I do not believe that it was very much before 9:30 p.m. last evening that I heard my younger brother arrive home from his daily socializing, so I turned off my bedroom light and was soon to bed ─ my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up for a planned 5½-or-so-mile walk.
All went as scheduled, and I was on the road by 2:20 a.m., if I correctly recall.
There was a light cloud cover of the sky, and temperatures were a little above freezing. In fact, when I stopped early into my hike to essay six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at an elementary school playground, I found the metal bars to be dry and tolerably cold to my bare hands.
For repetitions in those six sets, I opened with three, and the remaining five sets saw two repetitions apiece. It needs explaining that later in the a.m. when I returned to bed, I weighed myself while entirely naked, and registered around 189 pounds. Thus, fully clothed as I had been on that walk ─ including boots and a suede leather bomber-style jacket ─ I must have been near 200 pounds.
Thus, for a 73-year-old, I supposed I did not fare too poorly with those sets.
Only twice did I come in proximity of anyone else. The first time was nigh a mile from home when I came in proximity to a reasonably young woman pushing a bicycle who was probably scavenging, for she had one or two big black plastic bags that may have been filled with her finds ─ I heard the distinctive crinkling sound that an empty aluminum beer can would make when pressured.
The next occasion was while walking a mile-long stretch of highway through a forested area ─ at that point I was a relatively short distance from Green Timbers Way (Google Map) as I trekked 96th Avenue from where I had left 148th Street.
I had first noticed ahead of me what appeared to be a wooden sign or something immediately behind a large tree I was approaching ─ a sign that I could not remember seeing anytime before on these walks. Then as I neared and my view opened up, I saw that it was a somewhat stooped man wearing a large hooded parka who was facing into the forest. He had just spoken something softly and indistinctly ─ whether to someone else I could not see, or maybe into a cellphone, or maybe even to himself.
I passed on by as if I noticed nothing, hoping the fellow was not so mentally unbalanced so as to be any sort of threat while my back was yet near to him. He did not appear to be anything like a fit walker ─ I felt that I needed but to put some feet between us and I would thereafter be safely removed from him.
Whyever he was off the gloomy, tree-root-buckled sidewalk and confronting the dark forest I do not know ─ perhaps he was having a lengthy urination.
Incidentally, earlier when I was walking past Green Timbers Access (Google Map) as I trekked along 100th Avenue towards 148th Street, I found considerable icing of the sidewalk. This frigid state seemed to persist along 148th Street ─ the sidewalk was free of ice, but any puddles that I saw were frozen. And then when I turned onto 96th Avenue, there seemed to be icing for a short distance along there ─ perhaps that entire area was subject to a localized dip in temperature.
During the last mile or less as I was returning home, I witnessed something that struck me as most odd.
Specifically, in the light cloud cover of the night sky, the nearly full moon was easily apparent. However, it struck me that I had not before at night ever noticed that it was well to my right in the western distance ─ I could only ever recall the moon being well to my left in the distance as I faced West.
I still have no idea what was afoot with that.
Anyway, it was 4:21 a.m. when I checked the time outside of the house's locked front door. And it was likely a little under an hour later that I returned to bed for what scant sleep I was able to achieve. I did not rise again until just after 8 a.m., but I had considered doing so an hour earlier.
Beginning mid-morning, after I had joined my younger brother for some T.V., I put our Android TV Box to use and tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's latest video streamed just yesterday ─ it was just over two hours long (2:04:34): Incest and Child Rape Book Being Promoted In Canadian School Libraries.
The video is also at Rumble here.
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Thanks to the liberal agenda these books are popping up in your kids schools. I interview Pierre Barns who has tirelessly sought out these books, and is trying to expose which Canadian schools have put these books in their libraries. He (or we) will read out particular books that are sick promoting children being penetrated by adults as if it is FUN! I will also read out at the very end of the episode the very long list of Canadian schools that now have these books promoting pedophilia. Pierre has managed to get these books removed from his kids school by outing the principal on social media. Pierre needs YOUR help in exposing these schools for what they are. YOUR tax money is paying for promotion of adult/child intercourse at your local school. This episode is NOT TO MISS whether you are a parent or not.
I found myself liking this Pierre Barns, so it was a good show. Odessa truly shines when she has a guest to interview.
Both my brother and I had a little bed rest beginning within the noon hour, and he thereafter left to catch a bus in order to rendezvous with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub ─ he oughtn't to be back home until after 9 p.m., so I may chance a movie.
That will likely be contingent upon some shopping I am considering at a local pharmacy, so I will need to probably rest a little further before that becomes likely.
I am closing this post with five photos that my wife uploaded today to her Facebook account at 1:03 p.m. (Pacific Time Zone). Since she is presently in Rome, Italy, then local time there would have been 10:03 p.m. today (February 2, 2023).
My suspicion is that all of the photos were taken in the Piazza Barberini; and the two in the restaurant were specifically at a restaurant called Signorvino, for a preceding post around the same time included a Google Map identifying that restaurant.
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