I may have made it to bed last evening by 11 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. My younger brother had been home some while, but I don't believe that my wife had yet shown up following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Once my brother arrives home, I sequester myself into my bedroom where I keep my computer bedside, so I never really know just who comes and goes.
I was to waken several times ahead of 4 a.m., and finally just decided to rise at 3:51 or 3:52 a.m.
My youngest stepson was still up; and he did not in fact go to bed until after daybreak.
I never got on my way until nearly 6:15 a.m., getting in a five-mile+ walk that saw me take several trails from the intersection of 100th Avenue & 148th Street (Google Map) that led me past the south end of Green Timbers Lake where there already were as many as 10 fishermen in view, and ultimately gained me access onto Green Timbers Way just before it ended at 96th Avenue (Google Map).
It was not until less than a mile from returning home that my left lower leg and foot started evincing that accursed lameness. I had earlier withdrawn $250 from my financial institution's ATM so that I could do some grocery shopping at the Save-On-Foods near Fraser Highway & George Junction (Google Map) approximately ¾ of a mile from home.
I ended up with a heavier load that intended, and that greatly aggravated my lameness that now also seems to involve the longitudinal tendons of the foot.
My mood was further exacerbated by having allowed myself to be gypped of $6 at the store.
My bill had come to $84.40, and I gave the face-masked South Asian woman a fifty and two twenties. Then as an afterthought to reduce the change returned to me, I also gave her 40¢ so that she could repay me $6 even.
I put out my hand for the receipt and change, but I only got the receipt. Those few moments of bewilderment were what did me in.
I glanced at the cash register and saw it displaying zeros, suggesting to me that the transaction was complete.
This also confused me.
No one else was lined up behind me, so I hesitantly began loading my purchases into the two tote bags I had brought; a heavy, distasteful sensation meantime coming over me. At that point the cashier left her station to go and chat with another female employee.
I was certain that I had given the cashier $90.40, but could I somehow have been inattentive? I did not believe so, but how now to prove it? I believed myself to be correct, but was it possible that I just failed to be attentive enough?
My lameness became especially bad during the remainder of my walk home, burdened as I was with my groceries. But I was knotted inside with anger at not just my treacherous body, but also my hesitancy and indecisiveness in making the excessive payment, and the failings of my cashier if she did gyp me.
After I finally limped home ─ my brother was just about to turn on the T.V. ─ I put away my shopping and came upstairs to my bedroom to change clothes. I also brought the grocery receipt:
Balance due: $84.40
Cash: $90.40
Change: $6.00
But there had been no change given me. I was right all along.
I should have reacted immediately when it happened, but I felt myself to have waited too long. Once the till had been closed and the cashier had moved off to talk to the other employee, there was no easy way to make my case. I would have had to create a scene if the cashier sincerely believed that she had given me my change. How could she not remember failing to do so? Unless she was deliberately dishonest, she would feel sure that she had delivered my change to me.
Naturally $6 is not a fortune, but I hate feeling cheated ─ especially when I was a grudging participant in it.
Normally my experience at Save-On-Foods is a truly positive one, but this specific experience has soured me on that particular outlet. I am considering avoiding shopping there now.
Anyway, I was not to get a rest, so I joined my brother for some T.V.
When he turned it over to me so that I could activate our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 51-minute (51:53) video published yesterday at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Canadian Health Officials Orchestrate Bird Flu Outbreak!
Join me and Glen Jung from Bright Light News we delve into an explosive leaked video featuring Canadian health officials caught discussing the potential risks and impacts of a new bird flu outbreak that hasn't happened.
Follow Glen on X Jung @BLNewsMedia
and BrightLightNews.com
Full leaked video here:
https://odysee.com/@ChristineMasseyFOIs:5/2024-05-09-Theresa-Tam-etc:9
Then it was Odessa Orlewicz's 32-minute (32:53) video published yesterday: World War 3 Talks & The Coincidence of The Deagel Military Report Showing Nato & Israel Military Budgets $$$ Obliteration Soon.
After my intro, I show media talking about the WW3 possibility, and then also world maps of military spending as per Deagel's original report for 2025 showing a complete reversal of what countries will have military budgets. Canada was left with only 3% of normal budgets. America was left with 5%. Afghanistan has over 3000% INCREASE. Governments look to the Deagel report to anticipate GDP...Was that a warning to "behave" or did/do they actually anticipate this?
Archived censored 2025 report (last checked they had taken their 2025 report down on on or around 2022 when a lot of people were talking about it): https://archive.is/Aq8oC but the actual site is still there and updated with all of their other stuff: https://deagel.com
Thereafter, I played the second half or so of the 2016 movie that we had to suspend watching yesterday ─ The Bronx Bull.
It was definitely quite good ─ my father would have liked it. I had downloaded it onto a flash or thumb drive because Alicia Witt was in it, but she only appeared at the very end of the movie as a beautiful, young singing piano player named Denise that a terribly ageing Jake LaMotta makes a pass at and then drunkenly waltzes off into the sunset because she inexplicably agreed to have supper or something with him sometime, giving him her card.
Then just as the credits were about to start, a notice appears saying that Denise and Jack would eventually marry. However, she was 62 (and he was 90!) when they married after being together for a dozen years, so she would have had to be 49 or 50 when they met ─ she could never have looked as good as Alicia did in this movie.
William Forsythe did a decent job as LaMotta.
It's hard to believe that LaMotta died at the age of 95 after the numerous head-poundings he got as a boxer over the years!
If interested, I believe that I probably downloaded the movie at this UpMovies.net link.
After the movie, my brother repaired to his bedroom for some rest. I was fixing up my day's first meal when my wife finally emerged from her bedroom for the day. She was actually rather social. In fact, she was even to repay me $500 that she owed me.
Anon she was to go off to do some shopping, so I was able to seek my needed nap at 1 p.m.
Alas, I was only abed for about a hour ─ this hardly seemed adequate. Even my brother was still home. He never left for the day until around 2:30 p.m.
My wife did some serious cooking, but she had to work the latter part of the day. However, she did not leave until well after 3:30 p.m. ─ I cautioned her to drive carefully, for she does have quite a long drive. And it was seriously raining.
I got spared this morning ─ it was only a light mist in the latter 1½ miles or so of my walk, but by the later morning it was raining steadily, and seems to have done so all day so far as I type these words at 6:50 p.m.
I want to get in an evening walk, and maybe get a very few things at Real Canadian Superstore ─ a 5.625-mile round trip walk. But I will not be heading out until nearer mid-evening. If the weather is still as it is, then I will have to carry an umbrella.
I will be wearing different footwear from earlier today, so the hope is that if I do not push myself, all will go well with my bad lower left leg and foot.
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I had myself a bit of a break ─ it had actually been pouring rain out there, and was admittedly daunting.
So I tuned in an episode of The Rookie because I wanted a drink to shore up my spirits that had descended rather low this day. So up on the roster was season five's episode 20 ("S.T.R.").
I truly enjoyed this episode, laughing aloud a number of times ─ especially over character "Randy" as played by German actor Flula Borg. In fact, it struck me that I would probably prefer to watch a series involving his character more than a lot of shows I watch. The guy is a joy.
I don't have time to comment on any of the ladies in this episode. All I will say is that I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and another of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol); so combined, it was equivalent to three cans of 5%-alcohol beer.
I'm nicely feeling it.
And wonders ─ the rain even seemed to have stopped (it is right now 8:51 p.m.), so I am going to ready and leave on that walk.
More beer to come later while I watch some T.V. with my brother once we are both home again.
Be good!
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