I have been republishing a selection of posts from my private blog that the platform’s censors took upon themselves last Summer (2021) to ban by “unpublishing” the posts for what can only be the “crime” of daring to discuss or make mention of the casedemic / plandemic / scamdemic that governments throughout the formerly free world are using as an excuse to impose tyranny over their citizens.
Below will be the sixth of those censored or banned posts. As any visitor to that post can see, it it perfectly tame ─ perhaps even boring. But it dared to mention that forbidden topic, and Google will have none of it (Google owns the Blogspot / Blogger platform hosting my blog).
For your possible interest, these are the previous banned posts that are already published here in this website:
- August 10, 2021 ║ Fraser Valley Freedom Rally
- August 9, 2021 ║ Crying Into the Wind
- August 6, 2021 ║ My Wife and The iCon Group
- July 30, 2021 ║ Defeated
- July 29, 2021 ║ My Short Anti-Vaccine Passport Rant to Three Members of the Surrey Board of Trade
And now here is that sixth post.
It is 5:40 p.m. at present, and my wife has just left to most likely head on in to Vancouver; she said that she’d “see you on Monday.”
“You” is me, of course ─ no one else was home.
She had worked yesterday ─ a full day ─ at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and returned home at some point last night while I was having my latter evening snooze.
I had retired ahead of 9:30 p.m., and eventually got to sleep; but I was awake again and checking the time around 11:30 p.m., hoping it was late enough that I could rise and my younger brother would have already gone to bed.
But of course, he does not tend to do so until around midnight, and thus it was still too early as was evidenced by the T.V. still playing. I believe that my wife was at this point home, and possibly here in the small room where I keep my computer, next to our bedroom.
Figuring that I had at least another half hour to kill, I decided to lie on my stomach and see if I might be able to lapse into some sleep in that position, for it would be impossible to do so in a half hour just lying on my back or a side.
Well, I succeeded ─ when next I checked the time, it was 1:40 a.m.! And so I hurriedly rose. My wife was still in this room, but I had yet to brush my teeth, and that is a very lengthy process that can use up a quarter hour or more as it was to do last night ─ 20 minutes, I believe. I use coconut oil, and lie supine while prolonging the chore to best approximate a version of oil pulling.
By the time I was done, my wife had vacated this room and was making ready for bed. My eldest stepson was still up, sitting at the dining table watching a video on a laptop.
I only managed to perform a little of the preparatory work for a new post I am planning at one of my two hosted websites. I had my time beforehand preempted by having to respond to an E-mail from Stan H., the gent who is providing me priceless assistance in arranging my paternal genealogical line. What invested me last night was responding to a query he had left me as to my mother’s maiden name, for he was of the mistaken impression that my father’s wife at the time of his death was my mother.
Anyway, as I usually do, I got deeply involved in a lengthy response to that leading question, and I easily lost 1½ hours of time that I had intended to put towards that planned website post.
I now do not recall just when I returned to bed, but the day was banishing the night, so it must have been 5:30 a.m. or later. Maybe even a tad after 6 a.m.
I managed a little broken sleep over the next while, and then around the time I was contemplating rising ─ it was probably 9 a.m. ─ my wife’s cellphone alarm sounded. She turned it off, but did not get up. However, I did.
I expected my brother to be downstairs reading the newspaper, so I killed time until it was a little after 10 a.m. before I went downstairs to boil some water for a black instant coffee. My wife had already risen by 9:30 a.m. at latest and was busy in the kitchen.
To my considerable surprise, my brother was not reading the newspaper ─ he never had been, for my wife had retrieved it from outside and it was laying on the kitchen table still wrapped up with a rubber band.
My brother had not yet left his bedroom.
He was not too much later in doing so, but this is practically unheard of, and only suggests to me that he has been hitting the hard liquor in the evening yesterday while he watched T.V. ─ it takes a toll after he has consumed an untold number of beers by then.
When he did go downstairs, I figured that he would be occupied for some time with the newspaper, so I came upstairs here to my computer. But after 10 or so minutes, I realized that he had the T.V. on, so I went downstairs to join him.
And at his invitation, I used our Android TV Box to tune in Odessa Orlewicz’s latest video uploaded yesterday, for I had seen that it was not far short of two hours, and featured a guest: Aug 13- I Interview Mitchell Gerber- Organ Harvesting Investigator As Seen On Steve Bannon.
I had actually anticipated that Mitchell was going to come across as a ‘wacko‘, but the guy proved himself to me as being very legitimate ─ and warm and welcoming. I found myself liking him. He seems like ‘a really nice guy’.
Anyway, due to how late a start we got on the video, when it was done, it was already after 12:30 p.m., so I correctly accepted that my brother would only be interested in something like a sitcom, so I tried a new one ─ the premiere episode of Back to Life.
It shows much promise.
Following the episode, my brother sought very little rest in his bedroom ─ he may instead have been readying for his departure for the afternoon to eventually resume his daily drinking somewhere.
Concerning my wife, she left us late this morning rather dressed up, and bearing some of the food she had prepared.
She returned towards mid-afternoon after my brother had gone, and almost straightaway said that she was going to have a nap ─ which she well did for well over two hours.
I never asked her where she went, and she never said. However, I had my suspicions, and I now see that I was correct in them ─ she had attended some function at the Thai Buddhist Wat Budhapanyanantarama (วัดพุทธปัญญานันทาราม) in Burnaby.
They don’t have a website, so I linked to their Facebook account.
And how do I know that is where my wife went? Well, I have just now checked, and found her in some photos that were posted by them early this afternoon.
My wife is in the background in most of these, wearing the sleeveless and primarily white top:
I have no idea what was going on ─ it was some sort of special occasion. The woman doing the reading is known to me ─ a friend of my wife, and who goes by the nickname Ui.
I believe that she owns a Thai restaurant my wife sometimes works at.
And for anyone who does understand Thai, my wife posted this nearly 10-minute video two days ago to her Facebook account ─ she was with at least a couple of her Thai friends, and took the opportunity to promote one of the products she is an agent for:
But on to my day!
It has been a hot, sunny, and muggy or humid day. We’re experiencing a second day of high smoke haze from distant forest, brush, and grass fires that has everything tinged with a gloomy-but-rosy Martian-like atmosphere.
I suppose that I could have sunned, but I never even tried. The afternoon just ran away on me, and it was after 5 p.m. ere I knew it. Things could have been different if I was not so doggoned tired due to inadequate sleep. While my wife was having her extended afternoon nap, I had a shorter one on my brother’s bed in his absence.
Had I not been so in need of that further sleep, perhaps I could have made the time to get outside for some solar exposure.
And now it is after 7:30 p.m., so I had best stop blabbing and get this post published so that I can get at that chilled can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) awaiting me, and enjoy it along with a little T.V.
Perchance I will be back here tomorrow with something else to say.