Cracks

All I watched on T.V. early last evening via our Android TV Box was an episode of Cybill ─ this time, season two's episode 15 ("Lowenstein's Lament").

I managed to get to bed just before 9:30 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for another of my five-mile+ walks. My younger brother had just gotten home following his daily socializing, so I avoided him ─ no one else was yet home.

When my alarm chimed, I rose and soon enough realized that at very least my eldest stepson was still up, for only he sits at the dining table eating and watching videos on a tablet or laptop at that time of night. My wife had come home at some point following her long workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, for her bedroom door was shut tight.

She had another full day scheduled for today.

When I checked online the claimed temperature hereabouts, I was a little surprised to see that it was supposedly only something like 12.5° Celsius (54.5° F.) ─ I cannot recall how many possible weeks it has been since I last saw it that low.

And just before I left on my walk, I had weighed just about 189 pounds fully clothed, including my black denim jacket.

It was 2:12 a.m. after I likely slipped away unnoticed by my eldest stepson, and thought to look at the time as I began walking down the short alleyway beside our home.

Early into my walk when I turned down the two-blocks-long avenue where the elementary school playground is located that I perform pull-ups and chin-ups at, I saw two or three figures well down the road walking, but at first I was unable to tell if they were coming my way or going in the same direction as I.

It proved to be the latter ─ but worse, for they seemed to turn right into the school property.

When I finally got that far, I perceived them to be loitering in the area of the younger students' playground, whereas I exercise at the playground of the older students located on the opposite side of the school. So there I went.

Once there, I could just vaguely hear their barely audible voices, so I exercised as quietly as I could, ever vigilant to see if anyone suddenly rounded that end of the school in coming my direction.

Unfortunately, the equipment was wet with condensation. Had I the freedom from the constraint upon my time presented by the aimless lot at the other side of the school ─ I suspected that they were homeless people, or junkies, or both; and likely the same people who have been apparently spending the night around the school the previous two times I was there ─ I would have taken the time to wipe dry the bar I would be exercising with. As it was, it was not possible to exercise bare-handed, so I had to do so wearing gloves.

And I wore my jacket, not wishing to be caught off guard by whomever was unseen at the other end of the school.

As a result, I again ─ the third consecutive night ─ failed to achieve the recent maximums I had managed on two consecutive nights. Maybe had I been able to doff my jacket ─ which adds about two pounds to my overall body weight ─ and to also exercise with open abandonment instead of with silent restraint ─ I might have performed that little bit better.

As for the rest of my walk, I found more homeless people than usual along my path. There were two sets I had no choice but to pass by in the dark because I was upon them practically without warning ─ this was when I walked the unlit Quibble Creek Greenway from Fraser Highway (Google Map) to 100th Avenue where I make a right turn.

Due to how dark it was, I could not tell if there were more than two people ─ male and female ─ in the first set who were removed from the paved Greenway and very near to Fraser Highway; the second set of one or more happened to also be slightly removed from the paved way that I was treading, for that set were just off from it to the side of a very short offshoot that leads to 138-A Street (Google Map), and seemed to be huddled there in the dark in an effort to sleep. There could have been more than one person, or else just someone with a covered shopping cart or something containing belongings.

Or two people could have been huddled with some such conveyance ─ the whole seemed to be one dark mass, as if the entire lot was covered over with a dark tarp or something.

I walked softly past there, since I was unnoticed. I had my Titan flashlight baton stun gun in hand, but it was not turned on. There was a fullish bright moon directly behind me providing more illumination than is usual along there.

Concerning that moon, I have no idea how it could be where it was. By that I mean that it is halfway across the night sky; yet even though I have walked at the same time of night for this fifth consecutive night, I had seen no trace of the moon previously. I know that the preceding two nights were overcast and all was wet from rain; but I cannot believe that all three of the other nights before those two were so heavily overcast that no visual evidence of the moon was possible.

I will be having another walk in the earliest wee a.m. tonight, so it will be interesting to see just how much farther the moon will have advanced in its swing across the night sky. The day has been sunny, so there should be no cloud cover tonight.

Whenever I see anyone ahead of me on the streets, I always detour around them to avoid coinciding with anyone ─ even if I only just cross the street should no other option be available. Once I had to detour out into a street to get past a skunk that I came upon that was ahead of me on the street's only sidewalk.

I recall nothing else of note about the walk, and it was 4:14 a.m. by the time I was back home.

And my return to bed was ahead of 5:30 a.m., I believe.

My morning was to commence somewhat ahead of 8:30 a.m., although I had checked the time around 7:15 a.m. and would have risen if it was an hour later. Apparently I succeeded in a little further sleep.

Of course my brother and I were to watch some morning T.V. And that reminds me that I forgot to list a video yesterday that we had watched. It was nearly 32 minutes long, and had been uploaded on August 23 to YouTube's misesmedia channel: Modern Medicine’s Great Controversy | Dr. Peter McCullough.

Recorded in Windham, New Hampshire, on August 20, 2023.

It was superb ─ I had no idea that Dr. McCullough was this versed in the vast scope of what has seized our world. As he wrote himself in his Substack:

Please watch this 30 minute portrayal of the pandemic, its origins, infectious groupthink among physicians, vaccine ideology, autism, and the newly born transgender crisis. They are all connected.

This morning, though, our Android TV Box allowed us to watch an 80-minute addition yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: We Must Fight Fight Fight This Evil In the Light. Christopher James Pritchard went to no pains to describe the video, nor will I. However, he certainly shredded his credibility at its conclusion by gullibly gushing over a hoax video that was supposed to be about a shark bringing a strangling turtle to some boaters so that they could save it.

Give me a freakin' break! Christopher was nearly in tears himself over this nonsense. And the turtle shed tears of thanks for being saved?

Can turtles even create tears? Why would they need to? They live in the water ─ their eyes are being constantly bathed!

Anyway, it only took me a minute to locate an article debunking this ludicrous presentation: Edited Video Created With Two Unrelated Footages Shared as a Shark Helping Humans in Rescuing a Sea Turtle.

I know my brother is weary of Christopher harping on and on in every one of his videos about how one day the people are going to mass together in sufficient numbers to take over a public courthouse and hold a people's common law court that will be the beginning of the end for the globalists.

I'm getting tired of that same old song as well. It just ain't gonna happen. The only way our world can ever be corrected now will be by devastation and then the return of Christ to finally put a stop to the impending total destruction of life on our planet.

If Christopher doesn't start being more realistic, I think that I will quit tuning in each of his latest videos and only pop in once in a while.

We finished our viewing with the last hour or so of a movie we left from yesterday ─ I had it recorded on a flash or thumb drive. The movie was 2009's Cracks; and although it did start off and continued rather slowly, it did perk up considerably. And it certainly helped that the setting was an all-girls' school in Ireland in 1934 where even the staff were all women.

Eva Green as the neurotic poser of a (lesbian) teacher who constantly spun a false series of tales of her exploits, but who was actually a timid agoraphobe who probably lived out her lonely life in a room in the village; Juno Temple as the girl who was the bullying leader ("captain") of the swim team the aforementioned character was in charge of; and María Valverde as the 'new kid', a beautiful Spanish girl of aristocratic means whose family was dumping her off at the boarding school for some odd reason. 

All three actresses played their roles superbly. In fact, I have their names added to a list that is so long, I know that I am never going to get to them to watch their other movies.

If you have a decent ad blocker, three sources online at which the movie is presently available are MoviesJoy, or M4uHD, or Movies2Watch, to cite just three of many.

Oh crap, it is already nearing 8 p.m. ─ I must finish this.

I want to mention that when I rose for my walk this early a.m., I was to find that my wife had returned $500 that she took from my chequing account last Tuesday night. That helped me feel very positive about her.

I never sunned this afternoon because it was a bath day, and I decided to have my bath immediately after having my day's first meal once my brother and I finished watching the movie. He had his usual short bed rest and then left for the day to socialize.

Upon having my bath ─ which deeply drained me ─ I took my nap once I had finished perspiring. But upon rising, I found myself feeling alarmingly dreadful.

I did eventually normalize.

Anyway, my wife said that she might not be back tonight, but she is supposed to work again tomorrow and would return in the morning ─ we shall see.