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Even though I was not to bed last evening until just past 10 p.m. ─ and with my cellphone alarm set for 1:45 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile walk ─ I had a long wait of it achieving any sleep.
Earlier I had killed some time watching a couple of women's MMA matches on YouTube. The first video was 14½ minutes, and featured a match that took place on September 23, 2016, between rather ripped American Jinh Yu Frey and Japan's Ayaka Hamasaki.
I was rooting for Jinh, but Ayaka seemed to be quite a vicious opponent, and I had my doubts for Jinh. Then a spectacular deep gash to the outside of one of Jinh's eyebrows caused the fight to be stopped in the second round, and the match was given to Ayaka.
I certainly could not decry the stoppage ─ that was one ugly gash!
This is the link to that fight.
The second video was a match between two fighters Wikipedia has no profile on ─ Lisa Kyriacau and Jacinta Austin ─ probably because they fight in an MMA organization exclusive to Australia and New Zealand.
In my first assessment of the two ladies, I thought that Lisa looked to be more powerful, but this did not actually prove to be the case ─ she got pushed around and punished. However, there was no quit in Lisa, and at times she was doing well.
The fight went the distance ─ three five-minute rounds, and I could not argue against the judges' decision.
The link to that match is here.
As for my later walk, despite fractured sleep, I remained in bed until my 1:45 a.m. alarm chimed. The house was in darkness, so I had the privacy to ready and depart that I most appreciate.
It was 2:16 a.m. once I was outside the newly locked front door and on my way, having weighed in at 195 pounds while fully dressed for the walk.
The night had a welcome cool tint to it, but there was no trace of dewy moisture on the equipment when I made a stop early into the walk at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.
I did remove my lightweight black denim jacket, so perhaps I was a pound or so lighter when I managed four repetitions in the first set, and two repetitions in each of the remaining five sets; and I held the elevation in my final pull-up for a 10-count.
A mile or a bit better into my walk, I essentially met up with a raccoon. I had just started up 138th Street with the intention of taking to 138-A Street (Google Map), when I saw the raccoon exiting from 138-A Street.
I was walking on the left side of 138th Street as you look at that map, for only on that side is a sidewalk.
However, the raccoon did not appear particularly perturbed at seeing me, and proceeded down 138th Street in the lane on its side of the street, so we passed one another by with maybe 12 feet of distance separating us at very best.
I was almost at 138-A Street when this coincidence occurred, so I casually walked over to it and put the raccoon and I out of sight of one another. I have little doubt that the animal was proceeding to the dense woods that are a feature on both sides of Quibble Creek.
The next incident of interest that I was met with was while I was walking along 100th Avenue towards 148th Street where I would be turning right.
Approximately less than a power pole's distance ahead of me at maybe the 14600 block (Google Map), I first heard two cursing outbursts, and then a male figure appeared out of the shrubbery edging the Green Timbers Urban Forest.
The figure immediately crouched down onto the sidewalk and began vigorously scraping something on the concrete. He had not noticed me coming along the sidewalk on his side of the avenue, so I quickly crossed over to the opposite side.
I am unsure if he ever did see me. He kept scraping, sometimes muttering gruffly, and once or twice outbursting a curse.
Bear in mind that there is no obvious public trail there, and it was well after 3 a.m. This guy most likely was homeless and had a hidden camp in the forest. And from what I had witnessed, he might not even be of sound mind.
So what was he scraping so loudly ─ a knife edge, or a hatchet? I have no idea.
After I had passed by on the opposite side of the wide avenue and walked a comfortable distance along, I crossed back over. He was still crouched and scraping.
I looked again before I was quite at 148th Street, and he had disappeared back into the dark, thick forest.
There was one further incident that night.
I had decided to just casually jog along 96th Avenue after I turned onto it from 148th Street, because the only sidewalk is quite removed from the avenue and is not only ill lit, but every step is fraught with upheavals and depressions that are probably due to years of tree root activity. Truly, one can scarcely take a step along there without jolting and jarring due to the incessant irregularity of the footing that one is almost blindly taking.
Traffic is very infrequent along the avenue at that time of night, so I was able to jog most of the way to Green Timbers Way (Google Map) where I would be travelling next, only needing to get off the avenue possibly four times due to some vehicle coming from behind. The only sidewalk is on the 'top' side of the avenue as you look at that map, and there is a wide grass-and-treed median separating the avenue for purposes of creating a one-directional traffic flow (Google Map).
I was thus jogging along the 'top' lane of the avenue.
I was perhaps nearing the halfway point of that stretch of avenue when quite deep into the forest 'below' the avenue, I heard what sounded like a medium-sized dog barking rather excitedly a few different times.
There are no homes anywhere near this area ─ it is all forested parkland. It is of course possible that someone's dog had roamed into the forest, but coyote's inhabit the region. A medium-sized dog would not likely fare well on its own, by my estimation.
Still, if it was alone, might it have heard my plodding footsteps, and was reacting to the sounds ─ was some strange dog about to suddenly emerge from the forest in seeking me out?
Or was there some other homeless person(s) resident in those woods, and owning the dog? Perhaps the owner was playfully teasing with it.
I cannot know. I got to Green Timbers Way without any canine or human interception, and was soon well removed from the forest.
Events such as these two make being abroad at that time of night with a knife strapped to one's hip feel a smidgen inadequate for what might potentially befall.
It was 4:08 a.m. by the time I was home and outside the locked front door. But I did not immediately come into the house ─ I spent a full half hour watering garden plants in the front yard.
And due to E-mails and such thereafter, it was well past 6 a.m. before I was back into bed for some further hard won sleep
When finally I began my morning it was already after 9 a.m. by nigh 10 minutes. I rose, and was soon downstairs for coffee and to watch some morning T.V. with my brother.
At his invitation, I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in a video in excess of an hour (1:09:33) that had been livestreamed on June 15 and was on Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: Proof Canada Fires INTENTIONAL by Gov’t Arsonists! Plus mRNA & Baby Deformities Bombshell!
First DeAnna Lorraine is joined by Dr William Makis, who brings evidence that the Canada wildfires that have been roaring are 100% intentional and orchestrated by government Arsonists! He also drops new bombshells about disfigured babies, fetal heart attacks and more that are being hidden by VAERS.
Then DeAnna is joined by Dr. Dawn Michael who shares her story of her husband being targeted and murdered by Remdesivr, and what's been happening to her since she's been blowing the whistle.
The title was exaggerated ─ scant actual proof was presented. Still, it was an interesting show.
Then it was a 35-minute video added to Rumble's The Why Files back on November 17, 2022: Secret 10-Year Mission to an Alien Planet 40 Light Years Away | Project Serpo.
Project Serpo: The Secret 10-Year Mission to a Planet 40 Light Years Away
What if you were offered the opportunity to visit another planet?
You get to experience the culture of an alien race, explore a new world; see and use technology that's 5,000 years ahead of ours.
Would you do it?
Before you answer, there are a few catches. You'll be gone for at least ten years. And when you return to Earth, all evidence of your existence will be erased. You have to start a new life, with a new identity; forbidden to tell anyone about what you experienced.
Now would you do it?
In 1965, 12 astronauts were sent to an alien planet as part of a human-alien exchange program. 13 years later the astronauts returned home.
Well, most of them did.
The mission commander wrote a 3,000-page report of everything his team experienced. First alien contact, the 40-light-year trip to the alien world, and everything that happened on the planet.
This is the true story of Project Serpo.
An entertaining tale indeed!
I am sure those several jeeps and the dozen motorcycles came in so wonderfully handy on "Planet Serpo" ─ for naturally the massive unimaginable gallons of fuel were also brought along, as well as sufficient oil and all manner of mechanical parts to last a minimum of 10 years, right?
Yeah, right.
Well, we had another sunny day, so after my brother left for the day to socialize, and I had eaten and had a short nap, around 2:38 p.m. I began a bit over 1½ hours of backyard sunning, if my calculations are accurate.
It is already nearly 8:30 p.m., so I must finish with this post. If my brother is not back by 9 p.m., it appears that in the a.m. I will be having my 11th consecutive day of five-mile walks.
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