Love's Farewell

While having some supper early last evening, I watched an enjoyable episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ this one was season three's episode 17 ("Spring Cleaning").

I think that I was to bed just ahead of 9:30 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me to ready up for a five-mile+ walk.

When that time arrived, I already happened to be awake, but not aware of the time. Had I known how imminent 1:30 a.m. was, I would have risen before its arrival.

Initially I saw that the house was in darkness; but then to my considerable irritation, one of my stepsons arrived home around 1:50 a.m., forcing me to close my bedroom door for privacy.

I believe that an online temperature check for hereabouts claimed it to be 14.5° Celsius.

Just as I was about set to leave, I opened my bedroom door for a weigh-in so that I would know what fully-clothed poundage I would be dealing with when I stopped early into my walk for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. And to my dismay, I discovered that the culprit stepson had taken occupancy of the bathroom and no weigh-in was to be possible.

It was 2:08 a.m. when I was on my way. The sky was just about cloud-covered, although the moon seemed to be glowing through it; and often I could also see a very bright star just adjacent to the moon.

There had been some rain mid-afternoon, but everything was largely dry again.

Often on these walks I become so overwrought by intrusive street traffic that I am cursing almost from the get-go. Even at night, the periods in which I am able to walk while stress free seem so brief ─ it is disheartening, for the only reason I am out at this time of night is so that I can be as removed from exposure to people and street traffic as is possible, but there seems a conspiracy to confound me and make my experience as unpleasant as can be.

Last night I began to wonder if it was possible that I might actually suffer a cardiac event or even a stroke, so frequently aggravated did I find myself.

I am 73, after all.

When I got to the elementary school for my exercises, I realized that there was some abysmal idiot on a basketball court adjacent to the playground where I exercise ─ this moron was there bouncing around what I presume was a basketball, entirely alone, and with only the illumination of the moon and what light was reflected by the cloud cover.

I was furious ─ why now?  Why me, for Pete's sake? Can I never find solitude???

So I lost some time, having to go to the opposite side of the school where there is a younger kids' playground. I lost a little further time plotting out how best to be able to approximate the exercising I would have engaged at the other playground.

Nevertheless, removing my jacket, I was able to achieve the striven-for new normal of repetitions ─ only the fourth time I have managed it in maybe the past 10 or so days. To wit: five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; then three chin-ups in the next two sets; and finally, two pull-ups in each of the final two sets performed between two largely stationary rings.

I held the final pull-up for a 15-count, and then strained far more than expected in eking out 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I cannot recall aught else worth mention concerning my walk ─ just the recurring upset blinding headlights and unnecessarily roaring engines wreak upon me in my vain search for peace and serenity in the night.

I also found myself feeling enfeebled during the walk ─ the vitality in my legs was exceptionally low.

And so it was 4:15 a.m. by the time I was back home, and I doubt that I was back to bed too very much ahead of 6 a.m. Note that just before I did go back to bed, I weighed myself while fully naked, and registered at approximately 180 pounds.

My morning probably commenced around 8:15 a.m.

Once I joined my younger brother for some morning T.V., just after 9 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, so I tuned in an unexpectedly good video that had originally been uploaded to YouTube's Real Stories channel back on January 16, 2016, and which exceeded an hour (1:08:24): Malcolm and Barbara: Love's Farewell (Alzheimer's Documentary).

A talented composer, husband & father, Malcolm Pointon was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Barbara, his wife, could only look on as the weeks and years took Malcolm further and further away from her.

This BAFTA-nominated documentary explores the effects of Alzheimers and Dementia, which affects 1-in-3 older people.

I told my brother that I would try to find out what became of Malcolm's wife Barbara following his death in February 2007 at, I believe, the age of 60. She had said that although she was not lonely, she did not want to be lone, and would welcome another romantic involvement.

I was unable to find if she did make such a connection with someone. She died June 21, 2020, at the age of 80; and in a cruel twist of irony, she had suffered the decline of dementia for the previous two years.

• The Guardian: Barbara Pointon obituary

The only other video we tried to watch was nearly as long (1:06:26), and had been added today to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: Uncensored: AI APOCALYPSE: UN100/Agenda 2045 EXPOSED.

Maria Zeee takes us through a world-first exposé on UN100, Agenda 2045 and what the globalists are referring to as "The Age of Global Enlightenment" - a known Luciferian term. In Part 3 of this 4-Part series, Maria continues decoding the book that is guiding the globalists through the next stage of their totalitarian reign, referring to people as "objects" in their digital world. Stay tuned for the final instalment of this series in Part 4 coming later this week!

We had not seen the previous two episodes. But probably similar to I, my brother lost interest long before the video was half over and at 11:40 a.m. retired to his bedroom to rest up ere leaving for the day to socialize.

For myself, I well know that these world organizations intend to take over all of whatever remains of humanity ─ I am not interested in a laborious 'deep dive' into their documentation. I just know that we must somehow defy and potentially even disband these organizations, but I know that we cannot. Only God can save the world now.

I let the video run a while after my brother gave up on it, but I was involved in other things, including rounding up my day's first meal. Then I shut it down and came upstairs here to my computer to eat.

I don't think that I had yet sought my afternoon nap when he emerged from his bedroom and announced his departure for the day.

I would not be tempted to do any sunning, for the day was overcast until well into the latter afternoon.

I will be undertaking another wee a.m. walk tonight, so I shan't be up late.

I would like to close by mentioning that I bit the bullet and placed an order with Amazon Canada for a pair of "Wrangler Men’s 13MWZ Cowboy Cut Original Fit Jean, Rigid Indigo, 35W x 32L".

With taxes, but free shipping: $52.63. And the projected delivery date is this coming Friday.

I would have preferred 34W x 34L, but this was the sole option for that style and in that colour. We shall see what shows up!