Early last evening I had the time to watch two T.V. shows ─ of course, using our Android TV Box to do so. And I started them off with the enjoyment of a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt, which I then followed with some supper based around my wife's earlier efforts.
The first show was a delightful episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ this time, season six's episode nine ("This Is Gus").
I also squeezed in an episode of Cybill, seeking to catch up on the misfiled episode that had put me two ahead of where I should have been as I slowly work my way through the entire series. So in this instance, I watched season two's episode 16 ("Wedding Bell Blues").
Now I only need to watch episode 17, and I will be back on track having already watched episode 18.
I failed to get to bed as sensibly as should have been the case, for I became embroiled in helping my wife with trying to log into a website on her smartphone to access an account that I had created for her on my desktop computer. We failed, but this kept me up until 10 p.m.
My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks, so at most I was only going to have 3½ hours in which to attempt to gain enough bolstering sleep for the outing.
I did begin to panic as the clock ticked on and she and I got nowhere, but I finally reconciled that so very often I am awake earlier than 1:30 a.m. anyway ─ this might not make any real difference.
When my cellphone alarm chimed, I was in limbo ─ not exactly sound asleep, but certainly not awake. When I went to the bathroom, I could hear evidence of some rain outside through the open bathroom window.
An online check read that the temperature hereabouts was 13.5° Celsius (56.3° F.) ─ I had some doubt about that.
My readying was too elapsed ─ when I realized this, I pulled out all stops and dispensed with a fully-clothed weigh-in. It was 1:59 a.m. once I was outside and on my way ─ the house had been in darkness, so no one else was up to prove any sort of impediment to my preparations and getaway.
It had indeed rained, and there still were some spittings of moisture; but the overcast sky was littered with lots of small breaks. So although everything was dripping wet, I was never to be definitively rained upon later into my walk ─ that is, I was never certain if I was actually feeling those similar spittings of rain I felt upon leaving home, or if trees were simply dripping their rain onto me.
Something was profoundly amiss with me, though. I was deeply weary. I had more trouble than usual walking straight, and often staggered. I even had what seemed to be difficulty standing erect ─ I had to fight a lean or sag in my posture born of fatigue. And there was no lift to my step.
Even breathing in that heavy moist air was more effort than usual.
When early into my walk I stopped at an elementary school playground where I tackle some pull-ups and chin-ups, I considered skipping them. But doing so does not easily set with my nature.
The equipment was dripping with the earlier rain, so gloves were indispensable.
Digging deep within, I removed my jacket and got at them; and somehow, I managed to attain my latest high totals: five and three pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in the middle two sets; and then three and two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, with the very last pull-up held for a 15-count.
Achieving that third pull-up in the fifth set took every bit of effort I could muster, and quite apart from kicking and heaving, I even groaned aloud. I would never have attempted it if I had not already set the precedent five or six times recently in the past couple of weeks.
I finished up with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
Thereafter, I was almost lifeless in my walk. I started doubting my ability to sustain the distance. Even before I was half the way, I had the notion strike me of not being able to continue and requiring assistance.
This was a most unusual experience where my walks have been concerned. Heck, there were times I was almost in tearful despair to God that this is my sorry lot in life with my 74th birthday not a month into the future.
But I kept plodding slowly along.
By the time I was back home, I expected to see a shameful reading of my time, but it was only 4:06 a.m. And I ensured that once back upstairs, I weighed myself fully-clothed, but without my jacket: I was about 185 pounds. That was the weight I had to work with at the elementary school.
I recall just one curious event during my walk. It was while I was cutting through a bit of Green Timbers Urban Forest in behind the Surrey Nature Centre (Google Map) ─ I was leaving Green Timbers Way and cutting through to Fraser Highway.
If you blow up that map like this, you can see a faint apparent lane that leads towards Fraser Highway, and then does a sharp curve and leads back up to Green Timbers Way. Well, right at that curve is a trail not indicated on the map that comes out to Fraser Highway immediately adjacent to the creek that is shown on the map.
The lane is only a paved walkway, and entirely unlit at night.
While walking towards that curve and the trail I would be taking, I pass by a large old stump and its roots ─ this is it:
I have no idea who is posing in the photo ─ the image is not mine.
As I was just about to pass the stump as I walked the paved way, I thought I noticed a rich reddish illumination inside it, which I initially accepted was some sort of reflection. But then I recognized that there was nothing around to be the reflected light, nor could I imagine anything inside the stump capable of causing that much reflection even if there had been such a light source.
It is eerie enough walking that dark way, so I never stopped nor broke my pace to investigate. But when I had passed far enough by and looked to where you can see the large gaps in the stump roots to the left in the photo, I then saw beyond doubt that there was a fire under the stump.
And I could smell some wood smoke.
My conclusion was that the stump interior afforded shelter from the earlier rain, and someone was spending the night there with a small fire source, unlikely as that might seem. There are plenty of homeless people in the area, and some even have tents or other shelters in remote parts of the forest.
I did fleetingly wonder if vandalism was at play and the stump was afire from within; but if that was the case, the fire would have surely engulfed the stump by this time ─ it must have been around 3:30 a.m. No vandals would be prowling the forest at that hour with nothing better to do than to have tried to burn up the stump.
No, the fire had to have been controlled, and was to the benefit of somebody sheltered there.
A rather unusual incident, for sure.
This post is taking overlong ─ I want to try and have an early evening nap despite having had one early this afternoon, for I would like to try and get out towards mid-evening on a 5.625-mile round trip grocery shopping expedition. This would free me up to remain in bed overnight and not have to rise for one of my wee a.m. outings.
My wife did not have to work today, so she surprised me by rising around 9 a.m. and then getting to work in the kitchen doing some cooking.
I had probably gotten back to bed by 5:10 a.m. following my walk, and was up again about three hours later.
When my younger brother and I got together for some morning T.V. and he okayed me to put our Adnroid Box to work around 9:10 a.m. at latest, I led things off with a September 13 34½-minute upload to YouTube's SC 4 FREEDOM channel: SC Senate Hearing - USC Professor Dr. Phillip Buckhaults.
University of South Carolina Professor Dr. Phillip Buckhaults testifies before South Carolina Senate Medical Affairs Ad-Hoc Committee on DHEC.
The professor is wrong in his apparent belief in the promise of mRNA technology, but he was pretty darned sharp otherwise. I was also impressed by the politicians he was educating through his delivery.
Next I tuned in a September 11 hour-long (1:03:06) addition to Rumble's The Truth Expedition channel: Turbo Cancers and Excess Death with Dr. William Makis.
On today's episode of The Truth Expedition, Mark has a candid conversation with Dr. William Makis. Dr. Makis is a Canadian physician who specializes in nuclear medicine, radiology, and oncology. The conversation includes information on what a vaccinated person can do to protect themselves, shedding, depopulation and more. Dr. Makis has been exposing and explaining the occurrences of excess death due a variety of causes on his substack-Covid-Intel https://makismd.substack.com/ Please subscribe and support Dr. Makis by becoming a paying subscriber of his substack. For $5/month you can become much more informed and support the ongoing efforts to expose the truth. Thanks for tuning in to The Truth Expedition. Please share this very important episode with your friends!
We essentially finished with an excellent 24½-minute addition yesterday to Rumble's Constitutional Conventions channel: What is happening with Unions and the leaked video calling parents standing for rights Nazi's.
Dana Metcalfe
What is happening with Unions and the leaked video calling parents standing for rights Nazi's and how they set out to demoralize parents
https://rumble.com/v3il2ku-this-is-a-secret-recording-of-a-joint-meeting-held-september-16th.html
If I recall, Dana is involved in organizing the 1 Million March 4 Children in her Maritime province. I am going to venture tomorrow to my brother that maybe we should participate in our local Surrey march on Wednesday. I might just go regardless of whether he feels up to sacrificing any of his precious daily boozing time with his drinking buddies.
He and I yesterday watched the union ZOOM emergency meeting linked to in the above description, and it is abhorrent how clearly infiltrated union management seems to have become by the LGBT cultists.
There is other news relating to my wife (and thus I as well, for it is of a financial nature). But all I shall say is that I loaned her $810 that she said she will mostly pay back within 48 hours ─ if she does not, there will not be sufficient funds in my account to pay the bi-weekly mortgage that is going to be debited from my account on Thursday.
I have to finish up this post here and now ─ my eyes need resting badly.
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