It seems to me that I may have heard my wife talking at some point last night, for I had gone to bed before she was home after she had worked a full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed. But if I heard her before I managed any sleep, or if it was after I had a period of wakefulness, I do not know.
This morning my younger brother alerted me that she had come home with her friend Ui, so I knew to expert this.
My morning began at 6 a.m. when my cellphone alarm chimed. I hobbled downstairs to put a kettle of water on to slow-boil, and then I went out front to water the garden areas even though the sky was overcast.
Only after that half hour chore was over did I get to enjoy my mug of instant coffee here at my bedside computer, using the coffee to wash down an aspirin.
By the way, when I first emerged from my bedroom to unplug a hose-like length of green lights that festoon the handrail of the stairway leading to the upstairs ─ we plug in this 'hose' after it gets dark in the evening so as to make use of the stairs safer ─ my wife just then emerged sleepily from her bedroom to use the bathroom. (I see that the 'hose' may more correctly be called a rope light.) But as yet I had no idea her friend Ui was sharing her bedroom.
Anyway, at 7:50 a.m. I was out in the backyard tool shed for my regular 15 minutes of morning exercising. I had noticed that there had evidently been a wee bit of rain since I had watered the front garden areas, for the backyard sundeck railing was streaked all along with some wet. This was the only time all day that I saw any sign of rain.
The exercising was only typical: two pull-ups in the first set, and only one repetition in each of the five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups to follow, and I held the dead hang at the conclusion of the final pull-up for maybe a 40-count.
Then I engaged the squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps.
As I was returning into the house and walking on the sundeck, I noticed a glimpse of what I correctly identified was likely a raccoon peeking up from the side of the sundeck ─ there is enough space under the sundeck for any wildlife of that size to hide. I sometimes wonder if it is possible they might occasionally sleep there, for there is a family of them about.
Into the house, I heard the T.V. playing, so I knew that my brother had risen to watch his news shows and have coffee. As I gathered together my day's first meal, he advanced to cautiously introduce me to Bev's discovery yesterday that she did not receive her monthly social assistance direct deposit because she was supposedly told that she has to supply a form from her 'landlord'.
My brother was of course not here when Bev learned of this, so he was as foggy as I was on what such a form might be. At his encouragement to see if I could find it online, I came across something called a Form HSD3037 ─ Shelter Information.
I had him check it out once I realized the details it wanted. The form is not long, but it is detailed. And it would clearly identify me as her landlord (the house is only in my name, even though my brother is over half owner because he put down a $40,000 down payment back in 2002 when we first got involved with paying a mortgage on our home). And since it was an official provincial form, I would be on record as having a tenant. Quite apart from this basically declaring that I had rental income, it would probably affect the home insurance, and it would likely have even more impact where property taxes are concerned.
Once he sensed the enormity of the document, he withdrew from insinuating that I help Bev out, for I suspect that he thought helping her would only involve supplying her a fake rent receipt.
She has lived here for just over 15 months now and is only here because she can no longer work nor afford rent on her own. She is my brother's girlfriend ─ not mine!
Her father is still alive and wanted her to come and live wherever he is ─ farther up the Fraser Valley, I expect. We live in north Surrey. But she apparently pleaded to my brother that she didn't want to be so far away from everyone she knew and everything she was familiar with, so he took pity and we moved her in here to share his bedroom.
In the 15 months she has been here, she has NEVER visited any of the people she could not bear to be far away from if she lived wherever her father had residence. Apart from once a week or so when she will go shopping and maybe on any other errands with my brother in an early afternoon, she just sits on the chesterfield in the living room watching T.V. after she gets up (usually in the early afternoon) until she finally goes to bed at night.
Around 4 - 5 p.m. she generally starts drinking the white wine she enjoys, and seems to go through a four-litre box in maybe three days.
Last year when we had property taxes due in earliest July, she contributed $300 ─ but if she has ever contributed to the fortnightly mortgage, then my brother is pocketing it and I have never seen any benefit.
So she has been getting social assistance in all this time, but never before has she needed to provide a form from a landlord.
Cutting this narrative involving her short, early this afternoon she approached me about printing out for her a couple copies of an HR0081 ─ Monthly Report. Then with those in hand, my brother took her off to some social services office; they returned, and nothing further was said, so apparently that resolved her dilemma.
He has since left to catch a bus to take him off so he can social drink somewhere, and Bev has remained on the chesterfield with the T.V. running downstairs.
But I am leaping well ahead in my post.
This morning after I had my brother look at the landlord's form, I soon enough joined him a little past 9 a.m. to watch some morning T.V. together.
Earlier when I was gathering together that meal, I saw the raccoon openly on the lawn. It was sporting a lot more grey that I think is usual, but maybe I just don't see enough raccoons. I called my brother to have a look at it as well, and he came just in time to see it walk to our backyard wooden fence where it climbed up to the top, and then proceeded walking along that top until it disappeared from view behind our tool shed.
As for morning T.V., when my brother relinquished it to me around 9:15 a.m. so I could fire up our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, I tuned in the two most recent videos from YouTube's AnitaK channel:
๐ So this happened...at the hands of Global News. (3:52) Uploaded yesterday.
๐ They Said I Was Drunk, I Recorded the Call. (26:47) Uploaded earlier today.
On the phone with David Brett, Editor of New West Times who published a very inaccurate and negative article about me, which he has since corrected.
This was all regarding being taken out of the Conservative Convention by Security and Police, May 30, 2026.
Link to article about me, although I'd rather not share it but here it is: https://x.com/newwesttimes/status/206...
Mr. Hundal is the Editorial News Director at Global. I brought up vaccine concerns to him but alas, we know nothing was done. He was there at the convention. https://x.com/BhupinderHundal
Next I tuned in a video nearly 48 minutes long (47:56) that had been streamed May 27 to YouTube's NHPPA channel: NHPPA Talk Forum LIVE! | Jessica Rose & Cancer Signals | May 2026.
In this timely episode, Shawn Buckley welcomes Canadian researcher Dr. Jessica Rose, PhD, MSc, BSc, for a thoughtful conversation on independent data analysis, cancer trends, and the importance of transparent safety monitoring.
Dr. Rose brings extensive expertise in immunology, computational biology, and data analytics. She shares insights from her ongoing work examining public databases and discusses what the data may be showing regarding emerging health patterns since 2021.
This episode matters. With growing public concern and personal stories circulating about unusual cancers, especially in younger people, Dr. Rose provides context on how safety signals are identified and why proper investigation matters for public trust.
After maybe 10 minutes at most, my brother complained that it was both dry and old news, so at his urging I backed out of the show.
Instead I tuned in Yellowstone ─ episode seven ("The Dream Is Not Me") of season five.
Well into the episode my wife and Ui began their day. This included doing a heap of cooking, and then the ladies sat out on the sundeck eating and sharing what was probably a bottle of red wine.
Following Yellowstone I resorted to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to watch another quarter of the video we began yesterday, so we are now only halfway through. It was at this point that my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest.
I opted to have my nap, and was back to bed ahead of noon for just over an hour.
It was soon after I was up that Bev approached me about printing out the Monthly Reports; and once that was done, my brother took her off to evidently make application.
I was torn about joining my wife and Ui, but I didn't want to encourage Ui to get me drunk ─ she loves wine, and also loves ensuring those who are willing to heartily indulge with her. It was far too early ─ I didn't want to get wasted so early.
Besides, I knew that the two would probably be leaving anon, for my wife tends to have both Wednesday and Thursday off work, and so she usually leaves us late in the afternoon or early evening to not return until at least Friday.
I wasn't inclined to have anyone drinking due to my involvement if the gals were going to be driving later. Had they meant to remain here all evening and go nowhere until tomorrow, I would have been perfectly amenable to producing my unopened four-litre box of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) and partying away the evening with them.
So I refrained from socializing with them, deeming it the best choice ─ which it was.
However, they did indeed leave together considerably before 3 p.m. Under normal circumstances I would have used my wife's vacant bedroom for an afternoon session of light exercising ─ which take about a half hour; but I was not motivated for it, not having been anticipating any such activity. Just having the opportunity suddenly thrust upon me had no appeal in the least.
Thus for the second consecutive afternoon I forsook exercising (yesterday a bath had priority).
The sky never did clear up enough to make sunning a possibility, but I never had the time regardless.
Right now it is 4:17 p.m., so I am going to take my blogging break and have a light second meal of my day before I begin watching whatever are the next three T.V. shows on my viewing roster so I can feel entitled to some drinking here alone in my bedroom. My computer is my medium for these T.V. shows.
I will return to complete the post well into the evening.
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I was not thrilled that the first show on my rotation was to be S.W.A.T. ─ episode 11 ("School") of season two. For something over the first 31 minutes my source was at GOOJARA.to, but then it crapped out and I had to be rescued by M4uFree.cx.
Danged if the episode wasn't truly gripping, for I absolutely despise school shooters ─ every one of them needs to be fatally stopped if they harm any of their intended victims. I find them intolerable.
I felt a lot of emotion in this episode, which was over by 6:03 p.m. And so went a dozen or so ounces of Domaine d'Or.
My wife texted me a little before 6 p.m. to let me know to help myself to a spicy salad she and Ui had prepared and left in the fridge.
I was much more pleased to see that up next was Humans ─ season one's episode four. My source was at GOOJARA.to.
I did not react with obvious emotion to the episode, but the synth idea fascinates me vicariously ─ I want one! I don't know what else to say.
I remember when pre-COVID I used to watch this series for an unknown number of episodes or even series, I was intrigued by it. Yet due to my alcohol consumption back then, I can hardly remember anything of the series. As for this episode, I will rate it higher for enjoyment than S.W.A.T.
I want out of my meaningless life ─ God, I hate this!
I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the episode, which was over by 7:12 p.m.
What normally would be my third and final show was The Rookie ─ episode 10 ("His Name Was Martin") of season eight. My source was at TVSeries.video.
I had another can of beer, but I feel this to be irrelevant in listing this episode as topping the evening's three for overall excitement, intrigue, and involvement. Humans was second, and S.E.A.L. Team last.
It may not have been by any wide margins at all, but often this turns out to be the sequence ─ is it because of the accumulated alcohol? I am unsure if I have ever given The Rookie top place.
Regardless, the episode was done by 8:27 p.m.
Apparently my brother must have arrived home during The Rookie. Notwithstanding, I took the time to brush my teeth.
Too early for bed, right? Especially since I have no unusually early plans for the morrow.
So I poured half full a large shot glass of Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky (40% alcohol) and tuned in The Baby ─ episode four ("The Mother") of the only season. My source was at GOOJARA.to again.
Sure, the series is weird and twisted. But I hate bloody noisy bawling, shrieking kids ─ especially having to ensure nothing but hours of these undisciplined South Asian brats whose parents and grandparents use the cul-de-sac I live in as their playground, and seeming to worship the worst noisy behaviour of the privileged brats who demand and wail endlessly while only receiving coddling in return ─ it seems to be perceived as a virtue in these insufferably detestable weest human beings from this foreign culture.
I am sometimes near becoming berserk.
I need release ─ I cannot keep on with my life. Not here, at any rate. And not as this impotent, feeble caricature that I am.
Whatever. At least the episode came in last of the shows I watched this evening, rather kiboshing the theory that each show I watch each evening becomes progressively dearer, generally, as the evening wears on and the alcohol is consumed.
The Baby was done by 9:45 p.m.
At present it is 10:13 p.m., so I am going to publish this post and commence shutting down everything on my computer that requires it before I do the same for this device.
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