left on my five-mile+ walk. Happily, there was no rain whatsoever, and I was back home shortly after 10:30 p.m.

As yet, my younger brother was not back from his daily socializing, so I changed clothes and had access to the T.V. just before he showed up.

He was quite drunk. The first show that I tuned in via our Android TV Box was an episode of Kevin Can F**k Himself ─ it was episode seven ("The Problem") of the second and final season.

Unfortunately for my besotted brother, it was also the second-to-last episode of the entire series, for only one episode remains. I say "unfortunate" because my brother passed out almost straight off and never revived until he became aware of the silence that befell once the episode was done and I had not yet begun playing anything else.

I bet he could not even have told me what show had just ended! But I held my tongue.

It is possible that had he not revived when he did, I might have just gone to bed, for as yet I had not even opened a beer.

To test the waters where his longevity for the evening was concerned, I next tuned in an episode of The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 14 of series or season 31. (I was somewhat smitten by little blonde Emily Roberts of the entertainment, a band of five gals called The Last Dinner Party whom I had not before heard of.)

He retained his consciousness, so I opened a beer (8% alcohol) well into the episode, and managed to make the drink last ─ there was not to be a second.

We were only to watch one further show ─ The Good Karma Hospital. This time it was episode three of season or series four.

My brother called it quits thereafter, citing that it was late enough ─ i.e., nearly 1:30 a.m. That caught me by surprise, for I had believed it to be maybe as much as an hour earlier. After he went upstairs to his bedroom, I played some old early 1960s rock music videos on YouTube via the SmartTube app, and I nearly opened a second beer!

I am glad that I had the sense to instead come upstairs to my own bedroom for the night.

Note that my wife had come home during Graham Norton, and may well have still been up from bed in her bedroom behind its closed door when I had come upstairs for the night. She often watches videos on her smartphone for the longest time. We had not talked since she got home, so that was not to change.

This morning,I found myself awake well ahead of 8 a.m., but I did not rise until nigh 8:15 a.m. My brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom.

When he and I got together a little past 9 a.m. and I got his invitation to again put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in a long (1:41:52) video featuring a documentary that we had broken from yesterday at approximately the midway point: The Need to Grow.

With an estimated 60 years of farmable soil left on Earth, The Need To GROW offers an intimate look into the hearts of activists and innovators in the food movement - an 8 year old girl challenges the ethics of a beloved organization - a renegade farmer struggles to keep his land as he revolutionizes resource efficient agriculture - and an accomplished visionary inventor faces catastrophe in the midst of developing a game-changing technology.

The full description is too long for me to care to reproduce here, so please refer to it for yourself at the link.

Next and nearly last was a 1¼-hour (1:16:13) video that is actually the first of four parts to a documentary series: COVID UNMASKED PART 1: THE PROBLEM.

In early 2020, life as we knew it changed forever. What was sold to us as a fight against “a new and deadly virus“ soon revealed itself as merely the opening act of a Great Reset, in which we will “own nothing and be happy”. This film documents exactly who is behind it all, how long it’s been in the works, and how to stop it… before we lose our country, our liberty, and our humanity.

I expect that this is its original source.

My brother and I finished our T.V. together with an episode of The Conners ─ episode one ("Double Honeymoon and Seeing Double") of season five.

He sought bed rest afterwards, and I was not too much longer in seeking my nap ─ my wife was not yet up, so I opted to nap while I could without having a meal. My brother left for the day meantime.

It happened that my wife did not have to work today, so she remained home.

Unknown to her, I had E-mailed her contact with a lawyer firm who have been exacting $810 monthly payments from her for a credit card debt she had shirked. My wife recently made a fourth of what originally had been claimed would be six payments.

Acting as my wife, I exclaimed that $810 was too burdensome. My wife only works part-time, and gets paid twice a month. Sometimes she does not even earn $810 as her Net pay.

Long story short, I was to discover that the pricks at the lawyer firm are adding interest to my wife's balance, so her hope of just two more payments was obliterated ─ there would need to be a seventh of $810 with still some balance remaining.

However, they relented as to the amount she needs to pay ─ $450 per month.

But even with the present debt balance, it would take six further months of such payments; and by then, of course, interest will have added to the duration.

Even so, at least $450 is easier to handle than $810.

There is another financial matter at hand to be dealt with today ─ tomorrow's bi-weekly mortgage payment set to be debited from my account. The account is short by maybe $600.

Her two sons are going to have to step up and help.

I can gather together $200 in cash on hand, but I would have to deposit it later this evening, so a walk I had not planned is now in the books.

My eldest stepson has the best paying job of the two boys, but he is at work on a 12-hour shift (6 a.m. to 6 p.m.) as I type these words at 4:26 p.m., so I am awaiting his homecoming before I venture a conversation about this mess.

Had my wife not gotten a total of $650 from me since last month, I would have been able to meet the payment. As it is, my monthly pension is not likely to show up in my account until after the weekend. There is a chance it might get deposited as early as tomorrow, but that is not a risk or gamble we can take. The mortgage money must already be in the account, for who knows when tomorrow the bank will seek its withdrawal?

In other news, it was raining quite heavily this morning, but it reduced to a light rain by midday that has probably continued.

I am going to take a break from this post until I have more to add in the evening.

oooooooooooooo

Thankfully, the boys contributed such that I only need to deposit $100 this evening.

Well, it is approaching 7:30 p.m., so I am going to take a bit of a rest before getting out ─ I will make another five-mile+ hike of it, since I will not be getting to bed relatively early to have the hike in the wee a.m. like I had originally been considering.

And maybe my pension income will show up before the weekend. I am not expecting that it will, though.

By the way, there seemed to be some fairly daunting rain earlier this evening, but it seems calmer now.

Hoping to Rally

There was no appetite for last evening's five-mile+ walk, but somehow I rallied enough to leave here for it a few minutes past 9 p.m.

It was very lightly raining. Sometimes it would seem to have ceased; and other times, it came close to becoming heavy. It has probably been raining similarly now for at least three days and nights.

Our foot or more of snow that fell last week is essentially gone, but last evening I did have to contend with stretches of sidewalk that still had accumulations that impeded easy walking ─ this was the case immediately adjacent to Green Timbers Urban Forest Park (Google Map) as I travelled 'up' 140th Street to 100th Avenue; and then again as I walked from 148th Street along 96th Avenue to Green Timbers Way.

But with the more or less continuous light rain that has fallen since then ─ and temperatures even a couple or more degrees milder ─ I am expecting that if I go walking again this evening, the situation will have vastly improved.

There was something drastically amiss with the footwear I had on at the time. I think that the old hikers have about had it. The soles of my feet felt like the interior of the shoes was sandy or even gravelly, and uneven as well.

In addition, there no longer seemed to be any sort of resilience or cushioning to the shoes as I walked. I had a lot of trouble with them from the start, so I am unsure if I should even try walking in them in the future.

Anyway, I was back home just ahead of 11 a.m., and of course my younger brother was here by then and watching some movie about a native Canadian Indian back in the latter 1960s and early 1970s who loved playing hockey, and who had a shot at playing for an NHL farm team.

Apparently the movie began when the Indian was a boy in a residential school.

Ultimately, in (I believe) 1974 he could no longer bear playing with the team in Toronto or wherever the team was based ─ his teammates were largely unfriendly, and he suffered endless derision from the fans who used to throw plastic figures of Indians onto the ice to insult him.

So he turned his back on what could have led to an NHL career, began working menial jobs all over the country, and became an alcoholic.

Ultimately he had a renaissance experience when he returned to the shores of a lake where he used to frequent as a boy with members of his family. And the movie ended with the much older rehabilitated man showing up where I expect his early hockey-playing tribal peers still lived, and they all openly welcomed their lost brother with the friendship and camaraderie he had lived without for far too long.

Ahh! I just did a search and located the movie title: Indian Horse.

Since my brother had us watch to the movie's conclusion at almost midnight, we were to only have time for me to use our Android TV Box to play an episode of just one of the series we follow in common ─ SS-GB. We have now seen episode three, so there are only two episodes remaining.

The episodes are about an hour long, so my brother was set to head on up to his bedroom at 1 a.m. However, I began to play random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded in our Android TV Box, and he ended up pouring himself some Scotch (or possibly Irish whiskey) and thus watched further T.V. until just about 1:40 a.m.

This sort of makes me feel guilty, for I know that he drinks far too much as things are. I only had three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I cannot remember if I was to bed by 2 a.m., or if it was later. My morning was to begin around 8:15 a.m., a little ahead of my brother's morning start.

We were never to watch all of any video this morning, although we will be finishing the last one ─ we just ran out of time, for it ran us to maybe 12:20 p.m. and still had another 45 or so minutes to go.

I will report on it when we have completed watching it.

My brother had to leave at 10:10 - 10:15 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, so I had some backyard tool shed exercise ─ a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and then 15 slow full-range push-ups on the wooden floor.

I did not expect that my brother was to be gone as long as he was. Normally he is back after about 20 minutes, but this time I believe that he may have exceeded an hour. I never asked him why.

Anyway, he sought bed rest after we broke from our last video; and I had a substantial meal and then was into my bed for a nap when he left for the day to socialize.

At most, I was in bed for 75 minutes. Consequently, it is likely that I will require some further rest in bed in order to handle getting out later for that intended walk.

This also happens to be a bath day ─ baths usually utterly deplete me.

And of course, I need to be away on my walk before my brother shows up, so if he gets home unexpectedly early, the outing is definitely in jeopardy.

With that said, I am going to take a break from this post, for at present it is 5:27 p.m.

oooooooooooooo

I watched an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ episode 10 ("Charlie Foxtrot") of season five. This episode was the finale of the first half of the season ─ the very last of them, for the series is done ─ and was certainly exciting enough.

Then I had that hot bath.

I am going to consider this post complete. It is not absolutely certain that I will go on that walk, but I will rest up in my darkened bedroom and see if I can rally. The reported outcome shall have to await tomorrow's post. It is presently 7:40 p.m.

Fools and Dreamers

My overall alcohol intake last night were four cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and I hope just one shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum.

Even so, I actually considered going to bed following my evening walk as I waited for my younger brother to arrive home from his daily socializing. Then I noticed that it was only somewhere around 9:30 p.m. ─ not late at all on what was intended as a late night for me.

When he did show up, I was watching some titillation on YouTube via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded in our Android TV Box; specifically, it was an 11½-minute (11:27) showcase of an undeniably attractive young lady who clearly is unafraid to present her wonderful assets: School Girl Outfit Try-On & Review.

At the young hottie's conclusion I led us off with an episode of Riverdale ─ episode 11 ("Chapter Sixty-Eight: Quiz Show") of season four.

Next was an episode of The Outpost ─ season two's episode two ("This Is One Strange Town").

And as it was to happen, we finished with the very first two episodes of the Australian T.V. series Wanted ─ it was that good. 

"Chelsea and Lola" introduced the viewer to the two main female characters, neither of whom knew each other, but were clearly inside the trunk (or boot) of a car as kidnap victims trying to work out what they could do to survive.

"Run Lola Run" was just as exciting, and brought my brother and I to maybe nearly midway through the midnight hour. Whatever time it was, it was unusually early for my brother to be announcing that he was calling it quits for the night.

This was wholly unexpected, and I had as yet some ways to go in order to finish my last beer. So I tuned in some early rock videos from the 1960s when rock music could actually still be sung along with ... and darned if I did not nearly convince myself to keep sitting up and opening another beer.

But I did not.

Nevertheless, it was likely after 1 a.m. before I also forsook the T.V. and came upstairs here to my bedside computer to take care of a few things before getting to bed.

Between my salty / spicy supper and the drinking, my later sleep was to be adversely affected. Just after 5 a.m. I gave up trying for more sleep and got up to use the bathroom and get some water to help deal with the thirst and my nearly feverish state.

I returned to bed, but sleep was never an easy matter afterwards. I probably got up for the morning around 8:15 a.m., preceding my brother.

I always sit here at my computer for quite some time, so he got access to the T.V. But when I joined him shortly after 9 a.m., he turned it over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box back into action.

First I tuned in Anita Krishna's 6½-minute (6:29) addition early today to her Rumble AKStraightSpeaks channel: UFC's Dana White and Sean Strickland Schools Reporters!

You know your country is in a sad state when UFC's guys have to remind our idiot press what free speech and values are all about!

Anita was in great form! I love the gal.

Then I tuned in a January 19 addition to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Tribute Myles Goodwyn APRIL WINE / TIME TO ROUND THEM ALL UP.

The video was listed as running 44:09 in length, but my brother had me skip past the lengthy opening hard rock performance; and I always skip the closing Braveheart excerpt ─ I tired of watching it long, long ago.

Christopher seems to be getting too damned 'New Age' for my liking. I may yet find myself having to stop being as regular with his videos as has been the case.

A third video we watched was half an hour (29:38), and had been uploaded on July 27, 2019, to YouTube's Happen Films channel: Man Spends 30 Years Turning Degraded Land into Massive Forest – Fools & Dreamers (Full Documentary).

The incredible story of how degraded gorse-infested farmland has been regenerated back into beautiful New Zealand native forest over the course of 30 years.

Fools & Dreamers: Regenerating a Native Forest is a 30-minute documentary about Hinewai Nature Reserve, on New Zealand’s Banks Peninsula, and its kaitiaki/manager of 30 years, botanist Hugh Wilson. When, in 1987, Hugh let the local community know of his plans to allow the introduced ‘weed’ gorse to grow as a nurse canopy to regenerate farmland into native forest, people were not only skeptical but outright angry – the plan was the sort to be expected only of “fools and dreamers”.

Now considered a hero locally and across the country, Hugh oversees 1500 hectares resplendent in native forest, where birds and other wildlife are abundant and 47 known waterfalls are in permanent flow. He has proven without doubt that nature knows best – and that he is no fool.

Finally, I selected a January 13, 2013, 1¼-hour (1:14:57) upload to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: Nazi Leaders on Trial - Nuremberg 1945_Historical Documentary_WW2 Footages of War Crimes_Full Length.

US Army 1950 documentary film on the Nuremberg Trials.
This film was made as a historical document to record permanently and accurately the trial of the Nazi defendants at Nuremberg. It consists of footage from German films documenting Nazi personalities and activities interwoven with film shot during the trials - including testimony and statements from defendants, prosecuting attorneys, judges, and witnesses. It follows the story of the rise and fall of Nazism from the putsch in a Munich beer hall to the Nuremberg trials, and contains flashbacks of a variety of Nazi crimes against humanity.

The actual video description is far too lengthy to include here, so go and directly check it out.

Note that around 10:10 a.m. we broke from watching T.V. so that my brother could go and pick up his girlfriend Bev two miles distant and drive her to work. Since I was down to my last five cans of beer, I rode along so that he could stop at the government liquor store near her in order for me to replenish my supply with another four dozen cans (with tax and deposit, $81.05).

Anyway, after our morning videos, he sought some bed rest before leaving early in the afternoon to socialize. As yet I had not sought my needed nap, but I did so around 1:30 p.m. and was abed for something over 1½ hours ─ I could easily have extended my napping, but I still had two blog posts to create, plus a little exercising (very little).

My wife was to text me at 4:28 p.m. to report that she had succeeded in getting our monthly life insurance rates reduced. Mine had been around $210, and I dreaded that loss each month. It is now down to $108.81 ─ so maybe $101 less, which is definitely significant.

I am planning on an evening five-mile+ walk, provided my brother does not show up unexpectedly early. When we were out this morning, I marvelled at how reduced the snow now is, for we had been experiencing a very light rain by that point for just about two days straight, and temperatures have been well above freezing.

I had thought an evening walk might be out of the question due to the amount of uncleared sidewalks I would face. At least in the wee a.m., I can take to the streets due to the sparse traffic, but that is impossible in the evening.

And now that obstacle to my travel no longer seems present.

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I took a break from this post to watch an Alicia Witt movie I have been hesitant to put time into because I knew that it was going to be hoakey, and I was of the impression that Alicia's role was minor.

Well, the movie was certainly hoakey enough, but fortunately Alicia's character figured far larger than I had been led to believe. I have long had a crush on the woman.

The movie was 2013's Wiener Dog Nationals, and I watched it on T.V. quite easily via our Android TV Box because the movie is presently available at this link on YouTube.

I had felt that I might have to take at least two sittings to get through the movie, but I was wrong ─ I managed it all in one sitting, and did get some enjoyment from it. Naturally, my attraction for Alicia certainly contributed.

However, I probably ought to have taken bed rest instead, for I resisted having anything to drink ─ and I even had my supper. Mid-evening is not all that far off, so it is rather late now to be resting up.

I have no idea if the light rain of this latter morning has continued, but that is not the deterrent. My weariness is. I may not even go ─ I feel that I must rest first.

I will report on the outcome in tomorrow's post.

They Knew. They Lied. They Killed.

I managed to remain in bed overnight until the chiming of my 4 a.m. cellphone alarm. It did not waken me ─ I was already conscious, for I had experienced considerable overheating and thirst as a result of my supper; and it made sleep not only difficult, but being in bed unpleasant.

It was a little past 6 a.m. when I was finally on my way to do some grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore, a round trip hike of 5.625 miles.

It was raining ─ mostly a thick, fine rain; but it was wetting enough that I used an umbrella for the first mile or so. Obviously, I was not going to waste time and have a wet experience at the elementary school playground ─ that exercise must await another day when I have no other engagement.

The snow was greatly reduced ─ maybe to three or so inches. Nevertheless, anywhere with frequent foot traffic that had not been shovelled clear was usually awkward walking because the compacted snow was almost like ice. It would be ice were it not raining and a couple or so degrees above freezing.

I got the errand done, arriving at Superstore a mere few minutes past its 7 a.m. opening. And it was pleasant being able to walk home in such gloom that it was almost like night.

It must have been around 8:30 a.m. once I was back, but no one else was up, so I took advantage and was soon enough lying in bed in pursuit of a nap.

I cannot claim to have slept, and was possibly not in bed much more than an hour. I went downstairs for my day's second mug of hot instant coffee with the works, coinciding just as my brother was about to turn on the T.V.

When he was soon enough inclined to turn it over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's 1¼-hour (1:14:59) video from yesterday: Pfizer Contract With Canada Exposed! They Knew. They Lied. They Killed. They Redacted.

Interview. The liberal government/ Anita Anand /Health Canada are wholly evil and need to be held accountable. They were told bluntly by Pfizer in the contract that the Covid jab may destroy people's lives/health and may not even work. More jaw dropping agreements within the contract other than just that are also exposed. For some bizarre reason Canada signed that IF OTHER countries sue Pfizer then CANADA has to pay for it! What the hell is going on? Cris Vlek has gone through the nefarious contract with a fine tooth comb, and also exposes Canada's redacted parts by putting the Canada contact side by side with the UN-redacted Israel and South Africa contracts to show what parts they are covering up.. This info needs to be shared with ALL Canadians.

Stay to the end of this episode as Cris also gives important info on how to fight the ridiculous arrive can (scam) tickets.

https://www.tfmreport.com/research-packs

https://substack.com/@tfmreport

Then I believe I tuned in an 11-minute (11:18) upload yesterday to YouTube's Press For Truth DanDicks channel: B.C. Pride Society President/LGBTQ Activist CHARGED WITH CHILD-SEX CRIMES!!!

The former president of a northern British Columbia pride organization has been arrested and charged with committing sex crimes against children, according to the B.C. Prosecution Service.

The North Peace Pride Society quickly removed Sean Gravells as president upon news of his arrest, and in a statement made to their Facebook Page they asserted that even though the group sponsors youth events, Gravells was never involved directly with children.

In this video Dan Dicks of Press For Truth covers the fact that Gravells was indeed involved with children while with the organization and that the end goal of the LGBT movement is not acceptance of different views, but outright predatory grooming of the next generation.

After this we just watched three fairly long random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app.

This ran us well past the end of the noon hour. My brother sought bed rest, and he left for the day before I pursued a nap. But my delay was to cost me.

Beginning at 1:19 p.m., my wife beseeched me via text for a $300 transfer that I could not give her ─ there is well under $250 in my private account for Thursday's bi-weekly mortgage, so as things stand, I am going to have to apply to her eldest son to see if he can supply the $650 or so that we need.

But my wife kept intermittently texting, disrupting every attempt I made to lapse into some sleep.

She even phoned me at 3:07 p.m.

It was relentless. She finally promised that if I transferred her $200, she would absolutely repay it before Thursday ─ she hopes to get paid on Tuesday.

If she does not, then her eldest son can know why there is no money at all for the mortgage, and he and his younger brother are going to be furious with her.

I have warned her.

Even so, somehow I am going to have to make a stand and tell her that from that point, I will no longer be giving her money. My only income is my pension income, and since my last payment she has gotten $650 ─ the shortfall for the mortgage, as it happens.

I was outbursting my rage each time another text would arrive 15 to 20 minutes after my response to her previous text. It was relentless and punishing.

I never did manage a needed nap.

It had been my intention to do some further grocery shopping at another store this evening, but I am now too trepid. I doubt that my pension income will arrive by late this week ─ I am not expecting it before after the weekend. Consequently, since I only have nine cans of beer in my essential supply, I will want to replenish that stock this week. I usually do so to the tune of four dozen cans, and the price is now $81.07 with deposit and taxation.

I am so damned worried at the fix I have allowed her to keep putting me into and through ─ month after bloody month.

Honestly, maybe my death is the only way I am going to be free of this ongoing stress.

I am going to take a break. I may even see if I have it in me to get out for some sort of walk. Right now it is 5:47 p.m., so maybe I will indulge in a beer (8% alcohol), and maybe even a shot of rum (47% alcohol).

As for my wife, no, she is not likely to be coming home tonight. She spends as much of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver as she can. All I am to her is an ATM.

I anticipate sitting up late watching T.V. with my brother when he is home later, and that will entail some further drinking.

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All I did was hike the three or four blocks over to the elementary school playground where I engaged a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, finishing with a barely won 11 decline slow full-range push-ups on a cement ramp.

I meant to weigh myself fully clothed once I was back home, but I forgot. Still, with my boots, socks, and heavy jacket off ─ and light damp gloves off as well ─ I was scaling 183 pounds. So certainly, I had to be up around 190 pounds fully decked.

It was lightly raining.

Prior to leaving for the outing, I had watched an episode of FBI: International ─ episode 17 ("Jealous Mistress") of season two. And I had drunk exactly as predicted ─ a beer and a shot of rum, both of which I well felt.

It is dramatic how much clearer the conditions were for walking, compared to early this morning. I will likely next be out on a hike in the wee a.m. of Tuesday, so if this clearance continues apace, there may well be little by way of impediment remaining.

As much as I appreciate not encountering street people at night, as a 74-year-old walker I do not enjoy extended conditions like we have had this Winter thus far.

Anyway, while I have the cash on hand, I am considering renewing my beer supply tomorrow morning when my brother goes around 10:10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev two miles away and drive her to work.

No more blogging today.