I am opening this post in the late a.m. because of having a clear slate to do so. Normally my younger brother and I would be watching material on T.V. that Canada's Crime Minister Unjust Trudope and his ilk would declare to be "unacceptable", but my brother decided that he would drive south today into Washington State to visit with his daughter Rene (Irene).
And my wife had to work a full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose around 9:45 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready herself for her fairly long drive and day ─ the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.
I got to bed last night just ahead of 10 p.m., I believe. My cellphone alarm was set for 2 a.m. to get me up for what turned out to be a walk of at least 5¾ miles here in north Surrey, for I like to be on my way by 2:15 a.m. or even earlier if I can manage it.
I recollect hearing my wife at some point last night, so she had come home from work that day. Nevertheless, one of the things I intended doing on my walk was to withdraw $200 from my chequing account to lessen temptation for her to be robbing my money to gamble with. The account only had something like $338, so by removing $200, what remained might be safe from her predation.
When my alarm sounded at 2 a.m., it pulled me with a little shock from a state of slumber. Nevertheless, I was on the street outside by 2:15 a.m., and had probably gotten away unnoticed by my eldest stepson who was still up.
I think that the young man actually had his 28th birthday in September. If so, it was obviously rather unremarked.
Early into my walk I had the usual stop at an elementary school playground so I could perform four sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings featured there, where I managed the usual 6 - 2 - 2 - 2 total of repetitions in those four sets.
I opted not to make the $200 withdrawal during the early leg of my walk, for the destination ATM is at most a mile from here ─ better to make the withdrawal while returning home just in case I met with misadventure on my walk following any earlier withdrawal.
My legs were somewhat listless, so I did not try to push my pace. I may even have been meandering ─ staggering ─ a little more than usual as I walked the sidewalks. I tend to find that I habitually deviate from walking a direct path, almost as if I am a little tipsy.
And when I reached Green Timbers Access as I walked 100th Avenue (Google Map) ─ that point where I try to run for at least 2½ blocks in the direction of 148th Street ─ I had no style. My slow run was a sloppy, plodding jog that was ridiculously effortful and jarring.
A more pleasant experience was while I was walking Green Timbers Way (Google Map) in the direction of 140th Street ─ I was treated to the sound of a frog weakly croaking. Incidentally, back along 100th Avenue well before where I began trying to run, I heard a vague rustling in the edge of the Green Timbers Urban Forest, and then some animal uttered a reasonably quiet, second-long sort of ticking sound. It was probably only a raccoon, but it was a little unnerving.
By the time I got to the vicinity of the Coast Capital Savings Credit Union where I intended to make my withdrawal from an outdoor ATM close by King George Boulevard where George Junction terminates at that highway (Google Map), I saw a Brinks armoured vehicle parked and idling right by the ATM.
There is an ATM practically 'kitty-corner' on the same building complex, so I detoured towards it. Alas, close by the ATM I saw a scavenger with a shopping card of unknown items who was standing with his head hidden from view in a public garbage can. I was hardly going to be withdrawing $200 in the presence of a probable street person, so I turned about and walked back to the other side of the building where I had to sit some distance from the Brinks truck and wait five to 10 minutes until the pair of guards returned to it and drove off.
That wait badly stiffened me up.
Anyway, I was finally back home and standing outside the locked front door at something like 4:25 a.m.
I never checked to see the time when I got back into bed, but I hope that it was not too very long after 5 a.m. My morning was to begin around three hours later.
My brother failed to emerge from his bedroom by 9 a.m., so I took control of the T.V. and set us up with Odessa Orlewicz's fairly short (33:27) video of yesterday: How A Website May Become Evidence For Trudeau's Trial.
Odessa interviewed a woman who apparently only wants to be known as "Jen" who has set up a website (Convoy Live) that she intends to become an archive for as much original video footage of the Ottawa Freedom Convoy 2022 as she can possibly find.
I notice that YouTube's ZOT is not listed as one of the contributors to the website ─ I probably watched more of ZOT's footage than any other single videographer during the Freedom Convoy 2022. ZOT and his apparent girlfriend Charlotte would record late into the night when few or none of the other videographers were at work; and since I live three time zones away and often only watched well into my evening, ZOT (very often in the person of dear Charlotte) were the only livestreams I knew of still airing.
Anyway, Odessa's video was the only one that my brother had time for. He intended to head south into the States right after he picked up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. and dropped her off where she works part-time.
Perhaps midway through the noon hour ─ or not too much thereafter ─ I had a needed nap. I never roused enough to feel like taking a look at the time until 2 p.m.
Once more, we had another quite sunny day ─ so many such days this Fall! And so at 2:09 p.m. I was out in the backyard in just a pair of cutoffs and topped 70 minutes out there sitting in the sunshine.
How much longer can this be possible? It was only a few Septembers back that I think that I missed a sunning opportunity quite early in that month, and there was never to be another decent sunning day until the following year!
I have scant else I care to talk about, for I want to get this post published and make a post in my private blog ─ it has been a full year since I last did so.
I shall be sitting up this evening to watch some T.V. with my brother once he eventually arrives home, but I am hoping that I will find it within me to get out very early tomorrow to 'advance vote' in Surrey's 2022 British Columbia municipal elections. My brother already exercised this option on Wednesday.
The nearest such polling station is nearly two miles away and opens at 8 a.m., so it is my hope to hike there (I do not drive) in order to vote as early as it is possible to do so. Thus, I should be leaving home no later than 7:30 a.m., I would estimate.
We shall see.
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