Trouble in Paradise

It might have been as late as 11:30 p.m. last evening before I retired to my bed, my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m.

And when that time arrived, as usual my youngest stepson was still up, and at his computer (and wearing headphones) in the boys' den area. My wife had not come home after her supposed full Saturday working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I certainly did not fare well at getting away on my shopping hike by 6 a.m., for it seems to me that it was nearing 6:20 a.m. But at least it was still dark outside.

Still, had I claimed those 20 minutes in my favour, then I would have been leaving Real Canadian Superstore 20 minutes earlier than I did, and it may have been a little gloomier than it turned out to be.

So yes, that was my destination ─ the 5.625-mile round trip hike. I basically only decided upon it shortly before I left home.

And I only bought three items ─ two of which were whims (a coconut and quite a large sweet potato).

Incidentally, when I was walking to the store, I was to hear a most unusual call from the Green Timbers Urban Forest Park. I am almost certain that it was an owl, and I heard its call five or six times, separated each time by quite a few seconds ─ maybe 30. But it was neither a barred (or hoot) owl, and certainly not a barn owl ─ I know their calls.

I have never heard this call before. And when that first call came, it was so unexpectedly loud that even a nearby woman walking ahead of me was startled and looked towards the forest for a few seconds.

Upon beginning my walk home from the store, I inexplicably found myself lacking whatever walking prowess I had earlier. I never did regain it, and not only 'staggered' more than usual, but the soles of my feet felt almost footsore.

This, too, was unusual and was bothersome. Neither was I feeling at all hale; and my eyes felt ill slept. Something had gone amiss with me just during the time I was in the store, and it plagued me all the way home.

No one was yet up, although my eldest stepson's car was gone ... but I do not know if it was here when I left home. Due to how I felt, I did not waste much time in getting myself back to bed.

Still, despite dreaming and thus clearly sleeping, it was possibly not yet 10:15 a.m. when I rose anew, and my younger brother was watching T.V. (The West Block). I joined him just ahead of 10:30 a.m., and quickly enough got his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work.

We were to only watch two videos, both on Rumble's The Official Corbett Report Rumble Channel.

First was a 48-minute (48:06) video published October 2: Japan Rising.

SHOW NOTES AND COMMENTS: https://corbettreport.com/japan-rising/

The International Crisis Summit descended on Tokyo last week to warn about the new "replicon" self-amplifyijng mRNA vaccines that are about to be unleashed like a third atomic bomb upon the population of Japan. James Corbett was there to cover the proceedings, to document the speeches, to participate in a massive rally in the heart of Tokyo against this dangerous new medical intervention, and to lecture sitting members of the Japanese Diet about his bodily sovereignty.

The second video was 24 minutes, and had been published October 3: Never-Ending Middle East Escalator - New World Next Week.

SHOW NOTES AND COMMENTS: https://corbettreport.com/nwnw566/

This week on the New World Next Week: Iran strikes Israel as the never-ending Middle East escalation continues; Norway strengthens the right for citizens to pay in cash; and a US court rules water fluoridation poses an unreasonable risk to children.

Once the second video was done ─ actually, my brother skipped the unnecessary several minutes of banter and subscription hype concluding the video ─ I was left alone to prepare myself a substantial and very nutritious breakfast, for my brother sought some bed rest.

I was still busy at my bedside computer when he re-emerged from his bedroom to go forth in his van and whatever errands he had lined up; but I was in bed for a deep nap when he returned to leave his van and head away on foot to catch a bus and go drinking somewhere.

The day has been a mix of some Sun and much (mostly light) cloud, but any desire to do some sunning is gone for this year. Besides, I plan another walk for this evening, and darkness comes early.

Nevertheless, both of my stepsons independently of one another took off on their motorbikes ─ no telling how many more such afternoons will afford riding conditions this year.

As evening approached, the urge to seek some further bed rest ─ okay, a brief nap ─ before dark, crept into my consideration, for I was still feeling well below par.

My decision late in the afternoon was to watch something and have some alcohol to help perk me up, even though I planned on sitting up late drinking with my brother once we were both back home and watching maybe a couple of the shows that we follow in common.

My entertainment choice was The Rookie ─ episode three ("Trouble in Paradise") of season six.

Darned good, I must say! However, I don't quite fathom how the island villain was able to clobber and knock out both Nolan and his new wife Bailey ─ it's not like the guy was some sort of exceptional expert at villainy. Heck, even Bailey could have likely decked the guy if she hadn't been clobbered unawares ─ which made no sense at all because she and Nolan had cameras all over the area, and this facially bandaged psychotic was operating on delusion and paranoia alone.

How was he able to be positioned to take out them both? The night was less in his favour than it was theirs, I would have to say.

No matter ─ it was definitely a dramatic and interesting episode, and I drank a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol).

Should you care where I watched the episode, it was at this Supernova.to link.

My walk is going to be the hike to Fleetwood's Save-On-Foods, an estimated 5.972-mile round trip trek. I also have my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque ($364.62) to deposit ─ there is an outlet of my financial institution immediately adjacent to the store. It's ATM vestibule closes at 11 p.m., apparently, but I will be there considerably before that!

Due to the volume of alcoholic fluid I have imbibed, I will require at least a couple of 'drainings' during my outing, but there is fortunately lots of forest along the Fraser Highway that will comprise the bulk of my venture.

It is presently 6:49 p.m., and I feel much better. The dark almost always restores that part of me which flags during the afternoon ... as often does some drink.

This is my report for today up to the present. Tomorrow's post will deal with what comes of the evening ahead, provided I am here to compose and publish it.