My wife neither came home last night, texted me, nor did she deposit any promised money into the chequing account to meet the imminent monthly debit of nigh $209 that a life insurance company was to be applying, even though she knew that the account only held $59.77 after she had plundered $1,800 from it to gamble away.
The only money in that account was my monthly pension that had been directly deposited the Monday before, so in essence she had stolen from me.
I had gotten to bed last evening ahead of 10 p.m., doing so very shortly after I heard my younger brother arrive home. He actually got home ahead of what used to be a 9:30 p.m. deadline that I set in place for those evenings prior to any day in which I had early a.m. activity planned; but yesterday I decided to lower that deadline to 9 p.m. because he too often made it home just before the 9:30 p.m. deadline, and I then felt an obligation to sit up and operate our Android TV Box to locate sources for a couple or so of the T.V. series that we follow in common.
He has no idea how to operate that device.
Since I have of late been rising at 2:30 a.m. twice each week in order to try and ensure that I get away by 2:45 p.m. for walks that always exceed five miles here in north Surrey, I yesterday decided that I required more sleep ahead of those walks than I have usually been allowing for myself.
It is no fault of mine that my brother needs to be out getting drunk every afternoon and evening ─ if he cannot be home by 9 p.m., that is a late enough deadline and I need feel no guilt for using it as the cut-off.
So last evening, I may even have gotten to bed as early as 9:30 p.m. ─ I simply did not take note at that time.
I managed to sleep in successive fractures. I would lie mostly upon one side until I slept; and then awhile later I would find myself awake, so I would switch to the other side. I engaged this process several times.
Finally, a point of wakefulness arrived wherein I was curious enough about the time ─ it was always possible that my cellphone alarm had failed ─ that I sat up and checked the reading. It was 1:58 a.m.
Well, dash it, with barely over a half hour to go, there was little sense in lying back down when I could instead rise and leisurely ready myself for my walk. Believe me, trying to rouse oneself at 2:30 a.m. and be away within 15 minutes on a long walk is quite hectic ─ stressful, even. A half hour is by comparison an enormous period of preparation.
It is always a little annoying to discover that my eldest stepson has not yet gone to bed, for I do not like my excursions to be known ─ I feel them to be quite personal. Nevertheless, I believe that I maintained a trend of departing unnoticed by him.
First, though, is a desperate hope that my brother had finally written out a monthly expenses reconciliation cheque and left it for me downstairs in the living room, I surreptitiously checked the coffee table and found the remittance there.
Sometimes the cheque is for under $200, but this time it was for (I believe) $306.40 ─ it would easily cover the impending debit by the life insurance company. I would not have to suffer a $48 NSF penalty after all, provided that I got the cheque deposited before the debit was attempted today.
I managed to be on my way just ahead of 2:30 a.m.; and in fact, just as I had passed by our property, the alarm sounded and gave me a start ─ I had forgotten to disarm it.
There was a hint of coolness to the night air. Nevertheless, when I stopped at a fairly nearby elementary school playground to perform four sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings featured there, I found them to be dry of any dew. And as has become my plateau at those pull-ups of late, my repetitions on those four sets were 6 - 2 - 2 - 2 successively.
As I continued on my way, I had just progressed beyond the school property when I noticed a pair of raccoons on the opposite side of the road from me. One lost its nerve and retreated towards the sanctuary of a parked car's underside, but I continued my walk while feigning to not be noticing the creatures, and the second animal was still in place as I passed beyond my peripheral range to be able to see it any longer.
Sure, I could have looked back, but I chose to maintain the facade of not being aware of them and so not pose a potential threat.
I am sure that overall I must have put in at least six miles. The outer boundaries of my walk's grid were 92nd and 99th Avenues on two sides (there is no 99 Avenue on the map, but the credit union on King George Boulevard where I made the deposit is addressed as 9900), and 132nd and 148th Streets on the other two sides. The centre point of that rectangular grid ought to be the 9550 block of 140th Street as shown on this Google Map.
However, I meandered considerably within that grid. For example, once I got to 92nd Avenue after having walked 148th Street from 96th Avenue, I turned up this Google Map and followed the street to Fraser Highway. Both that stretch of 144th Street and the Fraser Highway between 148th Street and 96th Avenue are entirely blocked off to traffic due to SkyTrain expansion work until (supposedly) October 1 ─ they have been closed off since something like June 26.
Since that whole area is within the Green Timbers Urban Forest, it is exceptionally quiet and feels absolutely abandoned at night.
If you note on that map ─ this one shows it more clearly ─ a short distance to the left of where 144th Street ends at Fraser Highway, there is a real estate enterprise listed there that is identified as Timberwood By Metrovan.
Well, that is ludicrous ─ there is only a protected forest reserve there!
A little farther on past the phantom location of Timberwood By Metrovan as one proceeds along Fraser Highway, you will come to a paved lane through the forest ─ the very unilluminated lane is called Green Timbers Greenway (Google Map).
I fully intended to follow the very dark Green Timbers Greenway all the way to King George Boulevard (Google Map), but as I was walking it between 138A Street and 93A Avenue as shown on that same map, I noticed a bright light slowly coming along the Greenway from King George Boulevard.
Initially I suspected that it might be a scooter or some similar conveyance.
However, it was moving too slowly. On this Google Map you can see Quibble Creek, which has a decent-sized bridge over it. I had walked to my side of the bridge without using a flashlight, and whatever was the source of the light was at the opposite side of the bridge, having paused there for some reason.
I had grown leery that there was a chance that someone was out in the company of a large dog that I might prefer not to meet up with in the dark if it was loose.
And so I opted to backtrack with some haste.
I returned to that area between 138A Street and 93A Avenue where Quibble Creek Greenway runs up the map from Green Timbers Greenway, and I followed that alternate route to 94A Avenue from which I was able to access King George Boulevard without incident.
Anyway, ultimately I was back home and outside the locked front door by something like 4:43 a.m. And I think that it was probably very little after 5:30 a.m. by the time I had returned to bed. I remained there for approximately three hours.
My brother was only just stirring for the morning.
When we got together for some T.V., I used our Android TV Box to access Odessa Orlewicz's latest video published yesterday. It was nearly 1¾ hours (1:43:56) in length: Interview- Dr. Makis Reveals 32 Young Dead Doctors And Corruption In Canadian Healthcare.
Interview With Canada's Dr. William Makis who will disclose that It's at 32 now ... 32 that are young, sudden doctor deaths OR suddenly got very aggressive cancer AFTER they took the quack-zeeen. These don't include the 2 paramedics or nurses or ANY of the teen athletes that have dropped dead suddenly. See Dr. Makis latest post here: https://gettr.com/post/p1pi7tf30f7
Odessa's guest videos are just about always her best.
To my surprise, this was all my brother and I were to watch ─ at 11 a.m., he was readying to head away to perform some errands.
I had an earlier than usual first meal of my day, and then sought a nap. The day was sunny, so I wanted an early start at doing some sunning.
When I rose around 1:18 p.m., I found that my brother's bedroom door was shut. He had returned, and was finally getting some bed rest before taking off for the day to 'socialize'.
Regardless, I went out to the backyard to sun despite his presence, and from 1:29 p.m. managed to put in an hour and 20 minutes in just cut-offs.
My brother was gone by the time I returned into the house.
Anyway, that catches me up on my day. I will be sitting up this evening to watch some T.V. and to have a couple of cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in stock.
Provided that my wife does not resort to mischief afterwards if she is dutifully working a full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, she should be home before my brother and I retire for the night.
That cheque my brother left for me did get deposited in time to cover the nearly $209 life insurance payment.
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