Death Wind

I intended a visit this evening to the Shoe Company at Surrey Place (Central City) a mile or so from here, but this was a bath day. By the time I finished that lengthy and draining hot experience, I now find myself not just depleted a little past 7:30 p.m., but I no longer have the time ─ the store closes at 9 p.m.

This means that I must await next Thursday, damn it.

But I still have to have an evening walk, so maybe later I will tackle the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore in Guildford. Otherwise, I will not have qualified myself to sit up late watching any shows with my younger brother, and drinking some brews.

I had my five-mile+ early a.m. walk last night, getting away at 2:02 a.m. in a fairly light rain. I did pack an umbrella, but never felt I needed to extract it from my tote bag.

It was too wet for me to care to stop at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away early into the hike, so I made the stop as I was returning, and when it no longer mattered much if I got my gloves good and wet.

The rain kept the street people / homeless under cover ─ I saw no one except for a male / female couple sharing an umbrella and walking along the main highway when I was about ¾ of a mile from returning home.

As for my stop at the school playground, it was only for a few token sets of pull-ups / chin-ups. I fared very poorly. But little wonder. Apart from being stiff and weary by then from the hike, and the fact that I needed to wear gloves to handle the drenched equipment, I discovered after getting home that as fully clothed as I had been, my total weight was as much as 192 pounds.

Incidentally, I got back home at 3:54 a.m., so I was eight minutes under two hours.

Since I find myself with so little time to blog, I shall condense today's post.

During my morning T.V. time with my younger brother, whose daughter Rene turned 31 today, he informed me that his girlfriend Bev ─ now without any income whatsoever ─ has decided to take up her father's offer to move in wherever it is that he lives. Since I believe that he lives in Kamloops or Kelowna, there is no longer going to be any regular fraternizing between her and my brother.

He would spend several hours drinking with her most late afternoons / early evenings throughout the week, and was also seeing her earlier anytime she needed him to take her shopping or to medical appointments and such.

This will prove quite a social adjustment for him, but maybe now he will be more amenable to finally selling this house.

As for morning T.V. with my brother, I used our Android TV Box to first tune in a delightful hour-long (1:03:55) video published yesterday at Rumble's Vaccine Choice Canada channel: Dr. Samantha Bailey - The Truth About Contagion.

Dr. Samantha Bailey trained and worked as a conventional doctor in New Zealand for over two decades before a new understanding of health compelled her to leave the medical system. Since 2020, she has gained a large social media following and has co-authored the books Virus Mania, The Final Pandemic, and Terrain Therapy.

Website: https://drsambailey.com/

Substack: https://drsambailey.substack.com/

YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@DrSamBailey

Farewell to Virology Dr Mark Bailey: https://drsambailey.com/a-farewell-to-virology-expert-edition/

Book recommendation: Daniel Roytas 'Can You Catch A Cold?’

Video: Once Upon a Time in Wuhan: https://drsambailey.com/resources/videos/covid-19/once-upon-a-time-in-wuhan/

Next was an 18-minute (18:26) video uploaded April 27, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: Indian Killer: Lewis Wetzel, the frontiersman and murderer whose rifle was always loaded.

Lewis “Death Wind” Wetzel was born into the Ohio Valley frontier in 1763. His own kidnapping and the murder of much of his family by Native Americans retaliating against American westward expansion will shape his life. By 15 years old he has killed Indians in conflict on the frontier. By 17 he is doing so as a scout for the local militia. He will turn from helping his community against their perceived enemy to actively hunting Native Americans as a serial killer. His skill and patience are incredible. He is famous for encounters where he faces multiple attackers at once and is able to escape by reloading his flintlock on the run, leading to the phrase “his gun is always loaded.” An ability that must find to be nearly impossible. He rescues captured settlers and tracks Native Americans who have stolen property or attacked the community. Also hunts and Indians in cold blood. Killing as many as 100 in his lifetime and never failing to take the victims’ scalp. Wetzel is a complicated figure. He is a terrorist to one side and largely respected by his own. If you were living as an American on the Frontier, would you admire or despise him? In the video I work through my thoughts on the idea. 

Quite a number of references are included in the full video description, so refer to the link if this interests you.

Then we watched what were apparently two episodes of an old British T.V. series called The Bill, but I had them on a flash or thumb drive, yet do not recall downloading them ─ they were part of some download that is well over two hours long, so a couple more are to come. I will need to research how I came by them, but I presently have no time for that.

In fact, I must stop ─ mid-evening is approaching, so I must ready and hasten away on that outing.

By the way, my wife only had to work as of the latter afternoon today, so she was home ─ but for a midday grocery shopping excursion ─ until just past 3 p.m.