Just a short time ago before commencing this post, I sent off an E-mail to The Province as a follow-up to their April 21st response to a complaint I had lodged that day (a Sunday) that for the second consecutive such day, there had been no delivery of my Sunday-only subscription for the newspaper.
This was my original complaint:
Today (April 21, 2024) is the second consecutive Sunday that our newspaper was not delivered. We only have a Sunday delivery subscription, so this failure is not difficult to notice! Once was negligible, but not two deliveries consecutively.
They had replied that same day:
Our apologies.
We have credited your account for the missed paper by extending the term and advised the Distribution.
Please let us know if this issue is not resolved.
Thank you,
Postmedia Subscriber Services
Well, the following Sunday (April 28) there was a newspaper delivered.
However, today is the third consecutive Sunday since that time, and not one of those days has seen a deliver of the newspaper. So I felt it necessary to complain again as my follow-up.
I don't know what's going on with the courier. Too many other concerns in life impinging upon his or her effective memory?
If I get a response back before publishing this post, I will include it.
As written in yesterday's post, I had retired last night with my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. ─ I believe that it may not have been too much after 11 p.m. that I got to bed.
I also believe that by maybe 3:15 a.m. I was sufficiently awake to be curious on the time; but after checking it, I decided to make best use of what remained before the alarm, and seek to lapse into whatever further sleep might be possible.
I think that I did manage to submerge into two states of some dream time, so obviously I at least managed some napping. And when I became aware that my alarm was chiming, a check revealed that it was 4:02 a.m. by then.
The chime is not loud. And it seems the norm with me now that my left ear blocks up whenever I lie upon that side. This of course happened last night, so when I turned over onto my right side and had my 'good' ear buried into the pillow, my blocked ear was the one I was relying upon to hear the alarm.
It did not exactly do a bang-up job.
I think that this ear issue has been recurring now for several years. Sometimes it never seems to completely unblock after I am up ─ not for a few hours, at any rate.
It was to happen that I did not manage to leave on my hike to do some grocery shopping until at least 6:15 a.m., I would venture. But that was not concerning.
My financial institution has a branch immediately beside the Fleetwood location of the Save-On-Foods I was bound for, so I was going to withdraw $300 from my chequing account in order to accommodate my shopping. It was not until I was actually at the pair of ATMs ─ located just within a set of doors that allowed entry into a vestibule that is almost like a cell, for one has to enter a further set of doors to get into the institution itself ─ that my vision rehearsed what I thought I might have scanned without paying attention on a sign outside the doors.
So as I exited the ATMs vestibule, I looked again at the sign: sure enough, it declared that the vestibule only allowed access to the ATMs as of 6 a.m. each morning.
I never took note of just when access ceases at the end of each day, but clearly overnight there is no opportunity at that branch's ATMs to withdraw any money. I can make such withdrawals at a branch about ¾ of a mile from home, for it has two ATMs outside of its doors; whereas this Fleetwood branch is over two miles from where I live. I do not drive, so I am most relieved that I made this discovery when I did, and did not have to suffer the rather brutal learning experience of visiting that location in the wee a.m. hours before 6 a.m.
The morning was mostly overcast, but sometimes there was spitting rain from enormous drifting black clouds. Due to a weakened ability to walk that I have been writing about since last Tuesday evening's ordeal lugging home 20 pounds of canned beer, I only pushed my pace a few times when I had to accommodate some vehicle at an intersection.
Evidently my purchases were more of a burden than initially they seemed, for that last mile home found me growing lamer and lamer ─ especially my left leg. I basically lost much of my ability to rise up on the ball of that foot, which is a major disability in walking up hills ─ try walking uphill without rising onto the forefoot of even one foot!
I want to get out again this evening on a different shopping excursion ─ a 5.625-mile round trip. So I am going to ensure I purchase little to have an overall weight that will be essentially negligible.
I hate this! I thought last Tuesday's challenge was going to help make me stronger, but it has only bloody broken me down, and now I am the worse off for it. Life can truly suck big time!
Anyway, this morning I was back home to find that my wife was up (I may have gotten back no later than 8:30 a.m.), but remaining in her bedroom with the door only partially open and her bedroom light off. She did emerge once and issued a quiet good morning as she passed by my open bedroom doorway on her way downstairs, but she did anon return to her bedroom and close the door.
She must have only been having early-morning difficulty sleeping. She had a full day of work scheduled for today at the Thai restaurant, and normally gets up around 9:30 a.m. to begin readying. This morning, she did not re-emerge from her bedroom until something like 9:50 a.m., and was likely on her fairly long drive by 10:15 a.m. at very latest.
My brother didn't emerge from his bedroom until just about 9:30 a.m., by which time I had full control of the T.V., for I never bothered to seek any bed rest following my outing.
While I was awaiting him, I watched and thoroughly enjoyed a 10-minute video uploaded April 21 two years ago to its Jesse James West channel: Training W/ A Female Giant.
Personally, I think Stefania Totolo is beautiful and has a magnificent body, despite her unusually deep voice. But I don't see how ─ with his heavier musculature ─ that with only being three inches shorter than her, she actually weighed 10 pounds more than him.
According to the video, she is 6 feet 2 inches and 190 pounds. He is 5 feet 10 inches and 180 pounds.
It just doesn't seem possible to me that a muscular woman only four inches taller than a bodybuilder man could outweigh him by 10 pounds.
Anyway, after that I used our Android TV Box to tune in two videos recently published at the Substack of Dr. William Makis earlier today:
Then I tuned in a very short (1:49) video added today to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: No jab, no job in BC! Supreme Court is corrupt to the core.
BC continues to be the epicenter of crazy and that's saying a lot, because this is not the Canada I grew up in anymore.
The questionable judge is Simon R. Coval ─ I will not diminish the meaning of the word by adding any such title as "Justice" to the man's name.
Next was a one-hour (1:03:51) video published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Lawsuit: Moderna Vaccine Puts Mother In Wheelchair Then Offered Euthanasia -FULL INTERVIEW VERSION.
This is the FULL version.
https://donorbox.org/operation-kayla Canadian mother is suing Moderna after the Canadian Liberal Government abandons her for 2 years so far with not a cent....but offers help to k!ll her 3 times in a humane way. SOS from Canada. Please share this information widely. Please share and SUBSCRIBE for updates about this lawsuit/story. *If you would prefer to share the SHORTENED version with the most important clips...the next video is the short version to share with friends and family.
This was an excellent interview ─ I found myself really liking Kayla Pollock. Often I wish I had the ability to channel the healing power of God and work miracles on the sick and dying, but of course I do not.
After that came a 30-minute (30:54) video uploaded back on December 20, 2015, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Egypt: The Book of Thoth - Secret Teachings.
Book of Thoth is a name given to many ancient Egyptian texts supposed to have been written by Thoth, the Egyptian god of writing and knowledge. They include a text that is known and has been translated, many texts that were claimed to exist by ancient authors, the emerald tablets of Thoth, and a magical book that appears in an Egyptian work of fiction.
Please refer to the video link, for the actual description was far longer. We had already watched most of the video a day or two ago, but it seems to me that it was actually a compilation of three shorter videos.
We finished up with a 54-minute (54:40) video published back on July 8, 2019, at BitChute's Adaneth channel: Egypt's Golden Empire | Warrior Pharaohs (Episode 1).
A History Documentary of PBS Empires series in 2001 narrated by Keith David.
Built by men and women of astonishing ambition, Egypt is renowned for being one of the first empires in the history of the world. "Empires: Egypt's Golden Empire" outlines the 500-year process of creating the nation, beginning in the 16th century B.C. Through remarkably well-preserved letters and personal accounts, this documentary tells the stories of Ahmose, Hatshepsut, Tutankhamen, and many of the country’s great rulers and ordinary citizens who helped to build the cities, temples, tombs, and technology that made this empire great.
Episode 1: Egypt was occupied by foreigners except for a narrow strip of land around a town called Thebes. The capital and its royal family had fallen on hard times. But one local family was determined to revive it--the king of Thebes and his two young sons Ahmose and Kamose, who became freedom fighters, liberators of Egypt. Through enormous struggle, hardships and personal tragedy, the enemy Hyksos was expelled, and Egypt was finally reunited. But their successor, Hatshepsut, put Egypt in jeopardy because she was a woman and declared herself pharaoh, breaking 2,000 years of tradition. She had stolen the throne from her stepson, Tuthmosis III. He would have to wait 20 years before he ruled Egypt. When he came to the throne, Tuthmosis was determined to remove the record of his stepmother from history. In a massive battle at Megiddo--the site of biblical Armageddon--he revealed himself as one of the greatest war generals.
By then I believe it was something like 12:45 p.m. ─ I hadn't expected my brother to want to watch T.V. that long. I was having to struggle to keep my focus from drifting, for I was growing rather sleepy.
Even so, my brother had his bed rest, and I a large first meal of the day; I still had not lain down when my brother rose and left for the day after 2 p.m.
By then it had grown quite sunny outside, but sunning was out of the question ─ I needed to nap.
I was in bed till after 4 p.m., and was even then reluctant to rise.
In need of some inspiration, early in the eve I watched DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode two ("The Need for Speed") of final season seven. With it, I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).
These last two seasons of this series, I have come to love it so very much ─ such a shame it will come to a finish. The cast were exceptional.
I have to get ready and get out of here ─ my destination store over 2.75 miles distant closes at 11 p.m., and it is already nearly 9:15 p.m., so I have no time even for a proofread.
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