Hearing Lots of Evil

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When my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded this morning, it roused me, and I was not at all pleased to be having to end my night. But early Sunday mornings are the only day of a regular week when I care to be venturing forth afoot to do some grocery shopping.

I wish the store opened at 7 a.m., but No Frills about half a mile from here does not open until 8 a.m. Even so, it may have been as much as a minute past 8 a.m. before I was finally on my way.

My hobble was a little more apace than usual, but it was back to the rather clumsy gait when it came to the homeward walk bearing groceries in a tote bag in each hand.

Unfortunately the day seemed cloud-free, so it was sunshine and bright blue sky the entire time. At least it was very cool, and neither going nor coming did I ever have to coincide with anyone else on the streets.

No one had yet risen by the time I was back home.

Although my younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until maybe 9:18 a.m., I was busy here at my bedside computer and this allowed him to have possession of the T.V. When I soon joined him, he had found nothing of interest to watch and so he turned it over to me straightaway so that I could operate our Android TV Box.

We were to watch just two videos.

First was an 18-minute (18:29) video uploaded earlier this morning to YouTube's Rebel News channel: Ostrich Farm co-owner breaks down after hen neglected under the CFIA's care has died.

http://SaveTheOstriches.com | Universal Ostrich Farm co-owner Dave Bilinski, breaks down after learning that the hen neglected under the CFIAs care has died.

After that we were to watch just one further video, for it was long. At 1⅔ hours (1:42:15), it had been uploaded February 25, 2018, to YouTube's Ambakisye-Okang Dukuzumurenyi | PhD channel: Gil Noble - Like It Is: COINTELPRO [1980].

Most of the video was an interview with Darthard Maurice Edward Perry, formerly of the F.B.I. You can read for yourself in Wikipedia what COINTELPRO was.

I thought my brother would object to watching this one, but he stuck to it and pretty much became hooked, I guess.

Darthard Perry was a Black man; and I am quite surprised to just now discover that he was only a month and a week older than I am, although he died February 2, 2022, at the age of 72. I will turn 76 in six days, if I'm still breathing by then.

Following the video, my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest. I heated up a most substantial and heavily spiced small pot of some grub my wife brought home from the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.

She rose during the early noon hour while I was still eating here at my bedside computer.

I think that the heavy spicing may have been a challenge for my system, for I felt rather unpleasant afterwards; but the four heaping teaspoons of instant coffee that I had ingested over the morning may have had a hand.

Before I finally returned to bed for a needed early afternoon nap around 2 p.m., my wife had already done so in her own bedroom because she was scheduled to work the latter part of today ─ she had left me a partial bowl of something she had been eating and had been unable to finish. It was sitting for me on my computer chair awaiting me while I was using the toilet, and I found a text from her asking I finish it for her.

She was gone by the time I had finished my nap.

I could have sat out in the backyard sunshine if I had taken the time and felt better than I was. Also, this was a bath day. Taking the time to sun and bath consumes so much of my day that it would have required me to skimp on my blogging.

But it's a shame to waste so much rare sunshine this late in the year.

Anyway, I have had my light supper, and now at 7:14 p.m. I am going to break from this post to watch a show here on my bedside computer and drink my last can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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I reluctantly selected The Flash ─ episode two ("Hear No Evil") of season nine.

It did prove a little more interesting than has usually been the case, but it's still overblown with all the hellishly blasting sound effects. It get so damned tiresome ─ I don't need the hearing damage at this stage of my life.

I must say that I like the new "Snow" character. But yet again, there comes a new villain with transcendent powers whose sole interest in life is the destruction of Central City and anything to do with the Flash.

ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃' big yawn!

I'm only watching the series now to be done with it. My source for the first 23 minutes was this GOOJARA.to link until the video crapped out, so I finished it using this uFLIX.to link.

The episode probably finished up no later than 8:15 p.m., by which time I could hear that my brother had returned from his public transit to the Whalley Legion to do his social drinking.

He had left me his monthly expenses reconciliation cheque last night ─ I noticed it early this morning before I had gone to do my grocery shopping. I just may try rising tonight at 2 a.m. so that I can hike the mile or so to my financial institution's ATM to deposit it. I can exercise during my return when I reach the elementary school, taking advantage of its playground.

Okay, I got caught up in a number of things here at my computer, as well as brushing my teeth, and now it is 9:56 p.m. ─ I will be setting my alarm for 3 a.m., but I must get to bed as near 10 p.m. as I can.