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I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of Montréal.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Tuesday, 27 February 2024

Fighting for Our Values

It may have been a minute or two past 9:30 p.m. by the time I was to bed last evening, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to start slowly readying for a five-mile+ walk.

The house was in darkness, although my eldest stepson was working a 12-hour graveyard shift and his mother not home.

Once I was all set to go, I weighed in at a maximum of 189 pounds, and was dressed quite warmly because it was supposedly hovering around the freezing point out there.

I made my usual early stop at the nearby elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, finding the metal equipment perfectly dry (if quite chilly on bare hands).

I only managed three pull-ups in the first set, and two in each of the remaining five sets; and again as usual, I held the final pull-up between a pair of gymnastics-style rings for better than a 20-count.

I was barely able to complete the concluding 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

There was nothing remarkable about the walk itself, except that by the time I was maybe 1½ miles from the return home, my hands were becoming remarkably cold in my fairly thin gloves ─ it was almost as if the gloves were damp. Consequently, I am supposing that the temperature probably dipped considerably below freezing.

I had left for the walk at 2:21 a.m., and was back by 4:18 a.m.

And back in bed by 6:08 or 6:09 a.m. where I was to remain until about 9 a.m., having to rise and dress rather sharply to soon enough join my younger brother downstairs for our usual morning T.V. together.

At one point in the morning I noticed errant bits of snow falling.

When I got my invitation from my brother to set our Android TV Box into play, I led things off with a 13-minute (13:14) video posted yesterday to Dr. William Makis's Substack: VIDEO - 37 year old Ontario mom Kayla Pollock injured by Moderna COVID-19 booster shot (Transverse Myelitis) - was offered euthanasia (MAID) by Canadian government, twice! (Feb.2024).

Then it was a 1½-hour (1:31:50) video added on February 22 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Fighting For Our Values With Tanya Gaw & Maxime Bernier - Feb 21, 2024.

Maxime Bernier, Leader of the People’s Party of Canada (PPC), joins Tanya Gaw on the Empower Hour to talk about the overwhelming number of critical issues we are facing in the next federal election. From failed mass immigration that is creating a security threat and a housing crisis, to the destruction of our economy, the global agenda, and the ongoing attacks against the Christian foundation of this nation, which is the core of our democracy and freedoms.

Refer to the full description at the video link, for there are far too many resource links for me to care to reproduce here.

After that, I tuned in a couple of videos from YouTube's Talasbuan channel:

Episode thirty, in which the snow came and the last ram is getting butchered. Theres also some nice footage from our trip to Vasa

This is a vlog about our struggles and joys of living off the grid in the forests of Jämtland, Sweden.

This is Mathias and his friend spending an incredible night in a beautiful frosty National Park in Finland called Lauhanvuori

We're mostly making vlogs on this Channel about our of grid life att Talasbuan. You are welcome to join us here in our struggles and joys of living off the grid in the forests of Jämtland, Sweden.

By maybe 12:15 p.m., my brother was ready for some bed rest. I had my day's first meal, and was into my own bed for a nap just after 1 p.m. That is where I was when my brother sallied forth and then left for the day to socialize.

I was not in bed too very long ─ I may have risen around 2:15 p.m.

I was to notice later into the afternoon that we were experiencing a fine wet snow that was more like rain, for it was not accumulating.

I am considering an evening walk in order to spare me from having to undertake another in the wee a.m. overnight. But I have now noticed that the lawn is beginning to display the telltale white of the beginning of blanketing snow.

That was while it was still daylit out there. With the descending of dark, I had my day's third mug of strong instant coffee with the works while watching a very exciting episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ it was episode six ("This Is Not a Drill") of season four.

I have to quit this post. It is already just past 7:30 p.m., and I must be away on that walk.

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