Perhaps it was soon after 9:30 p.m. last evening when I got to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up to quickly ready and leave for one of my five-mile or so walks.
As often occurs, a point arrived in the night when I felt suspiciously sleepless, so I made a check of the time and found it to be ... well, somewhere from 1:32 - 1:39 a.m., for I now forget precisely when.
I made a bid to relax further until my alarm sounded, but after just a few minutes I opted to rise instead and thus be able to take my time readying for the outing.
I took the opportunity to electronically sign the new two-year fixed-rate mortgage agreement that was decided upon yesterday. And by doing so, I was able to detail by Facebook Messenger text to my wife ─ who is presently in Thailand visiting her mother ─ the very simple three-step process.
She had sent me a text at 9:09 p.m. last evening asking how she was supposed to sign.
So all she needs to do is click on a website link that the bank had E-mailed to her; then that triggers a six-digit code that is texted to her cellphone.
She then types those six numbers into the website, and that opens the gate for her to be able to 'see' the mortgage agreement.
To sign, all she does is go to the bottom of the agreement to the signature space for her where she will find a special 'button' that she only has to click which then recognizes her as having 'signed' and, I suppose, dated the agreement.
But my wife can seem dense at times. As well, I do not know how much partying she is involved in with old Thai friends.
We only have online access to the agreement for three days, and now she is down to just two days. Also, I was left a telephone message from the mortgage agent at the bank ─ was the document going to be signed today?
Well, of course I do not know, so I explained the problem via E-mail (I hate phone calls). Thailand is 14 hours ahead of us here in the Pacific Time Zone, and when I sent the message to the agent at 3:45 p.m., over in Thailand it was only 5:45 a.m. tomorrow morning ─ my wife would not even be starting her day.
Clearly, I am going to have to be vigilant via Facebook for any communication from her.
But getting back to my walk, it was later than usual when I got it underway ─ it was 2:22 a.m. I try to get away by 2:15 a.m.
In yesterday's post I reported how my right hand's main thumb joint has become so infernally sore ─ probably from daily keyboard pounding over the years ─ that I found myself unable to bear the pain to do more than a single pull-up or chin-up that morning.
Well, thankfully when I stopped early into my walk at an elementary school playground to do six sets of those exercises there, I was able. I had weighed exactly 200 pounds fully dressed for my walk, and in the six sets managed repetitions of three in the first set, and two in each of the remaining five.
All was dry, by the way ─ even the bars in the playground were free of condensation.
I of course live in north Surrey.
Over the many years of my life, I have heard the distant wild yelping and howling of various packs of coyotes ─ they actually sound more like packs of chihuahuas.
Well last night I got treated to the experience 'up close'.
If you look at this Google Map, I was walking 'down' 148th Street from 100th Avenue and bound for 96th Avenue where I would be turning right.
There is no sidewalk along the Green Timbers Urban Forest side of 148th Street, so of course I was walking on the opposite side of the street and had just passed 98th Avenue where the red marker is.
Then a short distance ahead and just 20 or so feet into the forest, I heard what first sounded like some dog that had suddenly been mortally injured and was howling out in its pain.
But it was a mature coyote's voice, and quickly it was joined by a number of other yipping and howling coyote voices, some of which were clearly fairly young.
It was all so darned loud.
But I kept walking, despite the fact that I was soon to be directly across the street from the noise. I relied upon the coyote reputation of being too timid to approach an adult human, although I was not all that sure what the story might be with a pack mentality in play.
The racket died down after what seemed like nearly 30 seconds, by which time I had passed the point of being abreast of the pack that was well hidden in the forest.
Nevertheless, when I reached 96th Avenue where I would be making a right turn, the only sidewalk along there does happen to be on that same side of forest where I had heard the coyotes.
I am relatively brave, but not necessarily foolhardy.
So rather than use the sidewalk, I began jogging down the opposite side of 96th Avenue from where the sidewalk is, and I was fortunate enough to be able to do so for approximately half of the distance to Green Timbers Way (the red marker) before a motor vehicle's headlights appeared in the distance, forcing me to cross over to the sidewalk.
By then, I felt myself sufficiently far away from the coyote activity, although I did look back a few times as I walked towards Green Timbers Way which I would be turning onto.
I do not know if a pack of coyotes would actually attack, but I do know that sometimes a coyote has been known to sneak up and bite a person. I was not interested in having one or more of the animals launch at the back of my legs when I was unawares.
All in all, a very interesting experience.
I was back home and outside the locked front door by 4:12 a.m., and probably back in bed just under an hour later.
It was a little after 8:30 a.m. when I decided to commence my morning.
When my brother and I got together a while later for some T.V., I put our Android TV Box to use and tuned in a 22-minute August 11 (2022) upload to Rumble's The Why Files channel: An Empty World, A Time Traveler, Another Dimension | Liminal Spaces: The Reality In-between.
In the past year or so, three internet mysteries popped up that really got my attention. They may seem very different, but trust me, they're connected.
The first one is about a girl who found a door in the basement of her AirBnB. She opened it and inside was an abandoned shopping mall.
The second story is about Javier aka Unico Sobreviviente, who woke up in a hospital in the year 2027, in an alternate universe. In his version of the future -- everyone on earth has vanished. He's the only one left, and he has video to prove it.
The third mystery is known as the Backdoors. A reality adjacent to ours that, if the conditions are just right, you can accidentally slip into. Then you find yourself lost in an endless maze of dingy carpet, fluorescent light, and yellow wallpaper.
And around every corner--
Honestly, this video was a waste of time. None of these were legitimate mysteries ─ the host merely presented them as such in order to get another video online.
It has been a long time since my brother and I watched one of Amazing Polly's videos on Rumble, so I gave this half hour upload of three days ago a shot: They Still Don't Get It - There is an AGENDA.
Normie analysts need to learn about Globalism, The Great Reset, Social Impact Investing and Agenda2030. ... I talk about hedge funds making hundreds of billions by investing in NON-profits and how they need human misery for their trades.
Polly is struggling.
The third video was an hour long, and had been uploaded yesterday to Rumble's mariazeee channel: ZEROTIME: Senator Antic - End The Slippery Slope NOW!
Senator Alex Antic joins us to discuss big tech censoring Australian politicians, the WHO Treaty/IHR Amendments, exploding excess deaths in Australia and the importance of protecting our children from sexualisation, ending the slippery slope immediately.
ZEROTIME was born out of a desperate need for the truth in Aussie news. For too long, the mainstream media has been lying to the Australian people. Zeee Media commits to bringing you the truth every Wednesday night at 8PM, highlighting key issues the world is facing, how it affects our country and the dangers to our democracy.
Rather than get into anything else of similar vein, I then decided to fire up a movie I had previously recorded onto a thumb or flash drive. However, we only got about 40 minutes into it when my brother requested saving the remainder ─ he was set for some further bed rest before leaving for the day to socialize.
He actually spent nearly three hours in his bedroom ─ most unusual. I had my nap in well less than half that time.
He left on foot, though, busing off to rendezvous with at least one of his drinking buddies at a pub. Thus, he will definitely not be home until ... well, maybe 10 p.m. or later.
Gosh, my thumb joints are sorely bothering me ─ I may have to cease blogging for a month to try and recover normalcy. Even my fingers are experiencing some of this trouble, for I just cannot seem to type gently. I get caught up in the need for speed, and that leads to forceful pounding of the keyboard.
I am going to quit here for today, at least.
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