Early last evening I used our Android TV Box to tune in on T.V. a 43-minute BitChute video: The Art of Conducting: Great Conductors of the Past | Extra material (Interviews).
I had quite recently finally finished watching the associated documentary ─ The Art of Conducting: Great Conductors of the Past ─ in at least four sittings, beginning back in December, if I correctly recall. The topic is not of any particular interest to me, but I did find the "extra material" to be of marginally more interest than the actual long (nearly two hours) documentary.
However, if unlike me, you are profound in your appreciation of classical and operatic music, then I expect that the documentary will hold much more appeal.
I watched nothing else last evening, for I wished to avoid my younger brother's homecoming from his daily socializing, for I intended to get to bed fairly early and rise to my cellphone's 2 a.m. alarm.
I am unsure now on precisely when it was that I 'hit the hay', but it was around 9:15 p.m. ─ I had heard my brother enter the house, so I closed my bedroom door and turned off the light in order to complete a game of FreeCell before getting into bed.
When my alarm eventually sounded, I found myself feeling better slept than I usually do.
Notwithstanding, it was still irritating to find that my eldest stepson was still downstairs resisting his bed, for these outings of mine are a private affair to me that I prefer no one be privy to. Also, I like to be able to ready myself without secrecy.
I had decided yesterday to engage a Sabbath fast, so apart from an afternoon unsweetened coffee creamed with liquid whipping cream, I had eaten nothing since the noon hour that day.
And so it was with considerable satisfaction that before leaving home, I weighed myself fully clothed and discovered myself to be around 200 pounds. Early the previous evening, and just prior to a bath, I had a fully naked weight of maybe 192 pounds, so I was content with the clothed weight.
I had also checked online before leaving home to see the claimed temperature for hereabouts, and the claim was 6.7º Celsius ─ my denim jacket would be adequate, and my warmer bomber-style jacket unnecessary.
I probably got away unnoticed by my stepson, and was outside the locked front door and stepping down the driveway at 2:18 a.m. There were only very light clouds above and some possible haze to the clear sky, but all was dry.
As usual, I made a stop early into my walk at an elementary school playground to essay six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, finding the metal bars to be dry and not at all unbearably cold to handle bare-handed. As has become usual as well, I managed three repetitions in the first set, and two in the remaining five sets. Even so, I actually believed that if I had striven, I might have been able to force out a fourth repetition in that first set ... but it would have been very difficult.
There was only one incident of special note on my walk, and that was to occur after I had crossed 140th Street as I followed the lowermost sidewalk of 100th Avenue (Google Map) with 148th Street as my destination ─ in other words, I was walking towards the right boundary of that Google Map.
As seen on the map, there is nothing but the Urban Green Timbers Forest all along 100th Avenue's lower side from 140th to 148th Streets, and 100th Avenue itself is a four-lane highway. Homes fronting the avenue exist from 140th Street only as far as 141st Street, and then there is only Lena Shaw Elementary School and its property, which is all fenced in.
There are a few homes along the 100th Avenue offshoot basically between 143rd and 144th Streets, but there is a treed strip that blocks those homes from fronting onto 100th Avenue ─ they exist only on the north or top side of that 100th Avenue offshoot.
I am explaining all of this because of the oddity that I met with.
I had only gotten a short distance along the lower side of 100th Avenue after crossing 140th Street when well into the distance on the same sidewalk I was treading I saw illuminated by infrequent vehicle headlights what I at first suspected was a coyote, for I have seen such before.
The critter was coming in my direction, I soon realized.
When I had first seen it, the animal might have been approximately midway of the elementary school property, but of course on the opposite side of 100th Avenue and thus where the forest is.
That it kept coming toward me was peculiar ─ could it not see me in the distance? It was otherwise very wary, often twisting and turning as it advanced, as if attentive to every part of its surroundings.
Note that the forest also harbours some large owls.
I soon recognized that the animal was a large, black, short-haired house cat, and we were going to coincide approximately across from 141st Street.
There was little enough traffic, but I did not want to frighten the cat into taking to the avenue, so I walked nearest the highway and left the forested side of the very wide sidewalk clear for the oncoming cat.
I also walked with less energy, but kept a steady pace so as to not appear any more threatening than I had not seemed before.
And sure enough, the cat and I passed one another by. Just before that happened, it actually turned its attention and face towards the forest for a few seconds as it walked, and did not directly face me despite the imminence for our intersecting.
This was one cool cat!
Anyway, as it passed me by without any especial attention, I just offered it a soft, somewhat high-voiced, "Hello, kitty." Neither of us stopped.
I looked back and saw that the cat continued on its way towards 140th Street, and I kept glancing back to ensure that it did not have a change of mind and came about to seek me out.
I soon enough lost sight of it, so I have no idea if it arrived at 140th Street and crossed over, or if it turned up or down that street.
I offered a special little prayer to God to protect the brave wee soul.
Further along 100th Avenue, I actually put in a longer bit of sustained jogging than I have likely yet done, for this time I did not stop anytime some vehicle approached. Until last night, I always preferred not to display my sloppy jogging style.
By the time I was back home and standing just before the locked front door, it was 4:08 a.m., if I am remembering right. I had made my best time yet, I think.
The house was in darkness.
It was likely nigh 5:10 a.m. by the time I returned to bed for another three hours. Note that the nighttime temperature managed to drop about three degrees by the time I returned to bed.
We were to have quite a sunny day.
My brother and I only watched one entire video together later in the morning. It was an upload yesterday to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel, and was a little more than 1¼ hours long (1:17:10): 'Not Safe or Effective': Steve Kirsch Speaks at the Summit for Truth & Wellness.
I would venture that Shannon Joy's Summit For Truth and Wellness was actually held and recorded on March 11, judging by this Tweet of hers.
We actually broke from watching T.V. around 12:20 p.m., each of us to seek some further bed rest. I doubt that I was down much more than an hour, but my brother had left for the day by then.
Despite not having eaten anything today yet, I am considering a little light exercise ─ but I am certainly hungry. The plan is to hold out until maybe 8 p.m. ─ I want it to be dark, and thus a full Sabbath fast. The Biblical Sabbath of course extended from sunset Friday until sunset Saturday, for days were reckoned according to the setting of the Sun.
My Sabbath fast will more than qualify, since it began long before sunset yesterday.
Unfortunately, it is likely going to cost me a considered local shopping excursion. I do not like going anywhere during the daytime, so I was thinking of heading out on foot after it got dark. Doing so would delay my desired mealtime; but to not go shopping first will likely cost me because I will not feel like doing anything after a filling meal.
Besides, I will want to catch some T.V. this evening ─ not sally forth to shop. There are also two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt in the mix!
So my evening is not exactly ironed out. Most likely, though, I will probably remain home.
I used to engage Sabbath fasts commonly when I was a much younger man. Maybe I will see about reestablishing the practice.
I am going to close today's post by linking to the Organic Consumers Association's current newsletter Organic Bytes.
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