Noisy Coyote

Perhaps it was as late as 9:30 p.m. before I managed to put myself to bed last evening. My cellphone alarm was set for 1:45 a.m., and when it finally chimed, it actually roused me from some sleep.

By the time I had readied and left for my five-mile+ walk, it was 2:17 a.m. The night was pleasantly cool, and I was to find myself with 'legs' ─ I was not as listless as I had been two and three nights back.

I had weighed myself fully clothed but sans jacket, and was just marginally over 190 pounds.

To my considerable annoyance, when I got to the elementary school playground where I get some upper body exercising, I could hear what seemed to be a female voice talking there very lowly, but I was unable to see anyone in the dark.

There is a second playground for smaller kids on the opposite side of the school, so I had to backtrack over to there and figure out how best to be able to perform the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I tackle at the playground denied me.

Once I got that worked out, I was pleased to be able to match the previous night's totals: four and two pull-ups respectively in the first two sets; then three and two chin-ups in the next two sets; and finally two pull-ups between a pair of stationary rings in each of the final two sets. I also held the very final pull-up in highest elevation for a 12-count.

Then I did eight slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a ramp.

I always remove my gold wedding band for the exercises because it is in the way of sustained gripping, progressively causing more and more pain to the ring finger.

Well, as I was about to place it back onto my finger after fishing it our of my pocket, I dropped it onto the sawdust throughout the playground. I could not detect it when I used my cellphone's light, so I dug out my new Titan stun gun / flashlight / baton.

I had stupidly left the power button on for 24 hours. Apparently even though the flashlight was not shining, it seems that the batteries steadily drain. 

Nothing worked ─ not the flashlight nor the stun gun feature. All I had was a baton.

So I had to resort again to my cellphone and make a painstakingly slow search for my gold ring on the yellowish sawdust.

I did find it, but all told with having to abandon the usual playground and seek this one out, I figured that I must have lost close to 10 minutes.

It was likely good that I did not have the flashlight function thereafter, for I would have travelled up Quibble Creek Greenway to access 100th Avenue (Google Map). The Greenway is an unlit walkway approximately a lane in width, so at night one never knows just what lies ahead ─ sometimes there is a skunk up near 100th Avenue, for example. But homeless and other people also sometimes haunt the Greenway.

Without a flashlight, I felt it best to ascend 138-A street to the left of the Greenway if you refer to that Google Map. After I was proceeding along 100th Avenue, I could hear low voices and rustling in the brush alongside the Greenway ─ I would have come into immediate proximity to whomever were there had I used the Greenway.

I had an interesting experience further along as I walked 100th Avenue. After I crossed 140th Street on my way to 148th Street, I soon heard in the distance what sounded like a large dog barking aggressively, and the attendant higher yapping that is distinctive of coyotes.

The coyote yapping would stop, and then resume. It began to seem like it was a solitary animal.

I thought that it was likely coming from the area of Green Timbers Lake, but as I progressed, I realized that it was very much nearer to the avenue, and well before Green Timbers Access (Google Map), the area where vehicles can park so that folks can hike to the lake or trek the various trails.

But not in the deep dark of night, obviously.

Since the animal seemed very near to 100th Avenue, I opted to cross to the opposite side. The sidewalk shown on the map that commences from the mouth of 144th Street is removed from the avenue, so a certain amount of bush separates the two.

The coyote sounded like it must have been practically next to 100th Avenue, and went silent when I approached the area along 100th Avenue and opposite from the animal. And after I had progressed beyond, it resumed its yapping.

I walked quite some distance before eventually crossing back over 100th Avenue, for I would be turning right along 148th Street.

I have no idea what was going on with the coyote.

Much later as I was walking along Fraser Highway ─ roughly between 140th Street & Quibble Creek Greenway ─ some hooded character on a bicycle coming my way pulled up and in a very low voice said something about "... for ten bucks."

I concluded that he must have been flogging some sort of street drug, so I just said, "No, I don't do that stuff. I'm a drinker." And I never slowed my step, let alone stopped to engage the guy.

Anyway, it was 4:24 a.m. by the time I was back home, so I must have been keeping a very good pace overall, for I would not have been surprised if it was after 4:30 a.m. as a result of the playground fiasco.

I did not get back to bed until possibly as much as 5:45 a.m., and then later rose around 8:30 a.m.

After I joined my younger brother for some morning T.V. and just after 9 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's near one-hour production from yesterday: Interview With Alan Brough About Scalar Energy Healing. A Must Watch!

The video is also at this Rumble link.

Refer to the video for its description ─ it is far too lengthy for me to care to reproduce it here.

This is the website of the Energy Enhancement System; and this is the website for the Canadian Health Alliance.

I will just say that there is no way that I can afford $60 for an hour-long session on even a weekly basis if I did not know that the results would be immediately recognizable and tantamount to miraculous. I do not have that sort of disposable income.

We also watched Christopher James Pritchard's latest from yesterday: Great RCMP Officer Attacked - Wake Up!

The former RCMP member referred to is evidently Bill Majcher.

Following that second video, no later than 11:50 a.m. my brother was already heading away for the day to socialize ─ he just can't seem to intake sufficient beer with various drinking buddies.

I had a substantial first meal of the day, cleaning up a dish of my wife's cooking from two days ago, and then I had a nap. And at maybe 2:57 p.m., I commenced around 88 minutes of backyard sunning.

Speaking of my wife, she lit out yesterday afternoon while I was sunning, and has yet to return.

I will be commencing a Sabbath fast at sundown that will last until after sundown tomorrow, so I must get some supper into me. There will be another walk overnight, but this time I have a fully charged Titan!