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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).

Wednesday, 25 September 2024

Change Partners

Last evening's five-mile+ walk began around 8:30 p.m., with only my youngest stepson home. Fortunately, I cannot recall anything of significance about it ─ almost always the best kind of walk. However, at one point as I was walking a major Green Timbers Urban Forest Park trail (Cedar Trail), I wondered if I might be hearing a trickling of water in some tiny creek that I knew nothing of, but anon I concluded that it had to be imperceptible fine droplets of rain.

I was practically home when I thought for the first time that maybe I did feel a very few fine droplets.

My younger brother was home by this time and watching T.V., so I dressed down upstairs in my bedroom and had reasonably soon joined him.

Ere long he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, and I led things off with the first of two videos.

It was A Touch of Frost ─ episode two ["Mistaken Identity (Part Two)"] of season or series nine. This was also the season or series nine finale episode, for there were only two episodes.

Excellent entertainment, as always!

Then it was Edgar Wallace Mysteries ─ specifically, July 1965's Change Partners. It kept us interested.

I could not easily find a working link for Change Partners in the streaming apps that I have downloaded in our Android TV Box, so I resorted to a browser app and we watched the hour-long feature at this link at OK.ru.

My wife had come home during A Touch of Frost. I am presuming that her pay was finally directly deposited that day.

My monthly pension was directly deposited today, but I never went online to look for it until into the noon hour, I believe ─ even though I was up last night until probably at least 2 a.m. Over the course of the evening's T.V. with my brother, I had drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

When I did go to bed, my youngest stepson was likely still up.

By the way, it was raining steadily when my brother had retired to his bedroom last night, and it likely rained the entire night through and much of today ─ if not all day.

Also, when I got home from my evening's walk, my brother indicated that he had indeed left me the house keys he had gotten cut on my behalf early yesterday afternoon ─ he had laid them on the microwave, a device I only ever rarely involve myself with.

When he had offered to get the keys cut for me, he figured $5 would be sufficient, but I compelled him to take $10 from me.

Well, when two keys were cut, the locksmith or whomever my brother dealt with announced that with taxes the charge came to $9.99! So my brother joked with the guy to "keep the change". Since pennies are no longer in circulation, the tab would have been $10 anyway.

This morning, I believe that it was almost 8:30 a.m. when I rose. My brother had just gone downstairs ─ I heard him pass by my bedroom while I was dressing.

I waited until just after 9 a.m. before joining him at the T.V., getting the okay to start operating our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a 10-minute (10:20) bit of sensationalism published yesterday at BitChute's WIL PARANORMAL channel: MICHELLE (DRAG QUEEN) OBAMA RAPES JUSTIN BIEBER AT DIDDY'S PARTY - KAMALA LOSES KEY STATE.

I'm not going to reproduce the video description ─ go there if you are interested.

Next were two fairly short videos published at Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel:

Join us tonight at Westwood Community Church in Coquitlam with special guests, Mattias Desmet and Jim Ferguson. It is going to be an amazing night full of information and inspiration.

New link for epic event with Dr. Mattias Desmet, author of The Psychology of Totalitarianism, Jim Ferguson from the UK on what’s coming to Canada and Dr. Bryan Ardis, author of Moving Beyond The COVID-19 Lies. Tonight in Calgary - Tuesday night in Winnipeg.

Then, despite it being far too long to watch at over four hours (4:04:36), I tuned in a video streamed two days ago at Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: Sen. Johnson Roundtable: “American Health and Nutrition: A Second Opinion”.

Senator Ron Johnson and a panel of experts provide a foundational and historical understanding of the changes that have occurred over the last century within public sanitation, agriculture, food processing, and healthcare industries which impact the current state of national health.

We concurred about suspending the video a little before its first 1¼ hours ─ just as Dr. Casey Means was being introduced. Maybe I will ask my brother tomorrow if he wants to continue with the video ─ it was certainly enjoyable enough. I didn't know Jordan Peterson has a daughter named Mikhaila ─ despite her past health issues, she is just beautiful!

We watched one further show: The Adventures of Robin Hood ─ specifically season one's episode eight ("Queen Eleanor"). I had previously downloaded the episode onto a thumb or flash drive. Unfortunately as I reported in yesterday's post, my BitChute source no longer exists ─ the account has been removed.

If interested, though, the series is available here at this RerunCentury.com link.

After my brother returned to his bedroom for bed rest, my wife rose for the day and soon went off to tend to some errands, including some grocery shopping. She had asked that I not lock the front door, for she did not have her house key. I did not seek to learn if it had been lost, or was just not being taken.

This was to stall my nap because both of her sons left, one after the other. And my brother spent far more time than usual resting, for he would be leaving afoot to catch a bus ─ no errands to be run first with his van. If I was having my nap when he left, he would have locked the front door.

Thus I was still un-napped by the time my wife had returned quite early in the afternoon.

Towards 2 p.m. I pointedly asked her if she would be having to go to work later; and upon learning that she had the day off, I announced my intention of the nap, and smartly shut myself up into my bedroom, remaining abed until 3:30 p.m. ─ it was quite a good nap.

I have whiled away the afternoon primarily working on this blog, but from time to time involving myself in other distractions. And so on into the evening.

Had my wife not been home, I might have dallied with a T.V. show and had a beer, but I have contented myself with diverse occupation here at my bedside computer.

I have a wee a.m. five-mile+ walk intended overnight, so I must get to bed in short order ─ it is already 9:31 p.m., and my brother has arrived home from wherever he had gone to drink.

Incidentally, my wife had prepared a very tasty pasta supper ─ it can be good having her home. I just pray that she does not waste her pay ─ I have not yet declared that she is not to be abusing me for any further hundreds of dollar each and every month, for I cannot bear the impoverishment any longer.

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