Since my younger brother failed to show up last evening by the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I secretly have in place for him, I was free to get to bed early. He was not over that mark by much, but a deadline is a deadline, and I intended to be rising at 2:30 a.m. overnight for one of my five-mile walks.
I don't recall now when it was that I actually retired, but it was ahead of 10 p.m. As yet, my wife had not come home following her long full day working at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. We have separate bedrooms, so I was not privy to when it was that she did show up.
When my 2:30 a.m. alarm sounded, I was essentially awake, and vaguely eager to rise for the adventure that was ahead, for I intended to walk in an area that I have not frequented since the 1970s.
The rectangular perimeter of my northwestern Surrey walk was planned to be 124th and 132nd Streets, and 96th and 108th Avenues ─ the centre point of that rectangle is seen in this Google Map. Ideally, it is 1 mile between the former streets, and 1½ miles between the latter avenues, but I would be spending the bulk of my walk inside of that rectangle.
It may have been as late as 2:45 a.m. by the time I was on my way, finding it dry outside, and the sky primarily clear. Without any reflective clouds, the ground was darker than usual. I do carry a stun gun / flashlight, but the battery has not been charged since at least last September, and I have not come across the recharger cable or cord since my wife reorganized this room quite early last November where I had been keeping it. So although I know that the flashlight will still cast a light, I do not use it for that purpose for fear of draining whatever charge remains in the battery.
There were no real incidents in my walk, apart from having forgotten to have a look at that Google Map beforehand, for I knew that 124th street was spotty ─ i.e., that it only exists in short unconnected sections; but I had no clear idea on just how fragmented it was.
And in fact, the only stretch of it that I was to trod was the bit connected to 108th Avenue's terminus, Old Yale Road. Incidentally, it is a fairly creepy experience walking down the steep Old Yale Road from its intersection with 108th Avenue and 128th Street, for there is no street lighting until nearly 125B Street (Google Map). And it was not until thereafter that I finally had a car pass by ─ which was a good thing, for there was no sidewalk.
As for that short stretch of 124th Street, it was a dead end as far as I was able to tell even though Google Maps shows that there are some connections that will ultimately take one to 104th Avenue. However, I did find a steep gravelly grade in the hillside near that dead end that allowed me to climb up to an actual paved road that took me to 104th Avenue. I suppose the plan is to get that gravelly grade turned into a paved road very soon.
Back in the 1970s I often walked the railway tracks that cross 104th Avenue very near to where I came onto 104th. I lived in New Westminster during the 1970s until sometime in 1976 or 1977, and my mother lived in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey on 90th Avenue very near to where it has its terminus at Holt Road (Google Map) just shy of Scott Road. I was primarily unemployed as a young man in my 20s, and so it was nothing for me to hike to visit her, using those railway tracks (at the time, the BC Hydro Railway, but now the Southern Railway of British Columbia) shortly after I had walked across the Pattullo Bridge from New Westminster. The tracks afforded me peace from the heavily-trafficked Scott Road (120th Street).
Sometimes I paid that visit three days per week, of course walking home afterwards ─ that later experience in my day was generally highly stressful.
Well, this morning I was nearly tempted to take to those dark railway tracks, but I thought better of it. I didn't have the time to waste, for already the black night sky was just vaguely taking on a blueish tint eastward.
I well remember the historic South Westminster School (Google Map) on those walks, for the railway tracks passed right alongside it just before crossing 104th Avenue. The school was still an active elementary school back then ─ I have no idea when it stopped being used, if it indeed has.
I was curious to see it again, so I looked for it as I started walking up 104th Avenue and across the tracks, but I was unable to espy it. Instead, and seemingly much closer to 104th Avenue than the school ever was, there was some other large and modern structure ─ I surmised a possible school or church.
Research I have just done reveals that there is indeed a church ─ Saint Mary's Coptic Orthodox Church ─ using the same address as the old South Westminster School (12469 - 104th Avenue).
That church (as the Coptic Orthodox Patriarcate) owns the South Westminster School and the property it is situated upon.
The school building still exists, but it is hidden behind the big church, and is now called Milestone Montessori Pre-School & Kindergarten and is evidently being used as such.
Anyone deeply interested in this can refer to this 2009 seven-page Heritage Alternation Permit document; as well as this far more detailed 2010 31-page City of Surrey Planning and Development Report .pdf.
Rather interesting stuff for Surrey locals.
But getting back to my narrative, I climbed most of the 104th Avenue very steep hill before deviating onto a side street that led me into a bit of a labyrinth before I finally came across 100th Avenue and chose to remain affixed to surer roads such as it and not lose myself any further.
I thought it was later than it actually was because the dawn was seemingly near, but I was home again and directly upstairs here to my computer to see the time as being 4:44 a.m. ─ I had been gone a full two hours.
My bedtime was approximately an hour later, but I did not sleep as effectively as I did two days ago when I was finished another of these walks, for this morning it was 8:15 a.m. at most when I checked the time out of curiosity. And when I was still unable to return to any sleep a half hour or so later, I rose for the morning.
I actually rose just ahead of my brother.
My wife had another full workday today ─ the restaurant opens at 11 a.m., so she was up by 9:45 a.m. for a shower and so forth, and then headed away in plenty of time for her fairly long drive.
After I joined my brother for some morning T.V. and he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I summoned up a very interesting 52-minute video that Odessa Orlewicz posted a day or two ago: The Affidavit You Need & The Law Of Nations With Angela Albright.
Angela Albright most definitely sounded like she was offering much that I wanted to learn more about and maybe even practice, but none of the video mentioned pricing. Alas, investigation has revealed that becoming a member to what she is offering has a price tag of $250 U.S.
That's impossible for me ─ I am too deeply into debt already. And she mentioned the House of Markus Fellowship in the States, from which she adapted certain elements to Canadianize them ─ to become a member there costs $33 U.S. per month!!
Why do all of these people who claim to want to help their fellow humans to be free insist on making a very decent living from doing so? Anyone unable to afford to buy into the knowledge is left out in the cold.
That tactic doesn't impress me at all, and it never will.
Earlier this morning following my walk, I learned of a video that was posted (yesterday, I think) to Del Bigtree's website The Highwire. The video is five hours long and features various renowned authorities (i.e., true experts, not those bought and paid for by corrupt governments, lying health agencies, and pharmaceutical corporations) each being given time to make a presentation or speech ─ and it led off with Brian Peckford: “THEN THEY CAME FOR THE CANADIANS” EVENT.
A digital conference of world-renowned experts presenting Canadians with the latest Covid science and resources, and calling for an end to totalitarian government interventions.
Unfortunately my brother had to leave to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 11 a.m. to run an errand or two, so I had to pause the video after we had watched just 33 minutes; and even after he returned, we never got any farther into it than maybe an hour and 43 minutes.
Consequently, it will be the first thing I tune in for us tomorrow morning.
For a little more detail on the conference call, this is what Dr. Jessica Rose had to offer as a description:
It was an event organized and co-hosted by Eric Feintuch and Chris Vandenbos of Police on Guard and it was amazing. Please watch to hear voices of reason and to learn about immunology, law, stopping the WHO treaty, adverse event data and more.
She will be speaking, but as yet my brother and I have not gotten that far into the video. People we have seen beyond Brian Peckford are Dr. Peter McCullough, Geert Vanden Bossche, Dr. Tess Lawrie, and Dr. Pierre Kory.
My brother headed off afoot this early afternoon to catch a bus and rendezvous at some pub with one or two of his drinking buddies, so he is unlikely to be home this evening until around 10 p.m. Even so, I have nothing planned for the early a.m. tomorrow, so I will likely remain up to watch an episode of one or two of the T.V. series we follow in common, as well as have a can or two of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I seek to keep in stock.
I sought a nap after he left and once I had finally eaten, but prior to both of those I got around to weighing myself while entirely naked.
Yesterday I was maybe 193 pounds at most; today, no more than 192 pounds ─ very possibly 191 pounds. But of course, that was on an empty stomach and after that walk.
Additionally, that's all at a height of just under five feet and 11 inches ─ and at my age of 72.
It's nearly 8 p.m. now, so I am going to bring this post to a close so I can maybe perform some leg-raises, and then catch me some T.V. while I have the evening to myself. I might even have something alcoholic to drink.
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