As was expected, last evening my younger brother never came near making it home by the 9:30 p.m. deadline I had in place for him, for he was doing so by bus ─ probably two, in fact ─ from whatever pub he has bused to in the early afternoon to rendezvous with anywhere from one to three of his drinking buddies.
I got to bed barely ahead of 10 p.m., but found it so needlessly warm that sleep was kept at bay for the longest time. I had the impression that my wife arrived home not too very far after did my brother, for she had probably worked the full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.
My cellphone alarm was set for 2:30 a.m.; and as time wore on, I expected the worst when that alarm finally sounded. I was only going to be in bed for 4½ hours, and it was looking as if I would not even have two of those hours as sleep.
As well, the vague headache behind my right eye remained with me ─ a development from a migraine aura attack towards the mid-afternoon.
Well, 2:30 a.m. evidently arrived, and I was more awake than asleep, and thus quite prepared for the darned thing. Even so, I could not help but wonder how much quality sleep I would have gotten thereafter had I not had the walk planned.
I managed to be on my way by 2:44 a.m., and seemed to escape unnoticed by my eldest stepson who was still up, but out of sight at the dining table watching a video on his laptop.
I ended up putting in a little more than five miles, for the perimeter of the rectangle that formed the boundaries of my trek were 88th and 97th Avenues on two sides, and 132nd and 144th Streets on the other two sides ─ this Google Map shows the approximate centre point. That address is actually 9251 - 138th Street; but for some reason, if I try to put the focus on the 9250 block of 138th Street, the location changes to some ridiculously irrelevant site that has no relation whatsoever to this part of Surrey.
The main reason that I selected this particular route was because I was intent on forging my way through a small stretch of forest that disconnects 92nd Avenue where 14148 - 92nd Avenue is shown on this Google Map, from another stretch of 92nd Avenue approximately where 14248 - 92nd Avenue is shown on this related Google Map.
I only learned last week of a trail cutting through that span of forest, so I had never seen it before. I wanted to use 92nd Avenue to get me through to 144th Street.
Thank Heaven I had my flashlight / stun gun with me! I initially tried to slowly work my way along in the dark, but the trail was not well developed. It was just a meandering, narrow, natural dirt path; and as such, in the deep dark I found myself unable to tell if I was actually following it, or simply working my way through openings between shrubbery where there was no actual trail.
Also, I kept 'discovering' unseen tree roots in my path.
I didn't want to use the flashlight ─ I only bring it along for the stun gun. The charge cord disappeared back in early November last year when my wife rearranged the room where I had kept the cord. Thus, I have no idea how much of a charge there is in the combo, so I would prefer not wasting power by using the light in case my life ever depends upon having the means of defending myself from attack.
Without the light, however, I would never have made it through safely. I did not realize that there was a creek bed along the way which did not have a bridge over it. The creek itself was the merest of trickles at best; but there were quite steep slopes into and out of it; and the creek bed itself was a-clutter with much debris that would have been just about impossible to negotiate blindly.
It was so dark that I would not even have been able to tell when I had gotten to the darned creek, and thus the risk was there that I could have suffered injury by falling down the slope.
It was profoundly dark.
But I wisely employed the light, and got through to my destination.
According to that Google Map, there is a King Creek Trail that strikes 'up' the map. so I suppose the creek must have been King Creek.
I won't dare any more trail hikes at night ─ not until I find that charging cord again and can have a fully charged battery in the flashlight / stun gun.
Anyway, I was back outside the locked front door of home by 4:37 a.m., having made pretty good time when walking the pavement or sidewalks.
And I was back in bed by 5:15 a.m.
Incidentally, that vague headache seemed to leave me soon after I began my hike. The balmy night air and my stimulating activity probably purged whatever malaise had possessed me last afternoon.
Oddly to say, even though I did not manage to sleep well after getting back to bed ─ I wonder if I even slept a full hour by the time I checked the time just after 8 a.m.? ─ upon rising and feeling so inadequately slept, I have otherwise felt quite decent.
Even after sunning following my day's first meal, I have not required an afternoon nap.
I feel obliged to mention a couple of the morning videos that my brother and I watched on T.V. using our Android TV Box.
I first led us off with one of Dr. Joseph Mercola's efforts ─ it was uploaded to BitChute on June 1, and was a little over an hour in duration (1:06:11): The Last Stage of a Tyrannical Takeover - Interview with Naomi Wolf.
Repeat guest Naomi Wolf is the author of “The End of America,” published in 2007, and “The Bodies of Others: The New Authoritarians, COVID-19 and the War Against the Human,” which was released at the end of May 2022. In our previous interview, we discussed how “The End of America” dovetailed with current pandemic events. (You can download the first and last chapters for free on the publisher’s website, chelseagreen.com.)
There are 10 steps that leaders who want to crush a democracy will always take. We are now in Step 10, and traitors are dissolving the boundaries and sovereignty of the United States. The same is also taking place in other nations.
The COVID pandemic was used to strip us of our liberties and to conceptually terraform America into being ready to accept a CCP-style World Economic Forum-guided post-humane and post-constitutional world.
We are at war, and the federal government, institutions and agencies of various kinds, and the media, have all been weaponized against the public.
Hopelessness leads to inaction, and without action, we’re guaranteed to lose everything. The one thing the technocrats’ technology cannot compete with is the analog world — analog devices and in-person relationships — so that’s where our greatest strength lies.
General guidance on how to prepare for near-future events, and what is needed for survival and success in the long term are addressed.
We watched a couple of other videos ... more or less.. but I am only going to mention Sean Stone's Best Kept Secret (Chapter 6) Blood Ritual.
That likely was not the source that I used ─ there are many different sources for it at BitChute.
Murder has become far too commonplace in today's world. But could it also be considered a 'blood sacrifice' to demons beyond our sight? From the Son of Sam 'death cult' to the Bohemian Grove and the 'Monster of Belgium', we explore the powerful networks involved with ancient ideologies of 'blood rites'.- Featuring Alex Jones, Chris Everard, Carine Hutsebaut, Detective Jim Boots Rothstein, Joe Calhoun, James Martinez, Douglas Dietrich and Peter Levenda.
The video was very little more than a half hour (31:51) in length, so those various topics were only superficially touched upon. Each warranted an hour or even more ─ maybe even a full series of videos.
My wife had to work a full day today ─ the restaurant opens at 11 a.m. ─ so she rose somewhere around 9:45 a.m. to begin readying for her day. We finally had some financial discussion.
As she was leaving, she said something about possibly having to help out someone else she knows after she finished work, so I am unsure just what she was getting at. Perhaps she will not be coming home this evening.
That afternoon sunning I mentioned commenced at 1:47 p.m. and continued until maybe 3:09 p.m. By the time I began the session, my brother had already gone for the afternoon and early evening (to engage his daily 'socializing' somewhere).
By the way, I was overzealous when I claimed not to have been suffering overmuch for my want of proper sleep overnight. Late into the afternoon as I worked upon this post, I flagged badly and did have to lie down ... which soon saw me zoning right out into something of a doze. That brought me to the close of the afternoon and the advent of the early evening, and the realization that I was unlikely to be tackling some intended exercising ─ I was too deeply lacking.
In that context ─ i.e., exercise ─ I want to mention for the very first time that one of the new tenants next door who moved in nigh a year ago is a beautiful young woman who is extremely fit by all appearance. I have seen her exercising in their back yard in the past, but today I saw her incorporating deadlifts with a decent-sized barbell.
As I said, she is both young and beautiful, so it is very difficult not to enjoy the surreptitious vision of this young woman even when she is sunning, but I do my best to respect both her and her privacy, and not over-engage this voyeurism.
Okay, I have no activity planned for the early a.m. tomorrow, so I will sit up awaiting my brother's homecoming so that we can catch up on a little television entertainment.
Finally, this may officially be Canada Day; but as long as we have the tyrannical and fiscally disastrous government in power that we do, I feel not even a vague urge to celebrate the day. Nevertheless, my wife did wish my a "Happy Canada Day" as she was leaving this morning, and gave me a hug.
Even my youngest stepson later made a similar greeting ─ minus the hug ─ soon after he rose for the day.
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