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Who am I?

I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of Montrรฉal.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Wednesday, 24 June 2026

Yo Soy un Hombre Sincero

This heat!

My cellphone alarm was set for 5:30 a.m., and when it sounded, I did not have to argue myself into rising ─ sleeping had been so difficult that I was almost keen on rising.

I wanted to have an extra half hour to water the front yard garden areas, for I had been growing aware that it was taking me at least an hour to discharge this chore. This morning I may not have gone out front until as late as 5:45 a.m., but it was 7 a.m. by the time I was back in the house.

My instant coffee water had meantime been on a very slow boil, so it was all ready to fix me up a mug of the brew with which to wash down an aspirin.

Towards 7:45 a.m. I performed the 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before heading out into the backyard and then the tool shed for my usual 15 minutes of exercising. It was a perfectly usual session, opening with a mere two pull-ups in the first set, and then a single repetition in the subsequent five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, with a dead hang for a 45-count after completing the final pull-up between a pair of bars.

And then came the squat work to strengthen my damaged right knee and quadriceps.

Back in the house I dished up what was to be my day's first meal, and I ate that here at my bedside computer.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until possibly 8:45 a.m., and I joined him just past 9 a.m. for our morning T.V. together. It was around 9:17 - 9:18 a.m. before he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I started us off with a 41½-minute video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Montreal Shooter Manifesto plus Carney's Condo Bailout.

Also, Keir Starmer resigns, good riddance! DR. HOFFE INTERVIEW:  
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Then I tuned in a 46-minute (46:16) video uploaded earlier today to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Professor Bruce Pardy - Is Canadian tyranny forcing Alberta's hand?

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) engages legal expert and constitutional lawyer Bruce Pardy on the degradation of civil liberties in Canada and its impact on the Alberta separation movement. As the noose tightens on Canadian individual rights and freedoms, will Pardy's "13 Articles of Freedom" be accepted as the basis of a new Republic of Alberta constitution? This scintillating discussion is of national significance and merits your attention!

When that was done, I switched over to the USB drive in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we watched more of the movie we had begun yesterday, but with possibly 25 or less minutes to go on it, my brother wanted to seek further bed rest because he desired to watch at noon the FIFA game featuring Canada versus Switzerland (Canada was to lose 2-1).

I was to spend nigh 1½ hours in bed when I sought my nap just as my wife seemed to be getting up for the day, for she never had to work. I hadn't heard her get home last night following her working the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Despite the heat, she got busy gardening. She has tomorrow off work, too, but it is going to be up to me to do another morning of watering tomorrow, for she usually takes off late in the afternoon or early evening of her Wednesdays and does not return till at least Friday.

I am hoping to rise at 3 a.m. anyway to see about having some exercise at the elementary school playground for a change, so I can just get at the watering at my return if I do indeed find myself sticking to the exercise plan.

With my wife home and my brother watching the FIFA game with Bev well towards mid-afternoon, I neither has my usual afternoon exercising nor did I do any sunning.

At this point in my day it is 3:38 p.m., so I am going to break from blogging. I will resume in the evening.

๐ŸŸซ๐ŸŸซ๐ŸŸซ

My wife ensured I had my second meal of the day; and then barely ahead of 6:30 p.m., I realized she had gone without a word.

I was free to get into my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking. I decided, though, that I would save the 3 a.m. rising until tomorrow night. Since my wife will not likely be home tomorrow, I can get into my shows and drinking earlier than was possible today.

My first show was Humansepisode six of the first season. My source was at this VK.com link.

Well, if Joe's misconduct in being unfaithful to his wife by banging synth Anita didn't quite do the job of ruining his relationship with her and his son and daughter, then maybe phoning the cops on Leo and Max ─ resulting in Max's suicide to save Leo ─ will come closer to finalizing that familial separation.

I really like this series!

Damn it ─ I forgot to note when the episode finished. Was it 7:22 p.m., maybe?

I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the episode.

My next show was The Rookie ─ episode 12 ("Spy Games") of season eight. This time my source was at TVSeries.video.

As always, a fun and dramatic episode, with a touch of the heartwarming. Another can of beer sure helped.

The feature was over by 8:23 p.m., and I soon thereafter heard my drunken brother launch into once of his extended sneezing fits that can last for two or three minutes, so he had obviously gotten home at some point from wherever he had bused to social drink after the game; this sneezing fit likely was set off because he was passed out and then began choking on his own slobber, but that's just a snarky estimation.

Perhaps I oughtn't to have, but I poured a dozen or so ounces of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler and tuned in a 50-minute waste of my bloody life. I'm talking Doom Patrol ─ episode seven ("Bird Patrol") of season three. My source was again at TVSeries.video.

How can a series that seemed to open up with such promise devolve into this pure rot? What the ๐’ป๐“Š๐’ธ๐“€'s wrong with DC? They deserve to go under if they think this is acceptable entertainment.

The piece of garbage was done by 10:02 p.m.

Crap ─ I got caught up watching old music videos on YouTube, and now it is 11:01 p.m. ─ I'm shutting down and going to bed.

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