"Re-Education"

I stalled going to bed last evening until just after 10 p.m., hoping that my wayward wife would respond to my text that I was going to have to bring her youngest son (25 years old) in on the mortgage debacle if she did not respond about supplying the shortfall she had promised to cover when she imposed upon me the surrender to her of $500 from that fund.

Her eldest had retired for the night, for he apparently had a 6 a.m. 12-hour day shift in store.

The mortgage was due today, and she knew it, but I suspected that she was out partying. I have since seen on her Facebook that she was attending the birthday celebration of one of her friends.

She finally did text back:

I transfer soon

We still have time before midnight

She also supposedly knew that I had wanted to try and be to bed by 9:30 p.m. because I intended to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk.

So I went to bed, hoping for the best possible outcome.

Eventually I did manage to fall into some sleep, and I was having a dream that happened to involve two former married (to one another) co-workers. Angela was saying something to me, and then her voice peculiarly transformed and became my wife's subdued Thai-accented English.

I quickly became conscious that I was hearing her speaking in somewhat muffled fashion to her youngest son in the hallway outside my bedroom door, so it was obvious that she was now home.

I sat up and checked the time ─ it was 11:56 p.m.

Midnight and mortgage day had not quite arrived, so I decided to check my E-mail and see if there was an E-transfer notification from her. But in turning on my bedroom light, I saw that she had slid a note under my door:

I did E-transfer $400

And she gave the required answer I was to use to whatever question had been posed to validate me.

I got the money transferred to the account where the mortgage would be debited from, and transferred over something like $80 of the $113 I had in another account. This put the balance for the mortgage about $2.50 over what was required.

I later received a notification that arrived at 7:23 a.m. that the account with the mortgage had dropped below $100, so I knew that the mortgage must have been withdrawn.

However, last night after doing the transactions, I then went back to bed and again hoped for the best ─ I would be rising in less than 1½ hours to ready for that walk, no matter how tired I would be feeling.

When that time arrived, I was indeed tired, but I have been in worse shape.

Only my youngest stepson was up, but he was at his computer in the lads' den area and talking with his headphones on ─ he was never to be privy to my departure.

Once I was fully dressed to go, I weighed myself with my jacket off ─ possibly a tad over 185 pounds. This was not good news, for within about a week I had accumulated five pounds of undesired weight.

It was 2:06 a.m. once I was outside the locked front door and in the very chill, moist nighttime air with a bright moon in the sky.

About three or so blocks away, there had been no resurrection of will nor confidence of my ability to dare the usual exercise stop at the elementary school playground, so I just continued on in the hope that at my return, maybe I could manage some semblance of activity there.

I recall nothing of note about the rather dreary walk ere my return to the school. Initially I had thought to just essay three token sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and then a set of decline push-ups.

And I would be wearing my jacket as well as my thin gloves, for the equipment was wet with dew or condensation ─ I had no driving determination to attempt my maximums. This would just be a token session, after all.

I felt stiff in the first set of pull-ups, managing just three. And I was down a repetition in the next three sets. So: 3-2-2-2-2-2.

The middle two sets were chin-ups, and the final two sets were pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings.

I felt heavy. And of course I was ─ my somewhat long denim jacket added weight to my excessive body weight as displayed earlier at home.

I attempted to hold the very final pull-up on the rings for a 40-count, but I could only manage to exceed a 30-count ─ maybe 35, but it was likely rushed.

Even the decline full-range push-ups were a fail ─ it was all I could manage to perform 10 in my jacket.

But considering that I came close to not even exercising, I did feel some ease for the full performance.

It was 4:06 a.m. once I was back outside the locked front door, so my walk had been exactly two hours. And I believe that I was back to bed just past 6 a.m.

I suppose that my morning commenced around 6:15 - 6:20 a.m., by which time my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. However, as usual, I never went downstairs to join him until just past 9 a.m.

Upon being invited to put our Android TV Box to work, I led things off with a short (2:53) video published September 12 to Dr. William Makis's Substack: VIDEO - Alberta politician, UCP MLA Jennifer Johnston is forced to undergo "re-education" by an abusive far left extremist in order to be "allowed back" into UCP Caucus.

Her name is actually Jennifer Johnson, and I thought that she conducted herself fabulously under the wrong-headed imperious interrogation by the guy calling himself "Victoria". At first I didn't even realize that it was "Victoria" Buscholtz speaking ─ I thought that there was some man moderating or part of a ZOOM or some such call, and it was this unseen fellow that was speaking.

Dear me.

Next was a 59-minute (59:12) video that was audio-only, and had been published earlier today at Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Dr Joel Wallach's Deadly Recipe Lecture 06-Oct-2013.

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When I realized that it was only going to be audio, and that it was from an event back in 2013, I almost cancelled out of it. However, my brother did not object at any point, so I let it play through.

I do not entirely agree with all that was stated, nor did my brother, but it had a lot of excellent basic advice. It is unfortunate that the doctor had no views on vaccines in his presentation.

We finished our viewing with the last half or so of a video we had to break from yesterday due to my brother's want of time. I had previously downloaded it onto a flash or thumb drive.

My source was 1¾ hours (1:46:37) and had been published on October 24, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Kidnapping Of Jaycee Dugard.

On June 10, 1991, in Meyers, California. Dugard was 11 years old when she was abducted from a street while walking to a school bus stop. Searches began immediately after Dugard's disappearance, but no reliable leads were generated. Dugard remained missing until 2009, when a convicted sex offender, Phillip Garrido, visited the campus of the University of California, Berkeley, accompanied by two girls, now known to be his daughters, on August 24 and 25 that year. The unusual behavior of the trio sparked an investigation that led Garrido's parole officer to order him to take the two girls to a parole office in Concord, California, on August 26. He was accompanied by a woman who was finally identified as Dugard herself.

Phillip and Nancy Garrido were arrested by police after Dugard's reappearance. On April 28, 2011, they pleaded guilty to kidnapping and assaulting Dugard.

There is one segment of the documentary in its second half that seemed to be an entire repetition of possibly the very first segment, so my impatient brother had me jump past it. This duplicated segment might have extended the documentary from 1½ hours to its 1¾ hours.

Jaycee sure was a darned cute young girl!

I was hoping to learn that one or both of the Garridos had since died, but apparently both yet live.

My brother sought some bed rest after this video. I had a meal meantime, and I believe that I had still not pursued a nap before he left in his van on whatever business he perceived himself to have.

I was back in bed before my wife had yet risen.

When I rose anew, I thought that it might be much later than it was; it was only a bit past 2 p.m. My wife was downstairs in the kitchen, and still in her housecoat.

Then my brother returned, and was soon to set off for a bus to eventually visit a pub where he usually rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies.

My wife had to work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and so fairly soon after 3 p.m. she was away on her fairly long drive.

Had she not been home, would I have sat out in the backyard following my nap? I am unsure; but I do not see why it matters, since she was indeed home. This was a bath day, so taking any time to get a half hour to 45 minutes of (mostly ─ there were some clouds) sunshine with the burden of blogging still before me, as well as an intended evening five-mile+ walk, made the idle time outside seem unfeasible.

Anyway, I have managed to dawdle away my afternoon and evening, and now it is 8:25 p.m., and my brother has been home since just after 7 p.m. ─ apparently none of his drinking buddies showed up.

I must ready and get that walk done so that I can sit up afterwards watching a show or two with my brother while enjoying at least two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I wish that I was better at budgeting my time!