Karma

Shortly after I rose overnight at 4 a.m., my wife finally got home after having left to work the full day previously at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Fortunately for her, she was not to have to start work until late in the afternoon today, so she got to remain in her bedroom until after 1:30 p.m.

I never got away on my substantial walk to do some grocery shopping until 6:10 a.m. at minimum. My destination choice was the Save-On-Foods in Fleetwood. That location was chosen because I wanted to include a half-dozen cans of cider. As well, I had my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque of $355.84 to deposit, and the credit union and its enclosed ATM is immediately adjacent to Save-On-Foods.

Had I gotten away ahead of 6 a.m., on my early walk I would have gone past the nearby elementary school so that I could stop for three sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at its playground; but as it happened, I had quite a load to tote home ─ the trek home could not have been too very shy of three miles, so it was getting rather brutal towards the end.

No one was yet up once I was home, so I did not waste much time ere getting to bed for probably at least an hour ─ I was feeling pretty abused from the punishment of my walk.

My nap came to an end with a rather bad dream. I had bushwhacked my way through a brush-choked overgrown trail that made a steep, short decline and ended abruptly right where some sort of brush mowing machine was parked. Basically, the bushes seemed to end right where the machine was parked, and there was a drop of a few feet such that I was pretty much level with the cab of this tractorized mower.

A stocky possible South Asian male had climbed into the cab and was about to activate the mowing section, and he did not seem to be noticing me. So I shouted out a few times that I was in jeopardy, but was getting no acknowledgement.

I was finally able to kick the cage that was part of the cab and I yelled at the guy, to which I got a reaction ─ he ordered me to keep quiet, declaring angrily that I was annoying.

Then he fired up the machine and began advancing the blades directly where my feet and legs were. As the brush was devoured, I kept having to keep my legs elevated sufficiently out of the way, repeatedly pushing off of the advancing upper part of the machine that was above the blades, but I was tiring of keeping my legs so elevated as I kept scooting my behind up the overgrown trail that the machine seemed to be slowly devouring as well.

This guy seemed intent on amputating my legs.

In my dream, my desperation became such that it developed into a dual effort to keep trying to kick and scramble a few inches backwards, while at the same time the sleeping me struggled to pull myself from the dream.

I finally succeeded, but it seemed to take a great unconscious ─ or semi-conscious? ─ effort, and I felt considerable discomfort about the incident.

Why the Hell would I have such a dream?

I had risen to find that my brother was just finishing reading the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to, and was about to turn on the T.V.

He tuned in a men's four-man Olympics swimming relay match that saw China take the gold, beating out the typically powerhouse USA team.

Only then did he invite me to put our Android TV Box to work.

My choice was to tune in Odessa Orlewicz's 52-minute video from "2 days ago": What the 9/11 Victim's Families Asked and the 9/11 Commission Would Not Answer Or Covered Up- Interview With Author Ray McGinnis.

Most of us have gone down the full fledged rabbit hole about 9/11 and come up with our own decisions about what really went on that day.... but did you know that even the families of the victims who would not be deemed as "conspiracy theorists/factists" were left with questions that even they did not get answers to, or were just completely covered up? Some of the victims families have to live with the fact that their family member may not have been killed by Taliban terrorists....but by their own top dogs of the government. Interview with Author Ray McGinnis and the book is at: https://www.amazon.com/Unanswered-Questions-September-Eleventh-Commission/dp/1773740806 AND : https://ic911.org/journal/articles/unanswered-questions-what-the-september-eleventh-families-asked-and-the-9-11-commission-ignored-an-excerpt/

Next I tuned in a nine-minute (9:42) video published earlier today at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Women's Division Boxing Round 2!

This was Anita Krishna's second video concerning the Imane Khelif / Angela Carini match, and I felt moved enough to publish a comment below the video ─ I was the fifth person to do post a comment.

We also watched a nearly half hour video that I posted about before, but which my brother had never seen. I actually include the YouTube link in my Rumble comment, but links apparently do not become activated and thus remain mere text.

That one brought us into the noon hour, so my brother sought a little bed rest. I had a fast light meal and then pursued that nap with the disturbing dream.

My brother was still home when I rose, but he soon did leave for the day.

And when my wife rose and probably was showering, I went out into the backyard to sun around 2 p.m. ─ I expect that I must have put in about 1½ hours. My wife meantime left for work without a word to me, but at least her eldest son was home.

I did not realize that the youngest lad apparently went to Seattle ─ I wondered why there was no sign of him here yesterday. My wife let me know about him early this a.m. when she showed up.

Anyway, knowing this, once the older lad took off on his Harley and I was home alone, I was able to do my laundry.

I have plans of an evening walk ─ and possibly some further (small) grocery shopping.

In gearing up and expending some of my early evening, I watched FBI: Most Wanted here on my computer. This was episode seven ("Karma") of season four.

It was vaguely reminiscent of a Thai Buddhist mass murder years ago in Arizona ─ Wikipedia has an article about that one titled Waddell Buddhist temple shooting.

The show gave me the opportunity to drain a can each of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider and Bumper Crop Black Cherry, both at 7% alcohol. I bought the Black Cherry this morning because they had no Crisp Apple Cider stocked on the shelves, so I wanted to try it out ─ it was new to me.

As for the episode of FBI: Most Wanted, it was very interesting, and had familiar (to me) Harris Yulin as a guest star ─ I did not even need to research the actor's name, he is so familiar to me.

I watched the episode ─ after two or three other failed links elsewhere ─ on my bedside computer at this m.OK.ru link where it played flawlessly. The living room was too 'washed out' due to light reflection of the westward setting Sun through our living room window.

With that all explained, it is now 8: 44 p.m., so I am going to ready for my outing as near to dark as I am comfortable with ─ I may rest ... or possibly have a beer. That latter is not wise if I am going out after dark on a goodly walk, after all.

But I am not wise. I am a 74-year-old fool.