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Who am I?

I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of MontrΓ©al.

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

Sunday, 26 May 2024

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!

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