Family Affairs

It seems to me that it was around 5:22 a.m. this morning when I checked the time and then rose for the morning. First of course was the chore of watering the front yard garden plants.

Then it was off to the backyard where eventually I finished exercising in the tool shed ─ everything was as what has come to be normal.

That is, I led off with the 31 full flat-footed squats to exercise my damaged right leg: 20 assisted squats, 10 unassisted squats, and the one unassisted that I held in the squat position for a 100-count.

I afterwards needed to limber up further before finally daring the first of six sets of chin-ups and pull-ups: five and two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and two chin-ups in the second two sets; and two pull-ups in each of two sets performed between a pair of bars. The hang of the very last pull-up was held for a 50-count.

My self-assignment a while later was the half-mile walk to Synergy Rehab to pay the $25 still owed for a physiotherapy visit I had there two Thursdays ago ─ the full cost was $125, but my extended health care covered $100.

Synergy Rehab opens at 8 a.m., but it was already maybe five minutes past by the time I left home. At least I held true and went.

I paid the debt, and then shopped at No Frills very close by in the same plaza.

It was going to be a sunny day, but it was not overly warm as yet.

I only had the one physiotherapy session. I had hoped for some sort of very aggressive attention to the damaged area of my knee ─ specifically, the quadriceps muscles where they attach to it. But the physiotherapist only had me try out a half dozen banal exercises that she instructed I try at home for a week before making an appointment to return.

I see no need to be paying $25 just to be given exercises to try out at home ─ especially boring ones.

Anyway, no one was yet up when I got back home with my groceries.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom a little later after I had settled here at my bedside computer. After he was watching T.V. for some time, I went downstairs to join him.

When eventually he turned the T.V. over to me so that our Android TV Box could take control, I began our viewing with a nine-minute (9:17) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Ozzy, Hulk Hogan & Malcolm Jamal...they always go in 3's.

So many losses, so young. Why do so many celebrities dies in threes? Plus I reminisce about Ozzy Osbourne, Hulk Hogan and Malcolm Jamal Warner from the Cosby Show.

I had heard that a Hulk Hogan somewhat lookalike superfan (Roddy Hogan) had died several days ago, but this was news to me that the actual Hulk Hogan had also died soon after.

The next video I tuned in was 22 minutes (22:47) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's World Alternative Media channel: BREAKING: THEY'RE SPRAYING MRNA ON YOUR FOOD? - Moderna Plots Mass Poisoning Of Food Supply!

Josh Sigurdson reports on the plot by the architects of Moderna's mRNA vaccines to spray RNA on crops which would biologically change the plants and potentially make them more poisonous for human consumption.

This plot comes from Flagship Pioneering, Moderna's parent company which plans to use AI-generated RNA libraries mirroring the same mRNA platforms used in Moderna's covid injections to target plants that we eat. This mimics EcoHealth Alliance's plans to aerosoliE biological agents over human populations and interestingly as we've reported before, Yale had come up with nasal spray mRNA "vaccines" years ago which we've theorized has already been used on the population.

Then there's the PREP Act which grants the US government the authority to spray experimental drugs or inject people under the guise of "emergency."

The University of California wrote many years ago about the goal to create mRNA lettuce among other fruits and vegetables. As has the University of Mexico City.

Recent updated articles from April this year in Nature Magazine talk about covertly giving people mRNA or modRNA through lettuce.

Then there's the already established idea of injecting animals with mRNA, modRNA or saRNA which there has already been found traces of in meat at grocery stores. Now, with massive shortages of meat as well as the Bird Flu fearmongering, we could see serious consequences.

They want to force this on us one way or another. Without us knowing or via emergency orders and technocratic ration based systems.

We are facing true evil.

Then back to YouTube it was a 35-minute (34:59) video uploaded July 23 to its Yanasa TV channel: Farms "SUDDENLY ILLEGAL" Oregon Shutting Down Thousands Of More Small Farms "WE WILL NOT SURVIVE".

In a state that prides itself on sustainability, food justice, and local resilience, Oregon’s regulatory trajectory tells a different story—one of mounting pressure on the very farmers who uphold those values. From water rights crackdowns and confined animal feeding operation (CAFO) overreach to the most recent overhaul of farm stand rules, small farmers across Oregon are sounding the alarm. The pattern is clear: small farms are being regulated out of existence.

While policymakers claim to be preserving farmland and public resources, the cumulative effect of rulemaking has disproportionately harmed those operating on the smallest scale—those growing for farmers markets, CSA shares, school visits, and agritourism. This report examines the web of recent regulations suffocating small agricultural enterprises in Oregon and offers a detailed analysis of the farm stand rules that may deliver the final blow for many.

We finished up with Lawmen: Bass Reeves ─ the single season and series finale episode ("Part VIII"). And that is that!

My brother sought bed rest, and I was soon enough into my own bed for a nap, since there would be 1½ hours of sunning in the afternoon. As it happened, I began at 2:40 p.m. and officially called it quits at 4:10 p.m.

My wife had a full workday today, and had emerged from her bedroom somewhat ahead of 9:30 a.m. to commence her readying. She was probably away on her rather long drive very soon after 10 a.m.

When she was home in the latter evening yesterday, I had opened my bedroom door so that she would know that I was still up. She proved to be quite social.

One thing further relating to yesterday ─ my weigh-in while stripped naked for my bath. I registered right around 176 pounds.

Okay, time now for a blogging break. I've had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, but I have not eaten anything yet today. I want to have a sensible supper and then watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). Right now, it is 6:54 p.m.

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My first show was Too Close to Home ─ episode two ("A Family Affair") of season two. My source was this uFLIX.to link. The episode was intense ─ lots of build-up towards what ought to be several clearly explosive outcomes.

The episode probably ended around 8:15 p.m., and I found that my brother was home from his daily outing to socially drink.

Darn, there are some nice-looking ladies in this series!

I don't plan to get up any earlier tomorrow than I did this morning ─ I am only intending another grocery shopping venture to No Frills when it opens at 8 a.m.

So I watched another show. This time it was Severance ─ episode seven ("Chikhai Bardo") of season two.

Although I have been affected by the unusual beauty of actress Dichen Lachman ─ whose name I can never recall ─ since her stint in the T.V. series Dollhouse, she has never seemed so genuine to me than in this episode, although Dollhouse was quite close.

The episode was a very involving trip, and one further can of beer was sufficient. And again, my source was a uFLIX.to link.

Before it was done I noticed that my wife was seemingly home.

I am going to publish this post and open my bedroom door for a time before finally calling it a night ─ it is always possible that my wife has something of import to share with me.

'Tis now 10:25 p.m.