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Friday, March 23, 2018

Three Essential Vitamins People Are Commonly Deficient In

What is it with Google's AdSense lately? Sure, I used to figure averaging a cent a day was better than nothing at all, but lately it's been dreadful ─ just 6¢ for this entire month of March thus far!

Seriously, I am verging on folding shop and not making any further posts in this blog ─ it's a sheer waste of time.

My wife Jack had worked at her friend Fanta's Thai Restaurant in Langley yesterday, so she came home last evening evening to spend the night.

After my younger brother Mark had gone to bed, yet Jack was not displaying any urgency about also getting to bed, I conveyed my intention of doing so, and at 11:59 p.m. was "under the covers."

However, sleep was not easily obtained, and Jack had joined me before I had yet fallen asleep.

I slept in broken segments overnight when sleep did arrive, but at least I seemed to find myself comfortable enough.

When eventually I made another bid to find further sleep after finding myself awake, and had rolled over onto my right side, I suddenly became aware despite my blindfold that it seemed to be very light.

It was around 7:30 a.m.

And so I rose as quietly as I could so as not to disturb Jack, and soon I was here at my computer to work upon the post I am constructing at Lawless Spirit, one of my six hosted websites.

My eldest stepson Tho had risen and gone to work earlier without me being aware of any of it, but his younger brother Poté must not have had to start work until the afternoon ─ he had his girlfriend in bed with him overnight, and she was content to remain there with him until the pair finally both got up early in the afternoon.

Yet the two had been in bed since before it was yet dark yesterday. The kid is going to have the physiology of an old man by the time he's 30 years old.

I only put in an average morning's work on the Lawless Spirit post, since my start was so late. My younger brother Mark got up around 9:06 a.m. ─ that was when I first heard him stomping about in his bedroom.

I didn't heed just when it was that Jack got herself up, but it was considerably later than did Mark.

The day seems to have taken a turn for the colder. There have been sunny breaks, but cloud ─ often very thick, heavy cloud ─ has prevailed; and we have even had a couple of bouts of hail.

Jack had to work later today at another Thai friend's restaurant ─ Ui has hers in Vancouver. And since that city is where Jack spends most of each week, there she shall remain until she returns here to Surrey on Monday to work again in Langley.

I think that it was probably around 2:00 p.m. when I saw her off on her drive to Vancouver. Mark was still home, and had begun work upon a stew he wanted to make with two old steaks that had been sitting in the fridge icebox for a long, long time. He had earlier napped ─ something I could not do with my wife Jack home.

And so with her on her way to town, my late opportunity at last arrived. I napped and dreamed, and was probably down for something over an hour. Mark was gone for the afternoon by the time I had risen.

All I managed for exercise today was one set of pull-ups out in the backyard tool shed when my wife Jack was still home ─ she had dished me up a small breakfast / lunch, so I wanted to at least get those done before I became incapacitated. I am unable to perform body-weight exercises until long, long after I eat.

As a 68-year-old, I also pay considerable attention to my nutrition. This article thus was of some interest for me:


Dr. Marc S. Micozzi offers some good advice, but I most definitely am not likely ever to have my blood tested to determine my vitamin D levels ─ how bloody pampered is that?

And what "annual checkup"?

The only time I visit a doctor is when something has gone very, very wrong.

I don't take the amount of vitamin D3 he recommends ─ I just take 6,000 I.U.s daily.

However, I exceed what his recommendations are for vitamin B12 ─ there are 30 mcgs. in the B-complex supplement I currently take. Thus, I am taking 2½ times his minimum recommendation.

And for folate, that same B-complex supplement I presently take on a daily basis has 40 mcgs., whereas a tablet of folic acid that I also take has a strength of 1,000 mcgs.

I tend to eat just twice a day, so I take the folic acid tablet with my first meal, and the B-complex capsule with my second meal.

I take other supplements than these, however.

Anyway, here are a couple of further references about this deficiency in older adults:


(Do NOT be taking iron supplements, unless medically directed. This is one supplement we do not need to be obtaining in this fashion.)


With my afternoon nearly finished, I want to post a few photos now.

Back in January after my wife Jack had returned to Thailand to visit her mother on an extended holiday, she was to take her mother and four other family members on a flight to Bali so that they could reunite with Jack's two sons, who had not been back to their Thailand home since 2009.

My best guess is that these photos were likely taken at Don Mueang International Airport, and in the morning of January 26 (2018) as the six travelers awaited their Bali flight. However, perhaps this is even the destination ─ Ngurah Rai International Airport:

This is my wife Jack's sister Lumpoon ─ the cane must belong to their mother:

This is of course Jack herself:

I have to admit that the display above looks more Indonesian to me than it does Thai.

And why else this display of a map of Bali?

My two stepsons only booked two weeks off work for the Bali experience, so Jack's Thailand group were soon enough back to Thailand.

The following month Jack's niece ─ the daughter of Jack's sister Lumpoon ─ was to be married.

I am guessing that the location for this apparent blessing of the bride and groom by monks on February 25 was in the family village of Nong Soong, which is perhaps a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani:

I am running short on time, or I would post more photos from the event.

And so it is that I am going to close out today's post now with this old journal entry of mine from 41 years ago when I was 27 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

I was renting my small affair in a private home located on Ninth Street [Google map], and two houses up from Third Avenue.

The previous day I had hiked out to the duplex unit of my younger brother Mark who was living in Surrey ─ the duplex was a reasonably short ways along Semiahmoo Road [Google map] from where it detaches from Old Yale Road.

I was to spend the night, for we were to go on this new day to the funeral of our paternal Uncle Al (Alfred), who had died on the 18th.

I have yet to read whatever it was that I wrote that day, so I am going to find this most interesting.
WEDNESDAY, March 23, 1977

Mark got up at 7:00 a.m., so I did too.

He attended his first-aid class, but didn't go to work.

Mom phoned in the morning to say she & Phyllis [my older maternal half-sister] might attend the funeral (they didn't).

I took a nap, arising when I heard Mark come home.

Dad phoned about 1:45 p.m. from Evelyn's [a sister of my father]; he & Marie [Maria Fadden was my father's live-in girlfriend] were at Evelyn's to pick her up, thanks to Jim McCurdy.

[I think that Jim McCurdy had married a sister of my Uncle Al's wife.]

He [my father Hector] suggested we arrive at the funeral home about 3:00 p.m.; we did.

We got to meet many people, notably Al's son Danny, and also his daughter. Too, Bobby McCurdy [Jim McCurdy's eldest son] was there to meet.

After the service we went to a hall in an old folks' home beside an Army & Navy Club in Steveston for a drink and light snack. 

I met Irene, who seemed to be dad's nicest sister.

After this session broke up, dad & Marie went to the suite of a tenant there, a certain Ed Lafortune, 80 years old; he knew dad's family when they were all kids. Mark & I went too.

Present were 2 ladies Ed knew, a British woman, and a Scot.

We got pretty lit on rye.

Then dad, Marie, Mark & I went to the neighbouring Army & Navy Club and got bombed there; Marion [another of my father's sisters] had invited Mark & I earlier to a party, but we never made it.

We left the Club well beyond midnight, and Mark & dad had a squabble, fighting all the way back to dad's apartment building.

I went home with Mark.

It may have been 3:00 a.m. by retirement.
I don't think my father and Maria Fadden were living too very far from Imperial Street and Kingsway [Google map] in Burnaby.

The squabble was likely a result of Mark insisting that we all had to leave the bar so that he could get home and have some sleep, since he would have to be working the following day. Besides, he was driving ─ and there was a lot of that to do yet that night.  

The funeral had been in Richmond, and Mark would have been most certainly drunk. 

Thursday, March 22, 2018

The Canadian Government Has a Vested Financial Interest in the Success of Genetically Modified Salmon

I was a little surprised to discover it to be raining last evening ─ this was probably around 9:15 p.m. And today has certainly been wet ─ at times the rain has come heavily.

The actual time I made it to bed last night now eludes me, but I am confident enough in declaring that it was ahead of midnight. My younger brother Mark was still keeping the television company, so I have no idea when he called it quits.

Now that he is retired, he isn't feeling his former urgency about getting to bed, although he does complain about just naturally awaking early ─ almost as if his mind is hardwired to rouse for a new workday.

But so what? It is a feature of my own nights. Yet he has even less impediment than do I where it comes to having a restorative daytime nap.

Sometimes I have my wife Jack here at home and thus I cannot seek a daytime nap. He has no such restraint preventing him.

I had a rather bad night of it, though. Perhaps my supper was over-heavy, and burdened my systems.

I remember around 6:00 a.m. checking the time and wondering on whether my eldest stepson Tho had yet left for work. I removed my earplugs to listen for him, and then realized that he was busy slopping up the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom.

Instead of getting up, I decided to just remain where I was and await the sound of his departure for work.

The next I knew, it was about an hour later ─ I had apparently slipped into another of the naps that characterize my sleep at nights.

I hastily dressed in the unpleasant cool of my bedroom, and opened the door to find a light on downstairs ─ my youngest stepson Poté was also up.

So I turned on my computer and soon had accessed the post at Lawless Spirit ─ one of my six hosted websites ─ that I am presently involved in constructing.

He left for work just ahead of 7:40 a.m., if I am recollecting correctly.

Mark never rose until well after 9:00 a.m.

I stuck with the post work until I had supplied an average of 1½ mornings' worth of content to it, and was feeling drowsy enough to return to bed, but some hunger swayed me to fetch something to eat as a breakfast first.

It was well past 10:00 a.m. by then.

Mark took advantage of me to call up a couple of websites he had in hand as potential dental plan carriers, for now that he is retired he no longer has such coverage.

Mark is computer-ignorant, so he can not help himself in such tasks. Computers are so alien to him that there may as well be none in the house when he has such a need ─ and should I not be home to operate the machine for him. He is helpless.

He saw nothing he at all liked insofar as monthly subscription rates are concerned. The contribution rates were far to the other side of $100 per month ─ I seem to have one figure of $173 per month for one plan he had been looking at.

He ventured that he might yet forgo coverage, and just pay as his need arises.

He isn't even considering getting extended health care coverage, for he doesn't take medications of any kind. As do I, he maintains himself with a large regimen of nutritional supplements, and cannot imagine something becoming so amiss that a prescription would be required to contend with some ailment.

I deeply feel for the poor soul.

I retired from the federal government and opted to retain coverage through them for both dental and extended health. All I pay per month (according to my January 2018 Annual Pensioners' Statement) is $48 a month for dental care coverage for myself and two dependants.

Extended health care coverage amounts to $97.24 per month.

The cost for both plans will drop by the time my youngest stepson Poté approaches his 21st birthday late this year, and no longer qualifies as a dependant. I have already warned Poté that he needs to complete an application for coverage through his employer.

When he first started working a couple or so years ago, Poté brought the Pacific Blue Cross application to me, and I told him that he was covered under Sun Life Financial as my dependant and did not need this alternate coverage.

And so I sat on the application, just recently returning it to him.

I have now just reviewed it and see that he should have waived coverage when it was originally offered and returned the application, for by applying late now the warning is there that not only might coverage be delayed (I had suggested to him that coverage might not come into effect for six months); but in the case of dental, he might be restricted to $250 for the first year.

Or he might be entirely denied dental or extended health care coverage.

I would be surprised if that latter was enacted, for he is a single young man with no serious health issues at yet that we are aware of ─ apart from poor vision due to the damage caused by 12 hours a day of computer use since he was 11 years old.

Anyway, after spending some while helping out Mark, Mark then asked me to tune in something to watch on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

We've slowly been working through the 1990 documentary series The Civil War, so I called up the episode next up for us sequentially ─ episode 5, titled "The Universe of Battle" (1863).

The darned thing ran for just over 1½ hours commercial-free. By the time it was done, it was well after 1:00 p.m.

Mark announced that he was going to "stretch out," so I quickly enough sought my own nap at long last.

I did get some valuable sleep, and was down for a little over an hour. I rose and came downstairs thinking that Mark had left for the afternoon, but I found him to still be home.

He did eventually go ─ perhaps near 3:00 p.m. And that freed me up to get a start on today's blog post here.

By then the rain had ceased. And even before quite 4:20 p.m., I saw a brief sunny break.

Not much after that, I finally made my way out to the backyard tool shed for some exercise. As usual, the initial four sets of pull-ups were most strenuous, but I did manage one more repetition in the first set than is my current expected norm.

A weigh-in afterward exactly as I was dressed registered either 195 or 196 pounds (at a height of five feet 10¾ inches).

Whether or not I will retain this nugget of information, I learned today that the Canadian government has a vested financial interest in AquaBounty's commercial success with genetically modified (GM) salmon ─ so do you doubt that the government will not do everything in its power to ensure that success, whether or not the majority of Canadians might wish never to be exposed to genetically modified salmon in their diets?

The truth is that such salmon is already in the Canadian marketplace, but the government is not mandating that the fish be identified (i.e., labeled) as genetically modified ─ this is so that we will be unable to avoid the GM fish if we wish not to be consuming it.

As for the financial interest, the Canadian government and AquaBounty entered into a $2.8 million grant agreement back in 2009, and AquaBounty has since been returning 10% of their revenue to the Canadian government to repay that figure.

However, should the genetically modified salmon fail to be a commercial success, then it is stipulated in the grant agreement that AquaBounty is not liable any further to make repayment.

And that is why the government doesn't want us to know which salmon is the GM salmon.

You can read about this sorry mess here:

CBAN and other environmental groups are calling on the government to halt any further assessments of the GM salmon until the government takes steps to increase transparency in the regulatory process and marketplace, including by establishing mandatory labelling of GM foods. Click here to instantly send your letter to the Minister asking for a full environmental assessment.
I was a signatory to that letter, but I expect the worst.

Everywhere we look in the world today, Mankind seems hellbent on ruining the planet and all systems within it.

For some better news now, this is good information that anyone with type 2 diabetes needs to know ─ and it's news that everyone can profit from if only people would become proactive about their microbiotic health:



Well, as usual, my afternoon is dying away, so I am going to post a few photos now while I still have the time.

The only description I will offer for the first two photos are the description that I gave them in the Google Plus album where I have the images filed:

January 27, 2018 ─ Bali.

My wife Jack and her two sons arranged to have a small family reunion with five other family members from Thailand, but it had to be in Bali.

I am not going to delve into why.

My wife Jack's brawny oldest son Tho is at the right; and beside him are his cousin Mark and Mark's wife Kæ̂m or Gâaem.
My two stepsons had only taken two weeks off work for this reunion, so they soon enough returned here to Canada.

Their mother had already been visiting her own mother at the family home in the large village of Nong Soong (perhaps a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani), and had treated five family members to the Bali trip so that they could reunite with her sons who had not been back to Thailand since 2009. 

She and the family members returned to Nong Soong, albeit her sister Lumpoon and her husband had only been in Bali for a couple of days before they made their return home ─ their daughter was to get married the next month, so they felt that they had much to do in preparation.

Jack was still in Thailand on that wedding day ─ February 25.

Here now are two photos taken on the morning of that special day ─ and again, the description beneath the pair of images is from the Google Plus album where I have them filed:

February 25, 2018.

These young ladies were probably the equivalent of bridesmaids ─ the lass at the right is Kæ̂m or Gâaem, the wife of the bride's brother Mark.

You can see the robe of a monk at the left of the photo ─ he was one of some who were present to likely bestow blessings.

My guess is that this was taking place in the large village of Nong Soong, which is perhaps a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani where I think the actual marriage took place.
My wife Jack is working today at the Langley Thai restaurant of her friend Fanta, and so I am expecting her home this evening to spend the night (she spends most of each week in Vancouver). I must try to remember to pin down whether or not my presumed locations for these photos are correct or not.

Anyway, now I am going to bring this post to a close with an old journal entry of mine from 41 years ago when I was 27 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

I was renting the small unit in a private home located on Ninth Street [Google map], and two houses up from Third Avenue.
TUESDAY, March 22, 1977

I arose soon after 7:00 a.m.

After exercising, I cashed my [Unemployment Insurance] cheque, glanced through Army & Navy and then Zellers, then bought 4 money orders ($2, $4, $5, $10).

At Safeway I spent $2.92.

I worked most of the day on a letter to Terri [Terri Martin was a U.S. pen-pal I had back then]. At one point it was interrupted by knocking I felt obliged to answer; 'twas Art [Art Smith was an older former co-worker of mine who usually came calling to dragoon me into drinking with him at his home].

Fortunately he thinks he is quitting booze (none for 2½ days), so he stayed 10 - 15 minutes before leaving, afoot.

He lives with the old guy (Mac) above where he formerly lived. Art collects welfare, and owns nothing. Angie [Angelina Smith, his wife] has custody of the kids, and works at the Mr. Sport cabaret on Kingsway; she has an apartment, and is seeing another man.

I promised Art I'd visit between noon - 1:00 p.m. next Tuesday.

I hiked to Woodward's, but bought nothing. On the way there on Ash [Street], Joe Jerrard [sic] and I hailed each other from opposite street sides, bound in alternate directions.

On the way to Mark's, I'll mail $2 for a Kin Win '77 [lottery ticket] (Vancouver), $10 for a pouch of Western Express [Lottery tickets] and 1 Loto Canada [ticket] (Victoria), and $5 payment for the credited St. Joseph's School pouch of Western Express Lottery tickets.

I'll spend the night at Mark's so he won't have to pick me up for Al's funeral tomorrow [our paternal Uncle Alfred has died on the 18th].

I'm leaving 4:25 p.m.

[My younger brother Mark was renting a duplex unit located a reasonably short distance along Semiahmoo Road (Google map) from where it splits off from Old Yale Road out in Surrey. I would be hiking there. I was there so frequently in recent months back then that I had free access to the suite, whether or not Mark was home.]


I ran a bath after arriving, and had just climbed in when the phone rang. I left it alone, but before I had finished my ablutions, someone seemed to be knocking on the windows, and then the back door; was there a connection?

Aunt Evelyn phoned later, detailing me about what she knew concerning Al's demise.

Terri's letter got mailed that night; short of 11:00 p.m., the electricity in the area quit for perhaps half an hour.
I wish that I had recorded whatever it was that my Aunt Evelyn had told me about her brother Alfred's death. I know that he had diabetes and related cardio-circulatory problems, and his legs had been amputated from at least the knees. He was just 57 years old.

As for Art Smith, I don't recall these details about him. If indeed his life had plummeted so low, and if he returned to drinking, then I doubt that he would have had too many years left. He was only about 45 years old at most. It sounds like he never even had his pickup truck any longer.

I have no memory of any "Mac" who lived above Art's former residence.

I am also unsure of who Joe Gerrard or Jerrard was ─ but he would have been another former co-worker at the same place. That is, S.A.N.E. (Self Aid Never Ends) ─ now called Fraserside Community Services Society.

I wish that I could connect online with even just one person I used to know in the 1970s back in New Westminster, and thereby learn something of whatever happened to others whom I knew ─ my social circle in town back then were at very least acquainted, by and large.

I had lived in New Westminster since 1969 or even 1968; but I was to forsake the place very soon after these final journal entries were written there, for I doubt that I was still there by the end of 1977.

I moved here to Surrey and have been living here ever since. However, my early years here were precarious for the longest time ─ years and years. And so I never maintained contact with anyone I came to know back in New Westminster.

I regret that. This loss even included three U.S. pen-pals.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

A Sunny Day for Some Errands

This is not going to be much of a post ─ I did not bank on having my wife Jack home, for I thought that this was to be her third consecutive day working at her friend Fanta's restaurant in Langley.

She seemed in no rush to get to bed last evening after she got home, so I sat up until something like 11:50 p.m. watching T.V. with my younger brother Mark.

After he called it quits, I didn't waste much more time myself, and was to bed not too very long after midnight. I remember when Jack came to bed, but I never checked the time.

I was fortunate to have a better night of sleeping than I did the previous night, for I needed to get out today on a couple of important errands.

I feel that I slept deeply, even if my night was broken. I never seemed to have trouble getting back to sleep each time I had one of those breaks.

Rather oddly, I was very warm and even damp from light perspiration ─ it was muggy under the bedding; yet it was also deeply comfortable, and I dreamed heavily.

I did check the time reasonably soon after 5:00 a.m., and almost chose to get up then. But I re-thought the choice, and sought more sleep.

When next I looked, it was long after 7:00 a.m. And so I did my best to ease myself up, and then out of the bedroom, without any more disturbance for Jack than I could manage.

My eldest stepson Tho had already gone to work; his younger brother Poté had the day off, and was yet in bed. I don't know when the kid got up, but I was to leave home on my errands just ahead of 1:00 p.m., and he was still in bed. 

I worked on the post I am constructing at Lawless Spirit, one of my six hosted websites, managing to stick with it until I had assembled an average morning's worth of content into it.

My younger brother Mark ─ now enjoying his second week of retirement ─ rose shortly before 9:00 a.m.

It would have been nice to have gotten away early on my errands, but I could not leave until my wife Jack had risen and I was able to get her to sign her income tax return that I had completed fairly late last week.

And so it was that I had no option but to watch some T.V. (via our Android TV Box) with Mark as I killed time.

Jack never emerged from our bedroom until after 11:30 a.m., and the episode of The Vikings that I was watching with Mark never finished until into the noon-hour.

He then sought a nap, and I had to continue my wait for Jack who was ensconced in the bathroom readying herself for her day.

Around 12:30 p.m. she came downstairs, ready to head away for somewhere. That was when I finally got her to sign her tax return.

Once she was away, I was free to make my own preparations for my outing. It was at least 12:54 p.m. by the time I had locked the front door and then set off.

My first stop was just over a half-mile (i.e., just over four blocks) from here ─ the Fraser Valley and Northern Tax Services Office.

I dropped off the two tax returns (one each for Jack and for myself), and then continued on to the Coast Capital Savings building over by the King George SkyTrain Station. I wanted to deposit $200 of $500 that my eldest stepson Tho had given Mark and I a week or so ago as a help for the payment of the annual utilities bill that becomes due April 3.

Today is mortgage day, and my chequing account had less than $100 in excess of the approximately $1,600 that would be getting debited from the account, so I wanted to ensure that the mortgage amount would be amply covered ─ I never know when some nuisance automatic debit is going to strike that account, there are so darned many of them for one thing or another.

After that, my next stop was a CIBC further along the King George Boulevard over by 102nd Avenue [Google map]. I had a credit card payment due today ─ I generally mail away the payments, but I forgot about it until this past Monday when it was too late.

Alas, that was where the remaining $300 of Tho's cash disappeared.

With that done ─ and I had to stand in a line-up that seemed to devour about half-an-hour ─ I sought Surrey Place (Central City) across the King George from the bank.

My purpose there was to cash in a lottery scratch ticket that had paid off $2 ─ it was part of a Christmas gift package I had received, and which I am still slowly working through.

With that done this mainly sunny day, I could at last head for home.

I had just crossed Old Yale Road [Google map] to enter Holland Park when I was hailed from directly behind me. It was Hugh, a colourful chap who lived in my neighbourhood up until at least three years ago, and whom I would occasionally coincide with and enjoy some friendly conversations.

I last met up with him as we both happened to be walking through Holland Park back in the Summer of 2016, and I've been sometimes wondering what had become of him since then.

His latest woes involved some eye surgery, and he still has unrelated eye surgery scheduled for cataracts.

I've never been sure of his age, but he let drop today that it was his birthday, and he had just turned 61.

I had no idea that I was that much his elder (I am 68 years old).

After our short catch-up chat, I was just about home when I happened to coincide with my next door neighbour who was out in front of his house.

And so I had yet another interesting conversational delay ere I was able to finally gain the security of home. It was approaching 2:30 p.m. by then.

Poté's girlfriend's car was parked out on the street, so I knew he was here with her.

Perhaps round 3:00 p.m., my wife Jack arrived back. Among the things that she had been involved with was a medical appointment over at Surrey Place (Central City). As I reported in yesterday's post, she said that since Saturday morning, a foot has been causing her much trouble for no apparent reason ─ she even has some numbness.

Well, all she got from the doctor she saw was a prescription for some pain medication that she claimed to me she would not fill; and the diagnosis that the trouble was probably a nerve issue in her lower back.

This perplexes her because she isn't having any sort of back troubles.

I ventured to her that the doctor was only guessing, but where my medical opinions are concerned, I am naught but a prophet in my own land and thus my views bear no weight.

Anyway, that about catches me up ─ it is 5:04 p.m. as I type this statement. Jack has been largely involved in cooking, affording me the opportunity to get this much work done on today's post.

I do not even know if she is going to be spending the night ─ by past experience, I would presume that she will likely be leaving early this evening to return to Vancouver where she spends most of each week.

However, perhaps she will surprise me and spend a third consecutive night here at home. I will now betake myself downstairs and see what may ensue by way of any such conversational revelation.


Well, mystery solved. By 5:35 p.m. she was on her drive back to Vancouver.

However, she is to work at her friend Fanta's restaurant tomorrow, so it remains to be seen whether she will come home afterward to spend the night.

I want to post a few photos taken earlier this year, but I don't have the time to offer all the details.

The brief explanation beneath the second photo is from the Google Plus album where I have the photos saved:

January 27,  2018 ─ a family reunion of sorts that was held in Bali, Indonesia that was orchestrated by my wife Jack.

From the left are Jack's youngest son Poté; then Jack herself; then Kæ̂m or Gâaem, wife of Jack's nephew Mark; and at the right is Tho, Jack's eldest son.

The nephew (Mark) was the photographer. Also on the trip were his parents (his mother Lumpoon is Jack's sister); and the matriarch, Jack's mother.
The following month ─ on February 25 ─ Mark's sister got married, and he once again was the photographer.

In the following three photos early on that day are the bride and groom, along with one of the monks who were probably bestowing blessings:

The blurred woman at the left beyond the monk's robes is Lumpoon, mother of the bride.

I am guessing that this pre-marriage blessing event was taking place in the large village of Nong Soong, which is maybe a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani.

I am closing today's post with one of my old journal entries from 41 years ago when I was 27 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

I was renting my rough suite in a private home located on Ninth Street [Google map], and two houses up from Third Avenue.

My plan for the day was a hike out to the home of my mother Irene Dorosh in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey

The little house that she and her husband Alex shared was my main mailing address. And although the lovely little home no longer exists, its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue [Google map].

The hike to get there from my room took a full 1½ hours.
MONDAY, March 21, 1977

My sleep ended earlier than I care; before 5:00 a.m. Maybe it's due to the diet I began yesterday; will I last? I never could bear hunger long.

I'll be leaving for mom's before 6:10 a.m.


She was preparing to go out when I got there; I told her the news of Al [my paternal Uncle Alfred had died on the 18th, and his funeral was set for the coming Wednesday].

Friday's mail was The Plain Truth, but today's was a pouch of Western Express Lottery tickets credited to me from St. Joseph's School (or did this come Friday?). Anyway, I did get a letter today from Cathy [Catherine Jeanette Gunther, my younger brother Mark's beautiful ex-girlfriend of perhaps three years].

I did not weigh myself, but I looked good stripped down. I didn't eat too heavily either, nor sleep.

I've begun taking apple cider vinegar at my meals, and bought 40 ozs. (85¢) at Safeway on my way to Mark's.

[Mark was living less than three miles away from our mother, and in the direction of Whalley. He was renting a duplex unit located on Semiahmoo Road (Google map), and not too far from where it ends at Old Yale road. I was spending nearly as much time at his suite as I was at my own room over the recent several months. It never mattered if he was home ─ I had easy access to the suite and did pretty much as I pleased.]

By the look of things, his neighbour's dog had been through the window, mudding things a bit, and eating scraps; Mark wasn't happy to hear this.

I went to bed from 3:00 p.m. - 4:00 p.m., and almost at 5:00 p.m. indulged myself onanistically, to my disgust.

Bill [my old friend William Alan Gill] phoned for no particular reason.

Mark borrowed $10 from me after getting home, then Chris [a co-worker of Mark] phoned him and came over to borrow $1.

I left for home after 11:00 p.m.

Earlier, heading to Mark's, Nell & Al Stewart honked at me on 128th St.
That would have been my maternal Aunt Nell Halverson, and the large young man who was eventually to marry her youngest daughter Wendy.

I was constantly devising diets that I could never adhere to because of my limited income.

It is now already 6:30 p.m., so I am going to leave commentary on the post. I wouldn't mind resting my eyes for awhile, since I never benefited from a nap today.

Incidentally, apart from a set of pull-ups out in the backyard tool shed this latter afternoon, that walk today has been my only exercise.

It has rather clouded up ─ my final statement on the day.