💀☠💀☠💀☠ Against the Tide

It was less than five minutes ere the arrival of 8:30 p.m. that I left here last evening on my hike to Save-On-Foods at Fleetwood, a round trip hike that I have calculated to be 5.972 miles as I walked it.

I so dislike leaving home when it is still sunny out! This is the only thing about this time of year that I really do not like due to the numbers of other people out there, and my absence of night's anonymity.

As I wrote in yesterday's post, that day was the 19th marriage anniversary for my wife and I, so I felt obliged to get her something ─ I had only realized last afternoon that the anniversary had arrived.

Ultimately I was to buy her a dual-pack of two separately potted different 'succulent' plants, and a 750-ml bottle of 2020 The Girls Red wine (Nostalgia Wines Inc), a blend of Merlot and Syrah.

I also bought myself a half dozen 355-ml cans of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol), and compensated myself for performing the successful outing by drinking one of the cans on my way back home.

The total bill was $78.28.

Note that my lower left leg and foot cooperated and never went lame on me.

My wife was home from working the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but I was able to surreptitiously place her 'gifts' on her bed before I did anything else ─ such as use the toilet.

I was in fact gaining that relief when she came upstairs to her bedroom and saw the items, querying their purpose, and the price of each of the plants.

She had clearly also forgotten our anniversary. So I said that it wasn't nice to be asking about price, and that everything was her reward for being married to me for 19 years.

Her response was a sheepish, "Oh."

My younger brother was watching T.V., and it was 11 p.m. once I joined him after dressing down. He then turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into play, but mentioning that he was especially tired.

I surprised him with an episode of Vera ─ the premiere episode ("Against the Tide") of season or series 12. It has been a long time since we last watched that show, and are big fans.

Even so, I noticed a number of times that my brother's eyes had shut, so undoubtedly he was not wholly focussed upon the episode.

Afterwards, he did watch a few random YouTube videos before he finally called it a night and went upstairs to his bedroom.

To be honest, I cannot say when I got to bed. Was it past 3 a.m.? Possibly.

I am also unsure if I had two or three Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol). I did have one further cider.

This morning when I decided to get up just ahead of 8:30 a.m., I was feeling rather abused, for I had supped following my drinking ─ that always worsens the toll.

My brother rose well ahead of 9 a.m., so he got control of the T.V. However, he was willing enough to turn it over to me after I joined him around 9:10 a.m.

Putting our Android TV Box back into action, I led us off with an hour-long (1:05:52) documentary that had been streamed yesterday at Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: Final Days Worldwide Premiere.

From the Directors of Died Suddenly’: Final Days’ Exposing the Scientific Technological Elite and their desire to become gods. The Covid pandemic was the test run for an even more sinister plot to come.

It was darned good, and affirms much of what I have come to believe.

💀☠💀☠💀☠

There is nothing I can say ─ I am vilely hopeless.

It is after 10 p.m. and past my bedtime.

The Savage Peace

My younger brother arrived home well before I had any intention of going to bed last evening, so I remained shut up here in my bedroom until at least 9:45 p.m. ere calling it a day. My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m.

I suppose that I didn't feel too poorly when the alarm chimed; and I quickly saw that once again my wife had not come home ─ her bedroom door was open.

No one else was up, so I was able to ready and leave on my planned five-mile+ walk in peace. My fully clothed weight was about 189 pounds, and it was 2:07 a.m. once I was outside and set to go.

The southern sky was mostly remarkably dark and cloud free, but the north was heavily overcast. At least everything was dry.

However, when I got to the elementary school playground for some exercise three or four blocks away, I had to wipe dry a condensation-wet jungle gym monkey bar for four sets of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I intended (the final two sets of the six sets were on gymnastics-style rings).

I managed my usual repetitions of late: 5-2-3-2-2-2. And the final pull-up on the rings was held for a 20-count.

Then I performed a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp leading to a school side door.

All of that took the chill off, for it was definitely a cool night.

Around the same distance again from home as I continued my walk, I began feeling spittings of rain. Over the course of my walk it sometimes managed to begin wetting the pavement and concrete; at other times it ceased raining entirely.

I thought I was making good time ... until I began walking the section of 96th Avenue from 148th Street to Green Timbers Way (Google Map). In very short order, my lower left leg's lameness kicked in.

That stretch of walking is along a dreadfully irregular sidewalk full of upheavals, cracks, and depressions as a result of tree root damage over the years; and the sidewalk is also poorly lit.

Henceforth, I believe that I will avoid using 96th Avenue, and instead walk a half mile farther along 148th Street to Fraser Highway, and then take that far superior system. It adds a little bit of distance, but the time I would probably make with the superior walking surfaces should make it worthwhile, particularly if it does not result in that damned lameness.

Despite it last night, I did try to hustle as best seemed reasonable in view of my intention to have a walk this evening that I did not wish to impair myself for; thus it was 4:09 a.m. once I was back home. I was two minutes over an hour, which is rather poor time.

I do not clearly remember now, but I believe that I was back to bed a little ahead of 6 a.m.

And I was back up shortly past 8 a.m. Just as I was rising and dressing, I heard my younger brother leave his bedroom to go downstairs for coffee and T.V.

I didn't join him until around 9:10 a.m., and was very soon to put our Android TV Box into action, leaving us off with a very interesting 18-minute (18:05) video published by Dr. William Makis on May 28 at his Substack: NEW PODCAST! "15 minutes with Dr.Makis" - Episode 016: What if Pfizer & Moderna are the real "clot shots"?

NHL Playoffs decided by blood clot vax injuries? What if COVID-19 mRNA Vaccines are much worse than AstraZeneca or J&J for blood clots?

Next came an appalling 2015 BBC documentary that was just shy of an hour (59:33 or 34): 1945: The Savage Peace.

When the Second World War ended, the people of liberated Europe celebrated their freedom from Nazi tyranny. Their years of suffering had ended, but for millions of Germans, the end of the conflict opened a new and terrible chapter.

We watched it at Rumble, but I now do not know which source I used. However, this search I made there offers eight, so choose one of the sources if the link remains valid.

I didn't expect that my brother was going to sit through the movie I followed the documentary with, but for some reason he did ─ maybe because it did not focus on just one of the plotlines, and thus it kept rotating with something further on each of the stories featured in the reasonably short (1:16:58) 2016 movie: Six LA Love Stories.

I had recorded the movie previously onto a thumb or flash drive solely because it featured Alicia Witt.

If you have a mind to watch it, you presently can at this UpMovies.net link.

The acting was not great by any means, but it had two or three other familiar faces. I actually thought that Michael Keaton was in the cast, but the credits showed that it was actually Matthew Lillard.

And who knew that Beth Grant could so convincingly portray someone so sexually assertive! I found myself wondering how I would have dealt with her commanding advances. It might have been exciting to just submit.

(She's not a month older than I.)

As for Alicia's role, at first I thought that maybe her character was visiting her father or father-in-law. To my mind, there was no way that Michael Dunaway could ever be her love interest. How did he get cast as someone who could turn her on?

And then I realized how: he was the director and one of the writers. He put himself into the role ... lucky dog.

Enough of morning T.V.

This was my brother's day to bus away and rendezvous with drinking buddies at a pub. He did get some bed rest first, but I had still not sought my needed early afternoon nap when he left.

I had no sooner gotten to bed for that nap ─ 2 p.m. or so ─ when I heard my wife arrive home. Even so, I needed the nap, so I remained there and got it.

It was just past 3:30 p.m. when I rose again, by which time my wife had left to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Note that her youngest son must have been feeling poorly today, for he never rose for the day until during my nap, but at least he and his mother socialized. Her eldest son was working a 12-hour day shift (6 a.m. to 6 p.m.).

I remembered something this afternoon that I shared with the younger lad ─ exactly 19 years ago, his mother and I married.

Anyway, the overcast and rather wet early morning progressed into a rather sunny afternoon; but even if this had not been a bath day for me, I probably would not have taken the time to try and get in any sunning.

I am going to close this post here. Maybe if I can get away before 8:30 p.m. on my desired walk, I might find something suitable to bring home as a substitute anniversary token for my wife.

Corrupt Policing

X (formerly Twitter): Show Me The Data

My younger brother was home last evening before I was anywhere near ready to leave on my planned walk; and because he remained conscious, I had to have some conversation with him ere I left.

He did indeed go through the entire passport renewal process yesterday, and claimed that overall his waiting time might have been around four hours as opposed to the estimated two hours he had expected.

As for my walk, I decided to buy a further 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) at the Green Timbers Liquor Store, rounding up my payment to $35 as I usually do.

It was a little past 9:30 p.m. when I had left home.

A little better than ¾ of a mile from home on the return, my left leg started the lame game again ─ this is getting to be extremely irritating to me!

Once I was home and had finally joined my brother, he felt he only had it in him to sit up for one show, so I used our Android TV Box to tune in The Avengers ─ season two's episode 15 ("Intercrime").

My brother did remain up for a sitcom and a few random YouTube videos, but he otherwise sensibly went to bed. Note that he passed out for a short time during The Avengers.

I am unsure when I got to bed, but it would surprise me if it was any earlier than 2 a.m.

My morning was to commence just past 8 a.m. However, my brother never emerged from his bedroom until possibly 9:45 a.m., at which time I was watching a video I had tuned in on T.V. at 9:30 a.m. via our Android TV Box.

At 57 minutes (57:17), it had been published yesterday at Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel: 🇨🇦 👮 Former Detective Sergeant Donald Best With the Toronto Police Reveals How Corrupt Policing Has Become Under the Trudeau Regime.

🍁 Exclusive: Former Undercover Police Detective and Intelligence officer who helped take down a KGB spy ring lifts the lid on modern Policing in Canada in a shocking expose. The RCMP Police have become politicized and are now acting to support the state instead of law enforcement and upholding the law. The Trudeau regime is surrounded by corrupt Police who either turn a blind eye to fraud and corruption or who are involved directly in the corruption itself.
👉 Donald Best on X: @DonaldBestCA
Website: www.DonaldBest.ca
Source: @JimFergusonUK on X

Next I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's 51-minute (51:07) video from two days ago: Which Supplements DON'T have Nano & More Questions Answered With Fiona Thorson.

Many people have been emailing me after my interviews about nano to ask where to get supplements without nano. Some have also been asking which delivery/filler ingredients need to be AVOIDED... which ones are just sugar vs which ones are nano vs GMO? I asked Fiona Thorson to come back on the show to help us all out with our questions. We also discuss updates about the liability letters and INPOWER as Fiona joined the group and has more success stories about leaders stepping down since being served these documents.

There was more to the description, but the above specifically describes the video topic.

Then came a 13-minute (13:29) video uploaded December 20, 2015, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Pythagoras - Secret Teachings of All Ages.

Please refer to the video for it very long description. I will only offer that neither my brother nor I had the remotest understanding of any of the concepts that were discussed in the latter portion of the video. They might as well have been utter nonsense.

We were also to watch a 21-minute (21:57) video published February 10, 2023, at BitChute's TheWhyFiles channel: Sergei Ponomarenko: The UFO Time Traveler who Disappeared Without a Trace.

On April 23rd 2006, a man in his early 20s was seen in Kyiv, Ukraine staring at a high-rise apartment building. Witnesses described him as looking confused and anxious. They thought he might have been a lost tourist.

The man approached two police officers and nervously asked for directions... to a place that no longer existed.

The officers asked the young man for identification. But, there were two problems with his ID.

One, his documents were issued by the Soviet Union; which no longer existed.

The second problem: according to his birth date, this *young* man was born in 1932.

Thereafter my brother sought a little further bed rest, but left for the day before I was to bed for a nap following my day's first meal.

We'd had some early-day rain, but there was considerable sunshine as the afternoon wore on. I hope that I am able to have a dry walk tonight when I get up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for it.

It is already well past 9 p.m., so I must bring this post to a close.

I want to mention that before my bedtime last night, I had seen online that my monthly government pension had been directly deposited, so I transferred it out of my joint account to remove temptation for my wife.

She was in touch with me this afternoon concerning a delivery she knew had come for her ─ a couple of dresses, as it turned out. She asked me to photograph them and send her the images, so I did that. I didn't think my two photos were good at all, but she claimed to be very happy with them.

Okay, it is now nigh 9:30 p.m., so I must stop blogging and get to bed.

Defining Forfent

I'm sure feeling 'off' today ─ I don't feel far from having an eyestrain-type headache.

I think that I was to bed last evening a mere minute or two past 9:30 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for a five-mile+ walk.

My effort to relax deeply into sleep was disrupted by my phone chiming at 9:44 p.m. Initially I wondered if the alarm setting had gone haywire, or I didn't set it properly; but then I realized that it was a phone call. However, it wasn't from anyone identifiable, so I let it be.

I discovered today that the culprit left me a 'voicemail' ─ it was my late old friend Bill's ladyfriend Sandy. She apparently also phoned the house phone and left a message, both times instructing to phone her back as soon as I heard the message.

She always says that, so it's not of importance ─ she's just bored.

I haven't the free time on my hands that she does, since I do not live alone and must accommodate my life to four others in this household.

She even sent me a Facebook message, and an E-mail! In those, she spoke of having talked by phone with Roberta, recently turned 82 ─ Roberta is the widow of someone I first got to know around 1973 who was familiarly called "Duck".

Anyway, Sandy commented that Roberta sure liked to talk ─ and that's the danged kettle calling the pot black! Sandy even had this to say about Roberta in Sandy's E-mail:

I block people anyone I feel I need too.
If I need to be alone and not bothered.
I don’t care who they are I do it.
I blocked Roberta. Because I have a funny feeling she’s gonna call too much.
Because she gets lonely and bored.
Anyways I’ll unblock in few days. Then back on block after so long again.

This is unbelievable! I have to ignore Sandy's phone calls and texts or she will run rampant by taking advantage of me. One fellow she knew once slapped a restraining order on her because she would not let up with her phone calls.

Yet she feels it necessary to block Roberta because Roberta might be too lonely and call her too much?

Such hypocrisy. So no, I feel no guilt over not responding to Sandy.

(Roberta probably out-talks Sandy, allowing her little opportunity to say much ─ that's what she wouldn't like! Roberta also has possible poor or selective hearing; so Sandy might attempt to say something, and Roberta would not recognize that Sandy was speaking, thereby continuing on with what she had to talk about and leaving Sandy feeling excluded and unfulfilled.)

Anyway, when I eventually became aware that my cellphone alarm was chiming, it was 1:31 a.m. At the time, I was lying upon my right side with my blocked left ear upward and failing to hear aught. Anytime I lie upon my left side my left ear clogs up. Lately, throughout the day it has been remaining slightly or partially blocked as well, and it is quite annoying.

I think that my right ear may have detected the vague chime despite the muffling of the mattress.

I rose and saw that my wife had safely come home following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, for her bedroom door was pulled tight. I think that both of my stepsons were still up, but the eldest seemed to finally go to bed.

I likely made my departure unnoticed after a fully-clothed weigh-in of possibly 189 pounds. It was only 2:02 a.m. once I was outside and set to go.

Everything was dry under a thickly overcast sky, but every minute or two upon setting out I could feel a speck of moisture. By the time I was nearing the elementary school three or four blocks away, I was feeling two or three specks of moisture each minute.

I had my usual-of-late half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups (repetitions of 5-2-3-2-2-2) with the final pull-up between a pair of gymnastics-style rings held for a 20-count; and then a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups on a ramp or sloped walkway leading to a side door at the school.

I thought thereafter that I was making good time. Sometimes the threatening rain would seem to have ceased; but other times, there were numerous specks of it during each minute. After halfway into my walk I noticed that the parked cars had visible raindrops all over them, and even the pavement was looking dark with damp.

With maybe a third of my walk remaining, my lower left leg and foot began going lame. I could no longer move apace and dramatically slowed.

By the time I made it back home, it was 4:06 a.m. That was not good time whatsoever; and had my early pace not been as smart as it was, my arrival home would have been even later.

I don't know what the Hell I can do about this defect of my lower left leg ─ it is enormously discouraging. I want to have an evening walk so that I can watch some T.V. shows with my younger brother when we are both home ─ and to also have some beer; but will I again be stricken?

I would be wise to not attempt irregular terrain.

My return to bed this morning was likely not too much ahead of 6 a.m., but I suspect that I was foolish to have treated myself to a coffee ─ I do not usually do so after these walks. I think it may have forfent* some sleep I might otherwise have enjoyed.

*[Concerning "forfent", it seemed plausible to me that the word might actually exist as a past tense of the word "forfend". And that sent me upon some divergent research, thereby interrupting my post. It seems I was right, for I located this definition in a footnote to The Lyrics of the Henry VIII Manuscript by Raymond G. Siemens :─ forfent    Forfended, forbidden (OED ppl. a. of "forfend" v. 2, "to avert, to keep away or off, prevent").]

My brother already seemed to be rising for the morning, which was rather perplexing.

I did sleep some, and rose anew well past 8 a.m. My brother was watching T.V.

Towards 9 a.m. I went downstairs to boil water for a coffee, and he therewith headed on upstairs to his bedroom and seemed to be freshening up. Again, rather perplexing. But I took advantage and activated our Android TV Box to set up a video to play once he rejoined me.

Well, soon past 9 a.m. he did come back downstairs ─ but only to announce that he was headed over to Surrey Place (Central City) to get passport photos taken and see what he would be faced with in applying to have his passport renewed.

Yesterday we had checked online so that he could make an appointment at one of the several reasonably nearby locations dealing with passport renewals, and discovered that not only did some of these places not accept online bookings; but a couple that did had no vacancies before late July, if I am remembering correctly.

He needs his passport renewed for his daughter's marriage in August where she is living in Washington State with her fiancé.

So he must have 'bit the bullet' this morning and perhaps braved the possible two-hour waiting time to actually be able to submit his application in person. His only other option would have been to have mailed it in ─ and if he had chosen to do that, then he would have returned back home this morning.

He remained away.

So I watched an hour-long (1:06:24) update published May 23 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: A4C Chapters In Action, H5N1 Vaccine, Math Is Racist?, Weakening Wokeism, Multiculturalism Has Failed, May 22, 2024.

Tanya Gaw is just fabulous as far as I am concerned. I just wish that I was not almost smothered in debt, and had the cash to spare to perhaps even tithe to her work.

The woman speaks fearlessly!

I also watched this very short (55 seconds) and titillating old car commercial that was published May 25 to Rumble's We The People - Constitutional Conventions channel: 1970 Dodge Charger 500 Banned.

The last video I watched on my own was the remainder of a 52-minute (52:08) video uploaded October 9, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: Ismael: The Last Guardian of an Ancient Library | Free Documentary History.

Over 500 years ago, driven out by the Spanish Inquisition, Ismael Diadié’s ancestors left Al-Andalus for Timbuktu. They were guardians of an ancient Islamic library, a legacy of over 12,000 scientific, poetic and religious manuscripts, which they wanted to protect at all cost. But in 2012, Ansar al Din salafist fighters and their al Qaeda allies surrounded Diadié’s house and threatened to destroy his library. Desperate to save the manuscripts, Diadié returns to Granada…

This was actually my third sitting in trying to get through the rather tedious feature, for the dialogue was not in English, so everything had to be subtitled. And apart from that, I have never heard of anything the documentary was about ─ except of course some of the locations. The people named, the so-called library or its manuscripts ─ it was all meaningless to me.

On top of that, I am no fan of Islam and its insanely cutthroat militants. If these maniacal idiots want to destroy their own historical documents, that's unfortunate; but it does not affect me too much.

My brother's failure to return meant I was able to have my day's first meal and then my nap earlier than usual, but that latter seems insufficient as I type these words after 7 p.m.

I was later sustained a little further in the latter afternoon when my eldest stepson brought me two slices of a pizza he had brought home.

By the way, my wife had another full workday today, rising and leaving after my brother had left. But her only conversation with me was a "good morning" and a "bye" ─ such is our marriage and former friendship.

With that said, I am going to deem this post complete and seek some further bed rest ─ my eyes are worn out. The wet and overcast morning did eventually result in a fair amount of sunshine as the afternoon wore on.

The Devil Within

Last evening's hike to Real Canadian Superstore ─ I left home just ahead of 9:30 p.m. ─ was dry, though rain did seem to threaten, for I felt an occasional trace of moisture.

My purchase weight was negligible and easily carried with my left hand all the trip back home.

As well, my lower left leg evinced no lameness. I am convinced that certain of my footwear must bear much blame for the onset of the lameness, for last evening I held a goodly pace.

My brother was home and conscious. But it was so late by the time I joined him ─ nigh midnight ─ that he felt he only had time for one show.

I tuned in an episode of Edgar Wallace Mysteries via our Android TV Box ─ Never Mention Murder from November 1964. 

If interested, I used this source at OK.ru.

The old feature was remarkably interesting and even suspenseful.

My wife arrived home early into the short movie following her partial workday at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. She was soon enough shut up in her bedroom for the night 

True to his word, my brother did head on up to his bedroom following one or two random YouTube videos that I played via the SmartTube app.

My own bedtime might have been after 2 a.m., and I was up again just ahead of 8:30 a.m., by which time my brother was already watching T.V. Even so, I waited till maybe 9:10 a.m. before joining him and getting the go-ahead to put our Android TV Box back to work.

My choice was poor ─ a 1:20:52 documentary. There are a number of sources for it, and I now do not know which one I used, but let's just say that it was this one published May 24 at Rumble's RealDealMedia channel: 'Whore of Havana' The Justin Trudeau Story (Premiere).

A Film by Dean Ryan
Exploring the checkered past of Canada's notorious
Prime Minister Justin Trudeauand his deep rooted
connection to Fidel Castro.

Dean Ryan's narration was miserable, and always drowned out by excessively loud and unnecessary music. Once I even quipped to my brother that we must actually be watching a musical!

Ryan's poor narration and the unequal volume of the segments undoubtedly soured me, but I did not find the feature to be very revelatory at all. I was going to post the link to my Facebook, but I quickly realized that I was not going to bother. It did not offer the substance that I had thought it would.

Next I resorted to a thumb or flash drive and played an episode of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina that I had previously recorded ─ episode five ("Chapter Twenty-Five: The Devil Within") of season three.

I cannot say what my download source was, but you can presently watch the episode at this MoviesJoy.cx link. The episode wasn't top notch, but still entertaining enough.

The conclusion arrived quite early into the noon hour, but my brother was fussing about upstairs, so I concluded that he was done watching T.V. and I closed down both the Android TV Box and the T.V.

It happened that he was readying to head out for the day without any bed rest.

My wife was apparently scheduled with a full workday, so she was up from bed by maybe 9:30 a.m., and on her fairly long drive over an hour later.

The day has been dry, but solidly overcast. No sunshine is predicted for the next several days. At least there is not much guilt at all in my early afternoon naps.

Early this evening, I had my supper ─ and then a Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while watching FBI: International. I did so on T.V. via our Android TV Box's Nova TV app; I watched episode 21 ("Fed to the Sharks") of season two.

I have since been working on this post. And when I heard my brother arrive into the house at 8:36 p.m., I shut myself up here in my bedroom where I keep my computer bedside.

I have an early a.m. five-mile+ walk planned, so I hope to be rising at 1:30 a.m. and finding it still dry out there by the time I leave.

Note that my supper was unexpectedly augmented by a small dish of some hot chicken with avocado slices that my youngest stepson presented to me. I certainly am not much hungry of late, and my thick midsection displays this well. I didn't previously mention it, but my naked weigh-in early in the evening of my 24-hour Sabbath fast was 178 or 179 pounds ─ that is the highest it has been on a fair number of past Sabbath fast days.

It is now a little past 9 p.m., so I am considering this post complete so that I can have ample time to try and be abed by maybe 9:30 p.m.

We'll see.

Sunday Morning Drenching

As planned, I was up at 4 a.m. and on my way to have a 5-mile+ grocery shopping hike ─ possibly around 6:05 a.m.

I knew that it was raining, but it was more serious that I expected, for I got wetter and chillier as time passed ─ I should have taken my umbrella.

I decided not to visit Save-On-Foods in Fleetwood. I would put in my normal walking route and shop at the Save-On-Foods around ¾ of a mile from here on the return leg of my walk.

Unfortunately, my left lower leg began going lame before I was halfway through my walk. And by the time I was a half mile from the store, I was having difficulty disguising my limp. The rain seemed to be taking advantage of my inability to walk fast and minimize my exposure to it.

In the store, at least it was warm; and being able to just slowly reconnoitre about inside eased my limp such that it temporarily left me.

Back outside with my dual load of purchases, I was quickly impaired once more in walking ability. And it was damned annoying having to slowly progress in the rain when I yearned to use an accelerated pace.

No one was yet up once I was home, maybe just after 8:30 a.m. So I put everything away, dressed down in my bedroom, and soon enough was back in bed to rest and regain body warmth.

Maybe I was abed an hour or slightly more. I could have spent more time, but I did not want to waste away the morning; and I thought that my wife ─ who had come home late last evening following a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ likely had another full day lined up and would herself be rising at any point.

I was wrong about her, She was only to have to work the latter part of today, and likely did not leave here until maybe 3:30 p.m., if not even a bit later.

My younger brother was not yet up, so I decided to play Christopher James Pritchard's latest video from two days ago at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: WE Allow Maggots RUNNING Services Corporations [Governments] to Trespass Stop It!

Thursday May 23rd 2024 Live Stream
CANADA, CRA, HEALTH CANADA ARE ALL CORRUPT CROWN CORPORATIONS
Top People acting for these service corporations ARE involved in mass murder, theft and terrorism against the people.
It is long overdue for the people to rise up and end these horrific trespasses.
Christopher James breaks it down to move correct courts to stop these maggots involved.

My brother appeared maybe 10 minutes into the video, but he sat at the dining table and browsed through the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to, and which was delivered after I had complained about not receiving the paper the previous three Sundays.

He is no longer a fan of Christopher James, and even I am truly weary of Christopher spending every show threatening the Establishment that he will be one day soon presiding as judge in a people's court that will see masses of the corrupt jailed and even hung.

I may just stop tuning in his programme, unless he has an interesting guest to interview.

I doubt that my brother watched much more than five minutes once he was done with the newspaper, and then he simply returned to his bedroom for what was likely further bed rest.

He opportunely returned right after it had ended. I then began playing a documentary I had previously taped, but after watching it for 15 or more minutes and having to read aloud subtitles because no one seemed to speak any English, I lost interest ─ as did my brother, who seems unable to read subtitles from a distance.

So I then tuned in a 51-minute (51:26) video uploaded on October 7, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: Mosquitos | Return of the Plagues | Free Documentary History.

Even today, two million people die every year from malaria transmitted by mosquitoes, mainly in Africa.
But even in the Upper Rhine valley, where malaria was still rampant only a century ago, people have to watch out – with globalization and international travel, the cause of malaria, the so-called plasmodia, may return at any time, encouraged by the rise in average temperatures and the reproduction of the “right” type of mosquito.
The Asian tiger mosquito is spreading slowly across Italy and even into Switzerland, a blood-sucking species that has caused numerous casualties in Asia as well as in the U.S. as a carrier of dengue fever and the West Nile virus.
In the industrialized world, people are fighting this plague with state-of-the-art medication and insecticides that have as few side-effects as possible, but mosquitoes and pathogens are becoming more and more resistant.
Some promising approaches to the solution of this problem have come out of the poor African continent itself, where researchers have been experimenting with the anopheles fly’s natural enemies (robber flies and jumping spiders) and have achieved remarkable results with plants such as the neem tree and artemisia.

“… so there were lice upon man, and upon beast,” reports the Bible, “all the dust of the land became lice throughout all the land of Egypt.” (Exodus 8:18, 17)

And we finished with Odessa Orlewicz's 53-minute (53:31) interview from yesterday: Huge Scandal Outing AHS/Health Canada/MSM Corruption/Lies In This New Movie Documentary TOUR.

Hear some of this jaw dropping scandal that has caused huge embarrassment for mainstream news/Alberta Health/WEF goons/ and the law courts. You do not want to miss this story...For movie dates and locations in Canada (and a few American locations) go to https://bigpicturemovie.com and for those that I know will ask me: https://truehopecanada.com OR truehope.com for other countries.

Her two guests were David Stephan and Todd Michael Harris.

My wife had risen by this time, for it was approaching 1 p.m. Since there was no easy way to fix myself my day's first meal, I followed my brother's suit and repaired to my bedroom where I opened a can of sardines I had in stock and ate that. Then I returned to bed for a needed nap.

I was actually back up before my brother. It was around 2:30 p.m., and my wife was showering.

Just then her youngest son returned ─ he had earlier borrowed her car and gone somewhere.

It seems that he had kept a medical appointment. The 25-year-old almost proudly announced to me that he finally had a diagnosis on why he has had such abdominal pain and related discomfort for at least the past couple of months. He was told that he has quite serious ulcers, and his cholesterol is very elevated.

Well, I'm going to gradually introduce him to the fact that high cholesterol is not a bad thing; at least he knew enough that he has no intention of taking statins.

As for his ulcers and the diet recommendations relayed to him, my brother and I alerted him to the fact known to us since the 1970s that bacteria ─ I could only remember the name "pylori" ─ are frequently causative. So it may be better to treat for that than 'blanding' his diet.

My brother had emerged from his bedroom soon after my stepson and I were talking, so he got involved just before he left for the day to socialize.

Note that the rain petered out around midday, but I have no idea if it is finished.

I want to sit up this evening and watch some T.V. with my brother while having a couple of beers, but to free me up to do that, I must have an evening walk first. I plan a visit to Real Canadian Superstore for some intended lightweight shopping, but that is a 5.625-mile round trip walk.

I will travel as slowly as is reasonable in the hope that my lameness will not set back in.

Lord, it's after 9:15 p.m. ─ I have to get out of here!

A Slow Fast

When my 2:30 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded, I was not deep asleep. Even so, I seriously considered not bothering with my scheduled five-mile+ walk in favour of needed slumber.

But I rose and slowly normalized to considerable degree.

At one point I could hear what I believed to be was rain falling on a roof.

By the time I was all set to leave, my fully dressed weight was 189 - 190 pounds. And when I ventured outside to discover a thick spray of rain soaking everything, it was 3:16 a.m.

I am unsure if I would have exercised at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here even if it was not raining, but I suppose I would have ─ disheartened as I was.

I was beginning to get wet, wondering on why I had not brought an umbrella; but fortunately the intensity soon abated, and any rain thereafter was faint.

I recall nothing worth mentioning about my walk, except that there was no sign of lameness in my left lower leg and foot. By the time I was back home ─ maybe 5:10 a.m. at most ─ my eldest stepson was at work in the kitchen. He had another 12-hour day shift (6 a.m. to 6 p.m.) ahead of him at Tree Island Steel.

I came directly upstairs and shut myself into my bedroom, disinclined for communication, as he likely was too.

I want to say that it was so darned light outside that even though I could have exercised at the school playground on my return, I wanted nothing to do with the daylight ─ I just wanted to get to the security and anonymity of home.

I never returned to bed until maybe 6:15 a.m., but by then my younger brother had risen for whatever bizarre reason. I thought that maybe he had plans to go somewhere early ─ a couple of days ago he had mentioned thinking of visiting his daughter Rene across the border in Washington State.

However, he was still here when I later rose and joined him around 9 a.m. He just was not sleeping well, I was to learn.

He let me know that his girlfriend Bev was to have to need my assist in order to submit another online two-week report for Employment Insurance benefits. But because he had some sort of appointment with someone, he was going to likely be unable to bring her over. And so she was going to phone me sometime between 1:30 to 2:30 p.m. and we would collaborate in that fashion ─ the online process now only takes us five minutes or so at most.

My wife had a full workday today scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was up by maybe 9:30 a.m. and away in under 45 minutes on her fairly long drive.

My brother had watched enough repetitive morning news, so he was quick to have me put our Android TV Box to work. And so I led us off with two very short videos that Odessa Orlewicz published yesterday:

• Another Clip Showing Farmers Want Nothing To Do With Bonnie Henry's (And Others) Testing Of Their Farm Animals Agenda. Re: Leaked Zoom Meeting Of Theresa Tam/Bonnie Et All. (5:44)

Sounds like Canadian farmers want to have nothing to do with Bonnie Henry and the others who are part of the bird flu scare agenda, as per this OTHER SHORT clip of the leaked "Bird Flu Zoom meeting" of Canadian Health "Officials" that I made.

These pandemic p!mps are complaining that they are not getting cooperation from farms. Could it be the farms know the testing is a fraud and don't trust Bonnie? Another clown is drooling over how to start testing humans...I just found out who leaked this meeting, it was Christine Massey. Big thank you to Christine.

• American Fillmaker Makes Move About Canada's Justin Trudeau ( with clips of yours truly) Full Movie Airs 7pm PST THIS EVE at links in description... (2:30)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ1aSFQx_Q0

https://rumble.com/v4x8c1f-whore-of-havana-the-justin-trudeau-story-film.html?mref=vbnpy&mc=5c4rb

https://www.facebook.com/events/1488823371984090/

Then it was a 12-minute (12:12) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Russell Brand channel: Rogan Goes Silent After Terrence Howard Unloads Explosive Vacc*ne Data.

Joe Rogan and Actor Terrance Howard discuss the rollout of recent medical, often mandated, products

We finished with an hour-long (1:03:48) video published two days ago to Rumble's Deception Bytes channel: TRUDEAU'S TIES TO THREE NOTORIOUS CANADIAN SERIAL KILLERS and other news.

Deception Bytes discusses the news of the day focusing on the ongoing political scandals from a Christian patriotic perspective. In today's show we look at several timely and important news items.

My brother ducked out of the video around 10:30 a.m. in favour of a return to bed. He certainly did not miss much ─ the last five minutes or more were devoted to a couple of puerile YouTube videos that the hostess thought were worth subjecting the viewers to.

I doubt that I will select any future videos of hers, but best luck to her anyway.

I am undergoing a Sabbath fast, but today I have been drinking black coffee to keep the lassitude in check. Still, I did not want to face Bev's call without some further sleep, so I returned to bed ahead of noon.

I suppose it was around 2 p.m. that she phoned, and we got her report submitted in most speedy fashion.

The day has been primarily overcast, although at least once I noticed some sunshine out there in the afternoon.

The black coffee served its most serious purpose ─ mid-afternoon or so I was able to have the exercising I missed out on at the elementary school, and did so by substituting what is possible in our backyard tool shed. And now I feel much better about myself.

I also had the energy to gather together what I shall be breaking my fast with once it becomes dark. Since it remains light for so long into the evening now, I dare not run the risk of my brother showing up before I have eaten ─ thus, my supper is here with me next to my bedside computer.

I plan to rise at 4 a.m. overnight, for Sundays are my main grocery shopping days, and the plan is to be away by around 6 a.m. on my early hike to the Save-On-Foods outlet at Fleetwood.

Note that I was wise to have brought my supper here to have in my bedroom ─ my brother showed up no later than 7:45 p.m., so I shut myself up in this small room that is mine. I am not going to involve myself with him just so he can have shows to watch other than what he can find with our T.V.'s basic cable programming.

He doesn't know how to operate the Android TV Box. 

Since I am going to be limited to my bedroom for the remainder of the evening, I might as well deem this post as being as complete as it is going to get, for I don't see how I am going to have anything else to be writing about.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Another Downfall

Prior to leaving last evening on a walk to purchase 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) at Green Timbers Liquor Store, I drank a can of same while watching an episode of Cybill ─ episode two ("The Love of Her Life") of season four.

I wholeheartedly admit that actress Cybill Shepherd was a superb actress in the series; but despite how they were lauded, in my estimation her legs were her weakest physical feature. They did not appeal to me whatsoever.

Note that my younger brother had already shown up ─ at 8 p.m. in fact. I was just about to watch Cybill on T.V. via our Android TV Box, only to witness him crossing in front of the living room window as he evidently returned home via busing after rendezvousing with a drinking friend of his in another township.

That he would show up as early as 8 p.m. despite getting a ride with my wife to his destination well past 3 p.m. betokened to me that he must have fast gotten plastered. On these occasions when he buses, it is common for him to not arrive home for another two hours or even more.

Needless to say, I was bummed, for I wanted to watch the show and have a beer, and then leave on the four-mile round trip hike once it was well past sunset.

I was forced to repair here to my bedside computer where I watched the episode and had the beer, leaving my besotted brother downstairs ─ he had tuned in on T.V. an NHL hockey game.

Incidentally, I watched the episode at this link at OK.ru.

When my show was done, I hastily readied, for I had seen that my brother was passed out. And so it was that I got on my way unseen by him.

I accomplished my mission; and I was only seriously beset with lameness of my left leg within the last ¾ or so of a mile from my return home. But I had walked with considerable leisure.

My brother was conscious once I was back, and my wife had by then gotten home following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. However, she and I never exchanged a word. She spent most of her time sequestered in her bedroom; and I had my back to her anytime she came downstairs as I watched T.V.

My brother had given me the green light to put our Android TV Box to work, so I tuned in A Touch of Frost ─ episode one "Benefit of the Doubt (Part One)" of season or series eight.

And once it was done, my brother was okay with a sitcom, so I tuned in W1A ─ the finale episode six of season or series three. I found the episode to be an annoying cliffhanger. Did character Ian Fletcher finally make a choice of the two female co-workers (Anna and Lucy) who fancied him?

And did rather dense ever-trying-to-please Will Humphries finally have lovely Izzy make the decision to lay out her newly realized feelings for him?

I see that there are a couple of very short 'webisodes' that I might as well download to soon watch with my brother.

But enough of last night. I will only add that I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt and a can of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol), and I do not believe that I made it to bed until around 3:45 a.m.

I felt rather rough this morning. I rose around 8:15 a.m., I think. My wife was up before my brother, so I thought that she had another full day of work ahead of her.

But that was not to be. She just wanted to get away and do some early grocery shopping. Even so, we exchanged initial good mornings, and then goodbyes when she left here at 3:40 p.m. to work the latter part of today ─ she and I had no other conversation.

It really is quite sad. She was once my very best friend.

There was to never be any Sun today; and it often rained over the first half of the day.

As for morning T.V. with my brother once he was up, I am going to skip out on that discussion, for nothing now stands out and I am coming up ... well, blank.

It was not long after my wife left for work that some anxiousness set in such that I suspended work on this post. My eldest stepson was working a 12-hour day shift that would end at 6 p.m., so I decided to cram in a Christmas movie and have some drinks before he got home. An overcast day would make watching T.V. in the latter afternoon a comfortable experience ─ it becomes almost unpleasant trying to watch any T.V. on sunny days in the latter afternoon because our living room window faces directly west and sunshine floods the room. Our white vertical blinds are nearly useless at preventing the glare.

My Sabbath fast would be in effect as of sundown, so I wanted liberty to enjoy those drinks and also be able to have some supper without cutting too close to the desired onset of that fast.

My Christmas movie choice proved to be ideal ─ 2017's Miss Christmas. It had me teary-eyed through the majority of the film, featuring all of the elements I best like in such movies.

Initially I was not fussy about lead actress Brooke D'Orsay, but I quickly warmed right up to her and her Christmas-spirited character. I think that it was her enormous full-faced smile that may have first put me off, but I actually came to see it as a quality attraction.

I cannot say that I was familiar with Brooke from anything I have ever seen before, but her character's co-worker and friend as played by actress Fiona Vroom was definitely a familiar sight. Whatever it has been that I have seen the actress in before has left me feeling strong attraction for her.

One thing I like best about Christmas movies is the sweet kid of a single parent angle, and that was certainly the case with this movie. Young actor Luke Roessler's character was adorable from the first scene when he recognized the title character (Brooke) ─ a Christmas T.V. personality of sorts ─ in his town and unrestrainedly ran to her to embrace her with a huge hug even though they had never met.

The young actor was only 10 years old when this movie was filmed, so he's now 17, and probably would not play someone anywhere near as endearing. But in this movie, it was of course his character's single father who was to become Brooke's love interest.

I also want to mention supporting actress Erin Boyes, who played the sister of that male lead character. At first I was not particularly drawn to the actress on a physical level, but I came to recognize that she was actually rather appealing and worthy of lead character roles ─ I know I would like to see more of her.

I kept hoping that this movie would not pull the "misunderstanding" ploy in which the two main characters would find themselves on the verge of a 'forever' breakup, but it was there, and Brooke's character left the small town to return to the "Big City" of Chicago.

Naturally there would be the romantic reconciliation towards the movie's conclusion.

One element that bugged me in the movie was how the massive evergreen tree was never viewed by anyone as a living entity that should be allowed to live ─ even the family who owned it never seemed to have that sentiment. All that seemed important were the two sets of initials carved into it by the seniors in that family, the mother having apparently died the previous year.

Why was I the only one who saw the majestic tree as deserving of life, and not to be a one-time spectacle for crowds in Chicago to admire after it had gotten sawn down and transported to that city to be its honorary Christmas tree in a city centre plaza?

Fortunately this was not to happen because a compromise was reached whereby the tree was decorated where it stood. But this made no sense, for Brooke's main argument for taking the tree to Chicago was how it brought so much fulfilling joy to the people in the city ─ and everywhere else where the watching of the Chicago Christmas tree lighting ceremony had become a cherished tradition.

The people of Chicago were hardly going to be tripping on out to this small town to get their traditional Chicago Christmas tree fix met. Or had there been some other compromise that I failed to take note of? After all, even if the lighting of this tree where it stood was televised to Chicago and everywhere else, there was nothing in the city itself for the people to adoringly behold over the Christmas season.

So did I miss something? Was there a substitute tree that was taken to Chicago from somewhere else?

I had drunk two cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider, so quite possibly I failed to notice this crucial detail in the movie, but that was not my impression.

Regardless, the movie gave me some needed uplift, as did the drink.

I had tuned it in via the Stremio app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, so I did not need to find an online source for it. It is presently available on YouTube at this link, but it is inaccessible to me here in Canada.

Alas, my evening later went foul. And I do not understand how. How could I have become so emptied of the emotion and good feeling engendered by that movie?

Not wanting involvement with my brother once he had returned home from his daily socializing, I had shut myself up into my bedroom and feigned having retired; and I remained in that mode after my wife later came home following work.

But I was resolute and determined in my descent, and was not finally to get to bed until well past 11 p.m. ─ I do not know the exact time, but it was likely at minimum 11:15 p.m. It would have been utterly foolish to set my cellphone alarm for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for intended five-mile+ walk, so I settled upon 2:30 a.m. instead.

I need more from life than what I am having to live as my present lot is. There is nothing much incentivizing its continuance.

Donna Scrivo

X (formerly Twitter): Bill Lee

Perhaps it was no later than 9:45 p.m. last evening when I got to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for my planned five-mile+ walk.

My wife had not come home, but that is far from unusual. No one else was up.

By the time I was set to go, I weighed (if I am remembering correctly) around 190 pounds; and with my denim jacket off, 186 or 187 pounds.

By the time I was outside with what seemed a clear night sky and a full moon, it was 2:25 a.m. when I was set to go.

I had my usual stop at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, and had my usual performance in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups (while wearing my jacket): 5-2-3-2-2-2. The final pull-up between a pair of gymnastics-style rings was held for a 20-count.

The dozen declined slow, full-range push-ups were a bit of a strain to complete.

Thereafter I was mindful to not push my pace; but even so, after about 1½ miles into my walk, the lameness of my left leg set in. The musculature all along the outside and the rear of my left shin down beneath my calf, evidenced the inflammation that inhibits my foot from rising up onto the ball to properly step.

Betimes it would seem to again normalize, but never for long. It was extremely crippling the last ¾ of a mile home.

During that initial 1½ miles I had foolishly taken the five or more minutes to explore a little terrain that I have not before walked. Consequently, that loss of time added to my lame slow pace later on resulted in me not arriving back home until 4:41 pm. ─ 16 minutes over two hours, which is dreadfully bad time.

It was already weakly daylit by then.

At least I did get back to bed before 6 a.m.

I suppose that I was up again around 8:15 a.m., having earlier heard my younger brother go downstairs to watch T.V. and drink coffee.

I don't like joining him before approximately 9:10 a.m. because he habitually watches morning news shows that I not only would not choose to watch, but a 9 a.m. show is co-hosted and the two personalities very much irritate me.

Around 9:08 a.m. he went upstairs to his bedroom for some minutes, so I cut away from that show and activated our Android TV Box, lining up the movie we had only half watched yesterday.

To my surprise, he came back downstairs and announced that he was about to leave to drive his van somewhere for some manner of servicing.

Well, that left me with time on my hands, so I was able to find and tune in an episode of a T.V. series I had not heard of before yesterday ─ Snapped ─ even though it has been running since 2004.

An E-mail 'pen pal' of sorts who lives in Texas had asked me to watch the episode because she had gone to school with the subject character. The episode was season 19's episode eight ("Donna Scrivo").

She also wants me to watch a related episode of another T.V. series I had not before heard of: Diabolical. IMDb seems screwed up where this series is concerned ─ two seemingly more accurate series descriptions are here and here.

And the proper episode is at season two episode six ("Control Freak") ─ see here and here. I will likely watch it at this Dailymotion link if it proves true.

Anyway, I had just finished watching the Snapped episode, and I saw my brother walking past the living room window towards the front door. He had left his van for repair work, and would have to return for it in the afternoon.

So I tuned in the movie from yesterday ─ 2008's Garden Party. That's the Wikipedia write-up, but IMDb is more informative. I find it interesting how both websites have such a different notion of how the cast ranking should go.

The reason I had originally recorded the movie (I had it on a flash or thumb drive) was because it was Jennifer Lawrence's first acting gig. But I never even noticed her ─ nor her character "Tiff"!

I thought that the actress playing character "April" resembled an early Avril Lavigne, not realizing that I was familiar with the actress, if not her name ─ Willa Holland had been a regular on the T.V. series Arrow as lead character Oliver Queen's younger sister Thea.

If you are curious about the film, you can presently watch it at this OK.ru link.

We also watched Odessa Orlewicz's 39-minute (39:35) video published yesterday: Interview: Mexican President Calls for "EU STYLE UNION" Of Canada/America/Mexico & Alex Newman Shows Who's Funding Chaos of University Protests. It's Not Just The Usual Suspects.

Mexican President Calls For "EU" Style UNION Of Canada, America and Mexico & Alex Newman Explains Who's Funding the chaos of the University Palestine Protests - and why It's not just who you think it is... and they want civil war. There are more elite entities/people/countries involved than you probably know. I Interview high profile/ seasoned, veteran US journalist Alex Newman (as seen on Glenn Beck and many other high profile shows.) You will not see this information on the CBC. They don't want you to know where the funding for social media organization of protests is coming from... Follow the money.

Alex Newmans popular book: https://www.amazon.com/Indoctrinating-Our-Children-Death-Government/dp/B0CSLW85TL/ref=sr_1_1?sr=8-1 and his media/journalism site is: libertysentinel.org

This video ties in extremely well with a 21-minute (21:36) video that I later watched on my own in the latter afternoon that had been uploaded on May 21 at YouTube's PragerU channel: Dear Infidels: A Warning to America | Full Documentary.

Radical Islam poses a significant threat to our freedom. The rise of anti-American rhetoric and violence in cities and universities is a direct result of the indoctrination led by those perpetrating a religious war against the West. PragerU’s short documentary features first-hand accounts from those who escaped Islamic rule and have come to warn America.

There was a little more to the description, so refer to the video link to see it all. I will only declare: What a beauty Sophia Salma Khalifa is!

I cannot recall that there was anything else watched. My brother sought some bed rest, and I had my day's first meal. Then before I sought my early afternoon nap, my wife was home.

We had texted earlier, primarily in relation to a legal debt she is being pressure to pay off. But once she was home, apart from a passing greeting, we did not further communicate. She got busy preparing food in the kitchen, so I took that nap, rising later at nigh 3 p.m.

She was readying to leave soon, for she was scheduled to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Before she and I had any communication, my brother returned with his van. He and I talked for a time, and then my wife went out the door to leave for work.

My brother asked me if that was where she was going, and I confirmed. At that, he was galvanized to chase out after her for a ride, for she was to be driving to the relatively distant township where he had intended to bus to hook up with at least one of his drinking buddies ─ my brother does not like risking driving home after drinking remotely.

It requires at least two buses to get to his destination, but I suppose the trip is easier to face when he has been drinking than it is to deal with overcrowded buses right from the get-go whilst perfectly sober. Also, in the evening the buses mightn't be as packed as they are mid-afternoon.

The morning had been overcast, but began clearing up such that sunning might have been possible. But I had no spare time. And then late in the afternoon it began hazing over, and I believe that in the morning I heard that we are possibly due some rain by tonight.

I want to have an evening walk that will see me load up on 1½ dozen cans of beer, so I am going to close this post and rest my eyes awhile.

It is already nearly 8 p.m.

Last Evening's Drenching

Since it was at least 8:15 p.m. before I got away last evening, I revised my walk to be a visit to Save-On-Foods at Fleetwood, which for me was to be a one-way trip of 3.236 miles, or a round trip of 6.472 miles via the route I selected.

It was raining, but not hard, and betimes it had almost stopped.

My purchase was comprised of a dozen eggs, a litre carton of Dairyland whipping cream, a 1.75-litre tub of Olympic Krema yogourt, and a half dozen cans of Bumper Crop apple cider (7% alcohol). I forgot organic carrots, but my load proved sufficient.

I swilled one can of cider in fairly short order, and might have made that do. But about half way home I got caught in an absolute downpour.

Maybe it lasted 10 minutes, but about midway through it ─ already the fronts of my thighs were wet, and my denim jacket pretty much wet through as well ─ I took refuge beneath some evergreens. This was just before and basically next to the creek that you can see on this Google Map to the right of the intersection of Fraser Highway & 140th Street.   

I was growing cold from the rain and a wind that was springing up; and with nothing better to do as I waited, I opened a second can of cider.

By the time I was done, the rain had vastly lessened, so I continued on my walk towards King George Boulevard and eventually home.

My brother was here watching T.V., so after I dressed down, I joined him, bringing two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) from my bedroom.

It was a little past 11 p.m. by then, but he wanted to relinquish the show that he had begun to watch and offered me control of the T.V. so that I could put our Android TV Box to work. He had a noon hour dental appointment today, so he did not wish to be sitting up too late, and figured to only have time for one of our shows.

It happened to be Doc Martin ─ episode six ("Midwife Crisis") of season or series four.

However, when it was done, he was fine with a sitcom, so I tuned in Coupling ─ episode seven ("Dressed") of season or series two.

I now do not recall when I got to bed, but I expect it likely that it was after 2 a.m.

Sleeping after daybreak is generally difficult despite very heavy blinds and a blindfold, so I was up shortly past 8 a.m. My brother was already watching T.V., but I didn't join him until past 9 a.m., which is usual.

I soon enough got the okay to put our Android TV Box back to work, so I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's hour-long (1:04:43) video published yesterday: FULL Interview Version: Self Assembling Nano In Geoengineering Spray & Meat. Interview With Dr. Ana Mihalcea.

Full Interview... Dr. Ana continues her quest for truth. New evidence/slides/videos that we show, shows they are getting it into the grass fed cows (sprayed via geoengineering onto the farms) and into the meat we are eating. It is in their blood and it is in OUR blood now too. Darkfield Microscopy Of Homegrown, Grass Fed Unvaccinated, 3 Different Beef Blood Samples Shows Nano/ Microrobots And Polymers. Toxic Geoengineering Seems To Be The Cause...Also- Polymers, biosensors & smart dust and also injection via medical vaccination programs. Those agencies and people who deny geoengineering - US government is studying these modalities, so has full knowledge of them. To keep up with Dr. Ana's discoveries subscribe for free (or paid) at:

https://anamihalceamdphd.substack.com or https://substack.com/@anamihalceamdphd

Thereafter I tuned in a movie that I had previously recorded, but roughly halfway through my brother wanted some bed rest before his dental appointment, so we will finish watching it tomorrow.

The day began as cloudy, but was soon enough a mix of cloud and Sun. The Sun began prevailing in the afternoon, and by the latter afternoon probably ruled the sky.

Unfortunately, today was a bath day, so I would not have had time to sun even if the day had been entirely sunny. I realized just in time that I also did not have time to watch any T.V., so I ate my supper here at my computer while playing Microsoft FreeCell games.

I bathed after eating.

By the way, I napped quite well this early afternoon, and had a very interesting dream. However, I will allow it to fade into obscurity, for it is already nearing 9:15 p.m., and I hope to rise at 1:30 a.m. for a five-mile+ walk.

Concerning my drenching last evening, somehow my lameness seemed to leave me, and I walked with sureness. I have not felt the sensitivity about the musculature alongside my left shin since.

We shall see how I fare tonight.

I am now going to drink a cider ere my bedtime.

Discussing Fifth-Generation Warfare

It was not yet 9:35 p.m. last evening when I was into my bed, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m., but I was not to sleep all of those nearly four hours.

I resisted checking the time at one period of wakefulness; but when I was later into another, I became so suspicious that I must have failed to either hear the alarm or else improperly set it that I checked ... and it was still late into the midnight hour.

How is it that I sleep so damned poorly?

Thereafter I rested as best I could, and may even have brinked falling asleep a time or two, but finally I just decided to rise ─ it was 1:28 a.m. by then.

I took my time readying for my five-mile+ walk. And by the time I was dressed and set to go, my fully clothed weight was just about 191 pounds. That was disappointing, and explained why I believed my midsection to look especially thick early the evening prior.

By comparison, when I was stripped naked for an early evening bath Saturday, I weighed 176 pounds.

Anyway, it was 2:25 a.m. once I was outside and about to head away ... in an unexpected very light rain. The pavement was already wet from it. Perhaps it had been raining harder earlier, but at this point it was not doing so to have gotten me wet even had it rained throughout my walk.

But I knew that the elementary school playground equipment would all be wet where I had meant to exercise, so I scotched that notion. It was annoying; but I decided that I could always try a little exercising at my return. That is something I have been unable to do in my old age because I tend to be far too stiff at the conclusion of my walks.

My evening walk of Tuesday a week earlier that saw me packing home 20 pounds of canned beer now has my left leg lame. The musculature to the outside and rear of my shin is evidently inflamed, and after a time it becomes almost impossible to rise up onto my forefoot in taking steps.

And the tendon just below my right kneecap is sore ─ primarily to the outside of its connection to my patella.

Suffice to say, there was to be no hurrying on this walk ─ none whatsoever. I was not even going to rush to catch any traffic lights.

The light rain did basically cease. And so as I was returning home and cutting through the school grounds, I opted to stop at the playground. Even if it had still been raining I would have done so, and used my thin gloves if necessary. I just don't want to have them wet at the early start of a walk.

Since it was not raining, I used a bandana to wipe a metal bar dry enough to use my bare hands; and after limbering up and then removing my jacket, I very much surprised and delighted myself by hitting what have become my normal repetitions of late in the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups: 5-2-3-2-2-2.

And of course, I held the very final pull-up between a set of gymnastics-type rings for a 20-count, before performing 20 slow full-range decline push-ups.

At least all of this was encouraging, even if my damned lameness was not. I want to have an evening walk later today, so I am most uncertain how I will fare.

Note that it seems to have rained all day. Possibly not always particularly seriously, but my plan is to do some light grocery shopping ¾ of a mile or so from here on the outward leg of my five-mile+ walk and then carry those items all the rest of the trip. It would be nice to not have to contend with a drenching rain as well.

As for this a.m., it was 4:35 a.m. by the time I got back home ─ so, 10 minutes over two hours, which is a very poor pace; and I think that it was after 6 a.m. before I got back to bed.

I was probably up again something ahead of 8:30 a.m.

Despite the Canucks apparently breaking fans' hearts yet again by falling short last night in winning their very first Stanley Cup, my younger brother must not have gotten 'wasted' last night, for he was up well before 9 a.m.

I joined him around 9:10 a.m. and got the green light to put our Android TV Box to work, leading us off with this amusing two-minute video (for his benefit ─ I've seen it before): Very Funny DUI Test with a Very Talented Drunk.

Next was a six-minute (6:10) video published early today at the Substack of Dr. William Makis: VIDEO - Truth about Electric Vehicles - Slave labor in Cobalt mines in the Congo.

Trudeau’s 2035 gas-powered car ban never stopped to ask: Where will Canada get the materials to build all those batteries?

We have the answer: Slave labour in the Congo. Children are digging cobalt out of the ground by hand and our resources are staying in the ground.

That was followed by an 18-minute (18:04) video published May 17 at Rumble's The Canadian Independent channel: WATCH: Canadian fastball hall of famer left in wheel chair and in diapers after Pfizer C-19 shots.

Canadian fastball hall of famer Sam Forbes, once extremely healthy and active, is now in a wheelchair, wearing diapers, and nearly died in hospital after receiving his Pfizer COVID-19 vaccines.

Then it was an hour-long (1:08:02) video published yesterday at Rumble's Sarah Westall channel: Military and Intelligence Expert: Who is behind the 5th Gen Warfare w/ Dr. Kirshnan.

Professor of Intelligence and expert on 5th Generation warfare, Dr. Armin Kirshnan, joins the program to discuss who is behind the chaos and technocratic war we are living through. We discuss the end goals and how the deep state plays a part in the plan. We discuss how serious this situation is for all people on the planet and how awareness is key to solving the problem. The more people who are aware, the more people there will be working on the solution.

And we finished up with Inside No. 9 ─ episode two ("Mr King") of series or season seven.

As my brother said, it was extremely disturbing.

He was to have to leave in the noon hour to go and take his girlfriend Bev out on her errands, so we knocked off at 11:30 a.m.

My wife had yet another full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she left here around 10:20 a.m. ─ a bit later than customary. She was as taciturn (as usual), so I entirely avoided her.

I had an early afternoon nap, but I have not felt especially hale for it ever since. I nearly have an eyestrain-type headache behind my left eye.

It is working towards 8 p.m. at present, and there seems no rain. Perhaps I will seek to venture forth on that walk ─ I would likely have time enough to shop whilst on the return leg of the walk instead of while outward bound.

Epidemic of Fraud

I got my 5.625-mile walk last evening, but that is all I got. The Real Canadian Superstore I had hiked to did not have any Dairyland whipping cream cartons on the dairy shelves. I investigated that first before doing any other shopping; so discovering that my primary reason for being there had been foiled, I made the decision to not buy anything.

I simply left and walked back home.

Note that I had to sneak out of here for that walk because my younger brother had shown up. He was standing before the T.V. with the remote, checking out our provider's (Telus) cable guide, so he never noticed me slink past and make my getaway.

Apart from the walk, within a mile of reaching that store, I first surprised a coyote; and then a quarter-mile or so farther on, a raccoon crossed my path not too far ahead of me.

Once I was back home, my brother was still conscious; and my wife had also come home following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She remained primarily within her bedroom, and I am unsure if we exchanged a simple greeting or not.

It was nearly midnight when I joined my brother for some T.V., so at that hour when the show he had on T.V. finished, he turned it over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action.

I tuned in 1923 ─ episode seven ("The Rule of Five Hundred") of what is still the only season. A second season is yet upcoming.

I was almost gobstruck by how perfect the physiques of two prostitutes in that episode were ─ not a trace of excess adipose tissue in evidence. They were perfectly sculpted, by my estimation.

I think that the redhead was actress Madison Elise Rogers; the brunette, then, must have been Cailyn Rice. Cailyn's tummy was an incredible sight as Scot character Banner Creighton poured wine or champagne onto it ─ an absolutely devastating sight indeed!

Following that excellent episode, my brother felt we only had time for one short video, so I tuned in Peep Show ─ episode four ("University Challenge") of season or series two.

I had drunk two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) before my walk, and a further two cans during the late evening while watching shows with my brother.

Once Peep Show was done, I tuned in a current random Canadian political (federal) YouTube video that halted my brother in his tracks as he was about to go upstairs to his bedroom, so he sat down to watch it ... and was soon passed out.

Fortunately for him, it was only for a few minutes, for I would have left him there after shutting everything down.

It was nearly 3:15 a.m. before I got to bed. Yet my morning was to commence around 8:30 a.m. ─ earlier, actually. I just do not recall exactly when.

My brother emerged from his bedroom before 9 a.m., so he got control of the T.V. Still, when I joined him around 9:10 a.m., he was prompt in turning it over to me so that I could again put our Android TV Box into action.

I selected a two-hour (1:58:41) documentary on Rumble ─ the feature had been released earlier this year at Rumble's Epidemic of Fraud & Broken Truth (Official Channel): Epidemic of Fraud (Official Documentary).

Award Winning Film Epidemic of Fraud explores the bizarre media, medical, and partisan political attacks levied against a class of ancient medications, told from the perspective of a former CNN journalist and Hollywood industry veteran. Why were the people who allowed the opiate disaster to go unchecked so eager to discredit a drug that is safer than tonic water? Director John Davidson takes you into an audio/visual time machine back to 2020 to reveal the forbidden knowledge that our medical, academic, and political officials are desperate to hide from you.

The documentary concerned the complete suppression of hydroxychloroquine and its derivatives / counterparts in favour of the deadly 'treatments' that were promoted instead.

We need mass executions. There are far, far too many virtual 'war criminals' rampant in the so-called 'Free World' today.

We also watched a 53-minute video uploaded on October 16, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: Food History: The Medieval Feast | Let's Cook History | Free Documentary History.

The Middle Ages are often widely regarded as times of squalor, where inequality amongst common people reigned. However, medicine, architecture, masonry and algebra were all spawned then, and recipes recorded in the form of cook books were developed and handed down to our ancestors.

The value systems and attitudes towards, bread, cheese, meat and fish, meant that they provided identities for the consumer. Spices from far away countries, and traders of these valuable commodities heavily influenced dishes at the times. We examine the aspirations of squires, the indulgence of monks, recipes that acted as the time’s pharmaceutical prescriptions and learn about the bodily, as well as the palatal pleasures of Medieval citizens.

An entertaining five part series exploring the origins of our eating habits. Each episode reconstructs a famous meal from a different period in history, depicting the evolution of tastes, customs and world trades that have shaped our cuisine.

This was episode two of a Let's Cook History series.

My brother thereafter sought bed rest prior to leaving for the day. I had a heavy first meal of the day, and was to bed around 1:30 p.m. for a needed nap ─ my brother left during it.

The afternoon became sunny enough that I could have sunned, but I felt myself to have napped too late. Besides, I was left feeling rather unpleasant following my nap. I did not feel up to dealing with the stress of being out in the backyard and subject to the foul yapping mutts beyond our backyard fence, nor the infernal annoying flies.

My midsection seems to have rather swollen the past couple of days due to the heavy noon hour meals I have consumed ─ it is discouraging. I want to be able to strip down to shorts in the Summer to expose myself to Sun at parks, but I need to be more presentable than I feel myself to be.

I had my day's second meal ─ my supper ─ early this evening while watching FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode four ("Gold Diggers") of season four. I had a can of malt with me, but never opened it.

Unfortunately, with just a couple or so minutes remaining, I noticed my brother about to back into the driveway, so I had to shut down everything, gather up my things, and hightail it here to my bedroom to shut myself in ─ I have plans to try and get up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk, so there is to be no late evening watching T.V. with him.

I was able to watch the final bit of the episode at this link at UpMovies.net.

He showed up at 8:20 p.m., which is earlier than customary.

It is presently 9:07 p.m., so I am going to consider this post finished. I will only add that my wife had another full workday today, so she was gone this morning by 10:10 a.m. at latest.

She is certainly short and almost surly with me. It makes me the more want to be far away from here.