A Very Strange Morning; Air Quality Impossible; Learning That the Trump Hotel in Vancouver is Permanently Closed; Why Am I So Lovable?Other Tales of Woe ; To Sleep Perhaps to Dream; Photo of Alexis McBride in Las Vegas One Year Ago; Stench Defined

To say the very least, the has been a very strange morning. The air quality is impossible = it is not a typical foggy San Francisco day, it is smoke not fog. The stench of smoke is so strong. What is stench? It is a a strong and very unpleasant smell: It has some fine synonyms: stink, reek, whiff, fetter, funk;. My iPhone reports that it is hazy, unhealthy and it is 57 degrees Fahrenheit. I guess that says it all. This is clearly awful – the coronavirus is largely a respiratory illness – then to make matters even worse it is impossible to breathe because of the smoke from the fires. This makes no sense at all, and does make one wonder what God and Jesus are doing about this all. So, all in all, it is not bad for me as I do not have the virus and do not have to go outside and walk my dog. I do not have a dog to walk and I am most happy with this state of affairs.

So woke up, went to the bathroom, got back into bed and checked by emails. There was one from CPI, who lives near Vancouver, The email’s subject matter was Trump Hotel.
She:Bulletin; News as of 9:50pm August 27, 2020. Trump Hotel permanently closed – staff received layoff notices today. No official statement from Holburn yet.Will keep you informed.
Me: Wow Wow and more Wow!!’ Do I was ever feel vindicated! What a sunny way to start the day!!! I am horrible! JKT’s treasure becomes garbage in only three years! That has to be some kind of record. So Grant Walsh was right! Remember him??? Can you imagine the fate of the staff?? No jobs anywhere.

The only problem is that it brought forth all kinds of memories about the Trump in Vancouver, I was the first long tern guest – stayed there for four months, when it first opened. It was the glory days of the hotel, everyone upbeat and happy, worshipping Joo Kim Tiah – the owner. He became my ‘friend’ at his suggestion. That lasted until the end of October of 2017 when I broke it off in an email. He was in Malaysia at the time. It was not a sexual relationship, by the way. But there were many secrets and lies swirling about. People tell me their secrets – it is uncanny. I keep their secrets but it can be burdensome as one could imagine. I also did research to confirm other secrets told to me by third parties. One of whom was Grant Walsh, he is one of the most powerful men in Canada – on the Board of major corporations. He did tell me, about two and half years ago, that the Trump was worth nothing. He predicted it would be bought by the Chinese, as they were in the process of purchasing Canadian landmarks. Little did Mr. Walsh know of the coronavirus. Such a purchase would be ridiculous – who needs a hotel when there is no travel taking place and your country’s fortunes are depleted. So here I am in San Francisco – safe and sound. This seems to be an example of good triumphing over evil, and I am the good in this scenario. But it was painful to recall both the good and the bad memories. I had put it all behind me – but up it popped. I should be fine by the end of the day.

Yesterday it was off to Marin for an appointment with Wise Man. I prepared a list of questions. This was one question.
Me: Why am I so lovable?
He; (laughing) It is because of your sense of humour.
Me: I though so actually. What is so strange is that a sense of humour is an inherited trait, as well you know. So I got it from my parents who were dreadful parents and people. I am so grateful for me sense of humour. If I had a choice 1) wonderful, caring parents and a happy childhood but no sense of humour OR 2) my dreadful childhood with those parents but a sense of humour, which would I choose?
Wise Man: Two
Me: You are correct! You are worth all of the money I pay you. Hahahahah .

This is going to be a short blog because the events of the day have been rather overwhelming. I intend to use the search engine of my blog to uncover many events about the Trump and Joo Kim Tiah and shall pass on the topics to be placed in the search engine. I am tired but at the moment the smoke and haze is improving. Sea breezes chase away the smoke and haze. I do think I will go back to sleep as I am most tired.

Conversed with my cousin Gail by email – no contact for awhile, so it makes me happy. But now to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream, those words, of course from Hamlet, written by William Shakespeare.
William Shakespeare – 1564-1616
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d.

On a lighter note, the photograph is me, taken in Las Vegas about a year ago. It is striking as I look younger now than I did then. I seem to anti-age – what a talent!!!! More examples to follow in later blogs.