Out Time Before Gardening Time

1930h
More variations on gardening, as in weeding and soil digging, at the First Feral Family house today. I was out for coffee with a former work colleague until 1030h, then back to this apartment to then phone my perp abetting mother, and she told me that the in-town brother was in my neighborhood. So I called him, and he said he would come by, and so it "happened" that he drove into my regular outbound downtown bus stop just as I arrived there too. So, I get a ride where normally I wait for my bus. And not to forget that when picking daffodils last month, the crew bus would drop me off at the same location. Here we have bus-vehicle-same bus stop convergence, as in testing more combinations and permutations over where and how I get a ride at this same location. Exciting for the perps, but it tells me that they are sucking wind (literally with their vacuum cleaning games), if this is what they are pissing with after nine years of this depraved and insane abuse. Another deflating moment for me at least.

Interesting though, my colleague was without her smirk that was noticeable at our last encounter about a week ago. I have no idea what drives the "smirk look", whether something humorous was revealed in advance or do the perps intervene and have her wear it.

Yesterday was a big digging day too; weeding in other beds, with a huge mound of weeds, 6'x6' and 1' high, still with lots of soil attached to the roots.

But the noisescape, as presented in suburbia, starts the same way. First the STRATCOM bombers overhead, at least three in the first hour, and then the local aircraft are buzzing overhead. Then neighbor noise, either lawnmowers, or today, a gasoline powered string trimmer from a neighbor. Then on the nearby street, San Juan, the heavy duty rattling diesels and the performance muffler noises start up, giving way to hotrod muffler noise for the last two hours of digging. And what noise do I hear when I get back to my place? Why more freaking hotrod muffler noise. So I look outside to see the offending vehicle, and there was nothing but generic sedans which are almost never modified. Per usual, if I challenge to see the offending vehicle, and it isn't there, the noise drops off real fast.

2215h
Reading tonight, with the Harley motorcycle noise getting through my earmuffs somehow. Plus some overhead pounding too, another mysterious noise event given that there is 12" of concrete and steel between floors/ceilings.

And an update on what I suspect the perps pulled off in this region, given their preoccupation with petroleum products and how they love to hound me with gasoline and heating fuel tankers. A tractor trailer tanker crashed on the highway area we call the Malahat, and dumped 42,000 liters of gasoline into the Goldstream River drainage, less than 100m from the river itself. The highway was closed for nearly 24 hours until the mess was cleaned up, but apparently it still smells bad, some three days later.

And to note, the Goldstream River was the one that someone put flourescent dye in 12-2010 and made the water turn green. Also coincidentally, (used advisedly), someone put the same flourescent dye in public fountains recently, per news article.

I did fill up my mother's vehicle yesterday after a protracted round of taking her places, duly gangstalked with all manner of acts. I suppose there is nothing too conspiratorial in filling up a vehicle, as I do this  a dozen times per year or so. Regular readers and TI's will know there isn't an nano-second in my existence that isn't governed, scripted and controlled by my keepers, but I only mention this should other TI's have perp harassment and stunts that involve petroleum products. And as for those very big spills like a year ago in the Gulf of Mexico, I am sure the perps are up to something for all that I sense their involvment in (managed) world events.  I don't go big into conspiracy theories here, but it is most interesting to observe the similarities that I get to observe that appear to have some connection with this intensified abusive harassment regimen they keep me in.

Same deal both days, today and yesterday, in taking the city bus into downtown from suburbia in the evening. Some 20 to 30 passengers on the bus at that time of day? What a joke, especially now that the Stanley Cup playoffs are underway. One dude came onto the bus with his partial case of beer, a seeming leftover from his visitation to his pals over watching hockey on TV. I haven't seen anyone do this for over 30 years, college days; the dude takes the "loser cruiser" to visit his pals. Right. More like it was for brown colored glass with amber liquid inside for a mobile gangstalking color reference. And that he hung around for five minutes at the same bus stop I was at surely wasn't coincidental.

Anyhow, there is much more I could write, but I am having a "writer block", meaning I am getting messed with as to what to write about. Censorship by mind-control, a new twist on self-censorship.