Where You Go

Though it may have been as late as 8:20 p.m. last evening when I left home on my hike to Save-On-Foods in Fleetwood, it proved time enough to comfortably do my shopping (the store closes at 10 p.m.). Without any haste, it did not take too very much over an hour to get there.

My receipt actually lists my checkout time at 21:45:19 ─ i.e., 9:45 p.m.

My shopping comprised a 1.75-litre tub of plain Olympic Krema yogourt (10% butter fat), a dozen 'free range' large eggs, and four 750-ml bottles of different red wines because there was a 10% reduction in price for the wine overall if four were bought.

A middle-aged Asian man ahead of me had made room for me to put my purchases on the conveyer, and said wistfully that he wished he could have a glass of wine.

I asked, "What, right now?"

He laughed, and explained that he meant that he was presently proscribed against drinking because he is undergoing cancer treatment.

He then noticed that one of the bottles was from Wayne Gretzky Estates (I didn't even realize it) and asked how it tasted?

It was my turn to laugh as I explained that I had no idea ─ "My wife drinks it all!"

That brought him to laughter.

Anyway, after he was rung out and we said our goodbyes, I wished him the very best, saying, "You deserve it."

I had considered buying some cider so that I could drink something on the way back home, augmenting the dying buzz of the can of beer I had drunk before leaving, but my load as was proved to be quite the challenge in its final stage ─ I did not require any further weight.

My brother was home in front of the T.V., passed out in his chair. However, by the time I had changed clothes and so forth upstairs in my bedroom, he had revived.

When I soon enough put our Android TV Box to work, we were to watch just two episodes of T.V. series we follow in common.

First was Riverdale ─ episode 16 ("Chapter Seventy-Three: The Locked Room") of season four.

Obviously the young women on the show are pretty darned 'hot', but sometimes when actress Mädchen Amick (Betty's ''mom") is in tight-fitting outfits, she looks voluptuous as heck!

Next it was The Outpost ─ episode seven ("Where You Go, People Die") of season two. I found myself very much impressed by Amita Suman as the Naya character ─ she quite attracted me in this episode, for her emotional acting was magnificent.

We are so very slowly moving through the series we presently follow together which has primarily been selected by me, but the process is almost painfully slow. I will not be sitting up again for T.V. with my brother until Sunday evening.

I drank a further two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) over the evening; yet when my brother finally retired sensibly to his bedroom for the night, I stupidly remained up until after 3 a.m., as I recall.

My wife got home just after 2 a.m., and wasted no time getting herself to bed without saying a word to me as she passed by my open bedroom doorway. I expect that she was likely somewhat drunk.

My morning began a little past 9 a.m. ─ I initially believed it to be Saturday.

Once I joined my brother for T.V. downstairs and again put our Android TV Box to work, we were to only watch one video. It slightly exceeded 1½ hours (1:35:40) and had been published to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel two days ago: Depopulation by Unconventional Warfare.

Max Igan tends not to have structured videos that can be given descriptions, so he does not bother, and nor will I.

Prior to that video I had sampled Rumble's A Warrior Calls's latest two related videos (part 1 and part 2) by giving the first of the set a try, but I just shut it down. I realize that COVID vaccines and the blood of their victims are polluted with unknown nano-type structures and who-knows-what-else ─ Maria Zeee has been presenting this fact for at least a year. Consequently I am not devoting an hour or more to more of the same from Chrisopher James and his two guests who can only conject because there is still nothing certainly known.

Also, I can no longer brook Christopher harping on and on about the expensive MasterPeace and FLFE products, all the while proclaiming that they are reasonably priced ─ they are not inexpensive by any reasonable calculation that is based upon my available income. As a promoter of these products, I would expect that he does not have to actually pay for them, so I would prefer that he quit devoting any of his programmes to them. Any that are so devoted are going to be bypassed by me.

Besides, as I have said before, I invested over $100 CAD for a two-month supply of MasterPeace and discerned absolutely no improvement in anything whatsoever ─ of course, I am not irrepressibly gullible like Christopher seems to be about all things 'alternative' in the health field, or New Age. Everything he tries seems to bring unbelievably vast improvements to his well-being ─ which hardly seem possible unless he began as a rotting corpse, which is not likely.

No one can see the constant escalation in well-being that he constantly claims whenever he trots out something new! You are gullible and highly suggestible, Christopher ─ face it.

Whatever.

My brother had a tryst to play pool somewhere, so he was actually out of here by 11 a.m. My wife had made her appearance not too much later, even though she was only to have to work the latter part of today, and was away by 3:10 p.m. on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant.

By then she had gotten me to take a number of photos of her with her iPhone while we were out on the backyard sundeck ─ her youngest son had surprised her with a large bouquet of various types of flowers, so she wanted to be able to post about it on Facebook.

She was also to 'borrow' $50 from me; and for the second time in just a few days has volunteered that she intends to try and pay back $500 reasonably soon.

It would be nice.

I did have an early afternoon nap today, but it did not leave me feeling at all restored.

Even so, had my wife not been home, I would have fully sunned today, for it was the first all-sunny and very warm day thus far this year. I think that she will be working a full day tomorrow; if so, and if the weather matches today's, I fully intend to get in that sunning so that I can finally have the confidence to reveal my wretchedly complexioned, sad old face, to the daytime public. I might even dare to reveal my bare arms or even my open-shirted front ... but that latter is expecting a heck of a lot.

A second count staying me from sunning today was that this was a bath day. I only bathe every four days, so having a long soak in the bathtub would go far in actually washing off the benefits of a sunning session. Thus, tomorrow is a prime start.

This evening found me hankering for an alcoholic buzz, so following my bath, I tuned in the penultimate episode ("Caveat Emptor") of Castle Rock. I had supped just prior to the bath, so two cans of Cariboo Malt were something of a treat with that very exciting episode.

I think this might be the first time that I actually found myself rather liking loony Annie.

It doesn't make sense to me why "Pop" so willingly accepted his fate in the concluding scenes ─ when his detonation failed, why didn't he just go down with his guns blazing at the lone leader of the 'cult' who had him confronted? There didn't seem to be others present ─ just the vessel that used to be his son, but no longer was.

Why surrender so pathetically when he fought so furiously beforehand, taking out many of the cult members?

Also, I am rather abashed to admit that when one of the 'good guys' got shot and immediately killed in that final invasion of their hideout ─ one of the other women called out her name, Evelyn ─ I was not able to place just who the heck the character was.

That's weird. It was as if she had just been placed into the scene to be killed for dramatic effect.

I have a wee a.m. walk intended, so I must stop blogging for today ─ it is almost 9:45 p.m.