My younger brother failed to arrive home last evening by 9:30 p.m., so since I had an early a.m. hike planned, I decided to simply get myself to bed.
My wife was already shut up in the other bedroom that I formerly shared with her (we have had separate bedrooms since shortly after I returned home from a better than 11-day stay at Surrey Memorial Hospital with a severe case of diagnosed "COVID pneumonia" last October).
I was to hear my brother arriving home soon after I was to bed. He was going to have to entertain himself with the T.V.'s basic cable programming, and not enjoy the usual fare that I programme for us via our Android TV Box.
I had my cellphone alarm set for 3 a.m., and intended to hike a five-mile route.
Following some sleep, I was awake enough to wonder on the time, but I resisted checking, and managed a return to sleep. When next I was awake, I rose and used the bathroom, and then saw the time to be something like 2:38 a.m.
I got back into bed, but was unable to relax sufficiently for further sleep. I then decided to rise (it was 2:50 a.m.) and ready myself for an especially early start on my walk ─ as I stood inside the locked front door and fished out my house key from my wallet to have it handy to relock the door once I was outside, I checked the time again and saw that it was exactly 3 a.m.
I was to find the night to be dry and somewhat chilly, although a few degrees above the freezing level.
The precise centre of the rectangle encompassing my walk is illustrated at this Google Map, for its boundaries were 108th and 96th Avenues, and 132nd Street and King George Boulevard (136th Street).
However, to have just followed those bordering roads, I would only have travelled four miles, so I used various routes within the rectangle such that I actually travelled betwixt 132nd Street and the King George at four different points, each time achieving a half mile. And so, all told, I actually was to exceed five miles by a little, once I was back outside my front door at something like 5:02 a.m.
I did what I could to avoid 'street people'. Some were just trying to sleep; a few of them were either strung out on dope, or else mentally ill ─ two separate individuals were themselves walking about, but loudly talking to themselves in elevated, unnatural tones. Occasionally there were two or more people together moving about, and at least once I passed by a group of people hunkered together in the gloom beside a building while holding loud conversation among themselves. I could hear one or two similar conversations during my walk, but never as near as this.
I am 72 years old, but I present as a sturdy and much younger man, shaven-headed and garbed in denim. Later in the morning after I was back home and before having eaten anything, I weighed myself while entirely naked, and registered at nothing less than 190 pounds (I am not quite five feet and 11 inches ─ or 154.94 centimetres ─ in height).
Consequently, I likely have a somewhat burly aspect. Besides, the flashlight I was carrying is also a stun gun, although no one could know that. As for the flashlight itself, I never once switched on the light the entire time I was out.
I also have one of those tactical pens on me when I am out.
So I am not wholly helpless if I was to be threatened. I would just prefer not to be ganged upon.
As for wildlife, I once saw a raccoon crossing 108th Avenue; and on another occasion, I startled up some critter along a darkened sidewalk that made surprising haste away from me ─ it was likely a scurrying rat, for I doubt that squirrels are out prowling in the night.
I took the following two photos at 3:25 a.m. while standing on 98A Avenue just above where it intersects with King George Boulevard ─ 98A ends at the highway, for the road on the other side of the traffic lights becomes George Junction. Unseen and to my immediate right on 98A Avenue is the Surrey Village apartment complex (Google Map):
At the intersection, you can make out a sign with the words "HUB" ─ that marks the King George Hub complex of buildings with residential units and retail businesses such as Save-On-Foods and Rexall Drugs.
In the second photo, the row of massed horizontal lights seemingly to be cresting the top of that red construction site fence, mark the terminus of the SkyTrain at its King George Station; and that is the Coast Capital Savings headquarters building that now occupies the site of what once in the 1970s was the well-known Surrey Inn:
And of course, two mornings earlier in some rain at 4:30 a.m., I took this photo while standing across the King George from that SkyTrain Station and Coast Capital Savings:
Incidentally, early into the walk I performed some pull-ups on the rings in an elementary school playground, and I did so again towards the end of my walk.
I was probably back to bed by maybe 6 a.m. for nigh 2½ hours, but sleep was hard won.
One of the videos I was to watch this morning on T.V. via our Android TV Box was Odessa Orlewicz's from yesterday: March 23- Bill Gates Is Coming To Vancouver April 10th As A Key Speaker For Ted Talks. This Is What Is Being Done About It.
Bill Gates is one of the headliners for Ted Talks here in Vancouver, BC April 10-14th at the Vancouver Convention Center, along with Al Gore, Finnish PM Sanna Marin, and Elon Musk.I talk to longtime human rights activists Marcella and James about their thoughts on Bill Gates being in our city, and why it's so important that ALL Canadians need to show up for this protest.Protest scheduled for April 10th ,day 1 of conference, on the Sunday from 12-4
I would love to be part of a protest such as the one being planned, but I do not drive, and I can't stand being crammed aboard the SkyTrain with hordes of other people. Also, here in my older age, I seem to have a more serious urgency to micturate than was so for my younger incarnation.
I was not familiar with Odessa's two guests, but their names were Marcella Desjarlais and James Davison. Their website is StandUnitedBC.ca.
I also tuned in Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson's video of yesterday because it featured a doctor my brother and I are very familiar with: The Vaccine War Continues (With Dr. Peter McCullough).
I have the pleasure of speaking with Dr. Peter McCullough again, who joins me today to discuss the most recent news regarding COVID-19 “vaccines,” and Pfizer’s latest documents.
Chief of the Division of Nutrition and Preventative Medicine, epidemiologist and cardiologist, Dr. McCullough has been very outspoken against the usage and promotion of COVID-19 “vaccines” for both adults and children, and has instead taken a stance in promoting safe and effective early treatment protocols for patients.
My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she left here in what ought to have been plenty of time to do the fairly long drive for her 11 a.m. start.
My brother decided that he would bus out to Langley today to do some drinking with his friend Greg, so I am not expecting him to be back until well into the latter evening. I might sit up until 10 p.m. There is no early morning walk planned by me for tomorrow ─ I just prefer to be getting to bed at a reasonable hour.
He sought some bed rest in the very early afternoon; and I thereafter sought a nap, rising from it to find that my brother had gone.
By the way, I never mentioned it in yesterday's post, but that morning he and I watched an old 12-minute video on BitChute that was of considerable interest: Genie Wiley (Feral Child) TLC Documentary.
Wikipedia has quite a comprehensive article on her: Genie (feral child).
As well, there are a couple of recent (this year) articles on her. One is at TheNetLine.com: Where is Genie Wiley now? The Secrets about her Healthcare exposed.
The other is at VeryWellMind.com: The Story of Genie Wiley.
I find it absolutely bizarre that she is being hidden from the world somewhere in California. She was 'discovered' when she was 13 years old, and is now 64 or 65. I think that it is criminal that she was not allowed to flourish as best as she was able, and instead was hidden away 'for her own safety', basically being given a life sentence to be living in isolation until she finally dies.
The reason that I believe she is isolated and not part of some loving broad family is because, over the years, somebody would eventually have leaked her location. People are just not generally able secret-keepers.
I wonder why she was named the cover name "Genie"? If it is known that her actual last name is Wiley ─ her father was Clark Wiley and her mother Irene Wiley, and her older brother was John Wiley (see this 2008 ABC YouTube interview with him) ─ what possible purpose was there for the authorities in bestowing a fake first name on the poor thing?
This didn't 'hide' her identity!
Like I said, it's simply bizarre. Maybe everyone involved in placing her in solitude for most of her adult like as has happened ought to be investigated and charged ─ they certainly did and do not 'own' her!
Frankly, it quite sickens me. She seemed such a sweet young teen. I haven't noticed that she was prone to the sort of uncontrollable tantrum outbreaks that many autistic kids launch into ─ she was simply a sweet young teen who could barely communicate.
Hey, my thumb joints have taken enough of a beating, and it's after 8 p.m. Enough for today.
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