Horrific Trespass

The recollection is gone, but I believe that I got to bed last evening by 9 p.m., for my cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for another five-mile+ walk. As yet, my wife was not home from work.

Earlier, I had watched an episode of The Goldbergs ─ as it happened, it was the season 10 and series finalé ("Bev to the Future"). I am glad to be done with the monotonous series ─ it was getting sickening to see what a hopeless suck Adam still was. A pure "momma's boy". He was pathetic.

And who in their right mind could accept that Barry had the brains to ever become a successful medical doctor ─ and maybe even a surgeon? Impossible.

Anyway, I failed to sleep through to the chiming of my cellphone's alarm, and had once even risen to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, my drunken younger brother decided to come upstairs to do similarly, and gave himself a huge start when he intruded as I was about to vacate the bathroom ─ he actually jumped / staggered backwards, uttering "Jeez!"

I was in no mood for him, and just sullenly went directly to my bedroom, closed the door, and returned to bed. My wife may have been home by then, shut up in her bedroom ─ I never looked at the time.

When at 1:30 a.m. I rose, I did not feel too illy slept.

When I checked the purported temperature for hereabouts online, the claim was 18.3° C. (64.94° F.). And when I weighed myself fully clothed just before leaving, I was just about 189 pounds without my sleeveless black denim jacket on.

I headed away with it on, however, and a sleeveless light hoodie beneath that. It was 2:08 a.m.

It was almost a shock to find a fairly stiff, cool breeze out there. It made me feel conspicuous with my bare arms exposed as they were. Had I known what I was to face outside, I would have worn a full jacket.

Early into my walk at the elementary school playground where I tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I decided to perform them with my sleeveless denim jacket on. I was prepared to fail to match what has become my new normal for repetitions, but somehow I was just barely able to manage them ─ and undoubtedly weighing at least 190 pounds, all told.

I was to have an unpleasant encounter just as I was rounding the slight bend of the unlit Quibble Creek Greenway just short of 100th Avenue (Google Map). I had been using my flashlight, but upon entering the straightaway leading up to 100th Avenue, I could suddenly hear someone muttering loudly and whacking vigorously at blackberry vines that are burying a link fence along the right side of the Greenway up ahead of me.

Whomever it was, he had no light ─ he was doing this in the dark. I figured that it was likely the person occupying a tent that I have noticed in the area for some weeks now.

I decided to turn off my light so as not to alert the guy, and I continued on after first wondering if I should just backtrack and detour. What concerned me was just what this guy might be doing the whacking with ─ something worse than a mere pole?

My flashlight is a Titan stun gun / baton / flashlight, so it was not as if I was without considerable protection ─ provided the stun works, for I have not yet tried it in the three or so weeks that I have possessed it.

I also had a dagger on me.

Well, in the dark I had just begun to get past this character when he finally noticed me, and growled out, "WhoZat?"

I lightly responded, "Nobody you know."

He then queried, "Shane?"

"Nope."

And by then I was well past him, for I never broke pace. And I was at 100th Avenue and made my right turn.

Much, much later as I was walking Green Timbers Way (Google Map), I was suddenly startled by realizing that an odd sound that seemed to be coming from behind me was not my imagination nor the wind, and I quickly did an about-face.

There was a figure on an unusually silent skateboard who was rather slowly moving along ─ I had been on the road, and had only just hopped up onto a sidewalk on the 'lower' side of Green Timbers Way, for I had come from 96th Avenue and there was no sidewalk along there until that point.

Despite my shock, I displayed no concern, and just continued on my way. The skateboarder took his time catching up and then passing me, but I perceived that he was quite young and was wearing a backpack.

He actually softly greeted me as he passed with, "Good morning."

I just replied with a "Hi!"

He said something else that was inaudible, but he kept moving on his way and I was not forced into any kind of social engagement. Only the homeless and / or junkies tend to be out in that area at night.

I had one further encounter ─ this time, in the very short alleyway beside my home. I had been just about to use my flashlight in the unlit alley when I heard a female voice speaking softly to a companion. The alley is blocked off to traffic, and she and her quiet-voiced male companion were hunkered down at the cement blockade near that particular end of the alley ─ there is another such blockade near the end where I live.

From what I could tell in the dark, this pair had a startling amount of belongings piled about with them ─ nothing and no one had earlier been there when I left on my walk.

The pleasant-voiced young lass spoke in the dark as I was passing, "Have a good night!" So I wished her the same.

I had courteously not fired up my flashlight and in so doing invaded their privacy, but after I had passed, the soft-voiced young man observed to me, "Nice [*inaudible*]."

My Titan has a green light when it is set to use, so I presumed he had then noticed its brilliance and misidentified what it might be. So I merely replied back as I kept walking, "It's a flashlight." And I flicked it on briefly to show.

For some reason, he genuinely apologized for his mistake.

They both seemed exceptionally polite. Incidents like this make me rue that I do not live alone and thus would then be in a position to offer shelter for the night.

It was 4:11 a.m. once I was back home; and I was likely back to bed by 5:45 a.m. My eldest stepson apparently had a 6 a.m. 12-hour shift today, so he rose fairly soon after I was home. However, when I heard him, I shut myself up into my bedroom to afford him the peace and privacy he might need to ready himself for his day.

My day started around 8:15 a.m.

After my brother and I got together around mid-morning for some T.V., around 9:15 a.m. he had me put our Android TV Box to work, so I led us off Odessa Orlewicz's video of yesterday ─ it was almost two hours long (1:50:12): Get Your Precious Metals OUT Of The Bank Vaults & Imperative Information About Inflation With Guests.

This episode is for everyone, even if you have already bought precious metals. Bails ins may be on the horizon, and banks can take over everything in your vault. Want To Store Some Wealth OUTSIDE Of Canada and inside Canada but AWAY from the banks? Assure Your Financial Freedom With Gold & Silver. Many of us can see the direction Canada (and some other countries) may be taking, and it is not pretty. More and more Canadians are leaving Canada, especially Canadians that have fled communist countries and have started to notice the same tactics happening right here in Canada now. You cannot cross the border with more than 10k. If there is a crash, we do not know whether the liberal government will force a buy back at a rock bottom price. The world is changing and the governments are tightening their grip in every sense. Digital currency is around the corner, social credit is already being used, and truther doctors/freedom warriors bank accounts are being frozen. Inflation is making our dollar more and more useless every day so we need to hedge our wealth as soon as possible. I was so impressed with the meeting I had with the wide awake gentlemen from New World Precious Metals that I asked them to come on the show. * For more information use this link: https://libertytalkcanada.ca/gold

The video is also here at Rumble.

I warned my brother that the video might not be pertinent for him ─ I already knew that it was not relevant for me.

Before it was half done, he asked that we watch something else.

Odessa can be pretty damned dense at times. The episode was most definitely NOT "for everyone". Many of us do not have bloody savings to put into gold or sliver ─ for myself, the only income I have is a federal government pension. As far as I know, it is impossible to get it as a lump sum amount ─ I can only have what the government disburses to me each month.

Maybe Odessa and her husband Norbert have the sort of resources that allow for them to be buying quantities of gold and silver, but doing anything like it is naught but an impossible dream for me.

She can really piss me off sometimes.

So I next tuned I tuned in two videos posted yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel:

• Minister Joseph - Horrific Trespass by Quebec Police (taped August 9)

• Stephen Keighran Fighting to Save Australian Bee Hives (taped August 8)

We finished up with an episode of Baddiel's Syndrome ─ this one was episode eight ("In the Valley of the Blind"), for somehow I had skipped it previously and we had thus watched nine and 10.

All are available at YouTube's LovecraftComedy channel here.

After we were done with our T.V. for the morning, my brother returned to his bedroom for some rest, and he left for the day while I was in mine napping. I was fortunate to have gotten to bed before my wife rose for the day.

Nevertheless, she was able to involve me in her projects thereafter such that not only did I lose out on another day of sunning, but I even missed out on any further exercise. The dear woman finally left for the weekend around 5:45 p.m.

Due to this blogging obligation, I barely managed to break and wolf down some supper before commencing my Sabbath Day fast. Another early a.m. walk is in store overnight, so I must get to bed ─ it is already after 9 p.m.