Common Sense

Perhaps fortunately, early last evening I withheld from having any beer. I merely had my supper while watching an episode of Black Lightning ─ this time, season three's episode eight ("The Book of Resistance: Chapter Three: The Battle of Franklin Terrace").

Actually, I did not feel like drinking ─ I felt somewhat logey.

I was also feeling a weight of despair or despondence. I retired in that state ─ hopefully no later than 9:30 p.m., for I had my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

I remember hearing my wife after she came home from her long day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ I don't think that I had managed any serious sleep as yet.

I was awake well before my alarm ─ I never needed it, for I could have risen just after 1 a.m. Although I did not, once I accepted that it was folly lying in bed without hope of further sleep, I did rise well before 1:30 a.m.

As so often happens, I was to find that my eldest stepson was sitting up ─ he was at the dining table downstairs watching videos on his laptop. Even though he was out of sight, I have no desire to have my movements discovered by anyone, and I never know when he might heave into sight of me, or come upstairs to use the bathroom.

Also, it is impossible to know if his younger brother is also up, for that lad remains in the boys' den area at his twin-monitor desktop computer. If he has not gone to bed, then he, too, might well come upstairs.

It is all very annoying.

Nevertheless, I probably got away unnoticed ─ it was 1:54 a.m. There was a surprising amount of clear sky, even though things were still somewhat wet from early evening rain. Supposedly it was 11.7° Celsius (53.06° F.), so I wore a heavy denim jacket. In it, fully clothed, I had weighed around 189 pounds.

Three or so blocks from home at an elementary school playground, I was able to wipe dew and droplets of earlier rain from a metal jungle gym monkey bar to exercise with, but there is no further hope of matching Summertime totals for the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I like to engage. Consequently, last night all I managed were five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the next two sets; and finally, a pair of pull-ups between two bars in each of the final two sets, with the very last pull-up held for a 15-count.

And I topped things off with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

There was to be one point in my walk where I was forced to backtrack and then detour, so that cost me time. I was walking 'up' Quibble Creek Greenway from Fraser Highway, bound for 100th Avenue (Google Map). I had gone a short ways past that offshoot that you can see which leads to 138A Street, when well off to the right of the Greenway where you can see it straighten out before it reaches the avenue, I could see a bright light.

Someone was moving about in that area where there would be lots of wet grass.

I stood and watched for a time, trying to decide whether to continue. Was this person alone, and / or a possible dog-walker?

Then I saw a string of red lights moving from the side of the Greenway to link with the person, and that immediately had me concluding that the lights were adorning a dog.

Cursing my wretched fortune, I backtracked to the offshoot to 138A Street and then continued via that means towards 100th Avenue, hoping I would not have further misfortune and meet up with the dog-walker, for I would be turning right.

Well, I got to 100th Avenue and was just starting along it when I saw a shape coming in my direction, so I crossed over the avenue to the other side and continued my walk. Sure enough ─ the shape proved to be some guy walking two dogs!

I think he had them leashed ─ there is little street traffic at that time of night, but some drivers take advantage of the scarcity to bomb along recklessly and make as much engine roar as possible. The dogs had not been leashed along the Greenway ─ what a miserable treat that could have been for me had I not noticed the guy's flashlight and discontinued my advance. Meeting up with two loose dogs in the dark is not my idea of an attraction.

I don't recall anything else eventful about my walk except for a missed encounter that I would have enjoyed. This was at least an hour later. I was walking along Fraser Highway ─ the 'lower' side ─ from the right of the map, and was actually some distance from where the Quibble Creek Greenway strikes off towards 100th Avenue.

On my same side of the highway where you can see that rather major bend, I noticed someone walking in my direction. Perhaps after noticing me well ahead, the person left the sidewalk and crossed to the very substantial median that is presently still being developed and is thus naught but rubble.

I saw then that it was a woman who was having great difficulty negotiating her way along. I think that she probably had quite high fashionable boots not suited for that terrain. As well, she had on skin-tight black pants and a tiny jacket that left her lower midsection exposed, albeit she did have on a top beneath the jacket. Still, she must have been feeling rather chilly.

From her forward lean, I could not tell if she was simply having trouble making her way, or if maybe she was intoxicated or stoned. Or both.

Notwithstanding, as we drew abreast, I could tell in the gloom that she was looking askance at me, and was doing her best to make it across to the other side of the highway.

Once I had passed just slightly beyond her, I had to stop to look back in full appraisal, for she looked to me to be very beautiful ─ and obviously with the physique to match. However, when I noticed her risking one final look in my direction, I continued on my way so as to not alarm her.

Anyway, I was back home exactly two hours after starting out: 3:54 a.m.

And my idiot eldest stepson was still up!

I came upstairs to my bedroom without presenting myself; and it was not too much later that he evidently finally went to bed.

I don't believe that I was up much past 5 a.m. before making my return to bed, where I was to remain more often awake than asleep until something like 8:42 a.m. By then my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V.

I joined him a little later, and around 9:10 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could tune in some interesting videos.

I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's half hour (28:59) effort from yesterday: The UN Just Commited Fraud And Other Countries Have Noticed. Important To Understand And Share With Your Country.

Important show that needs to be shared worldwide. This affects everyone. The truth must be shared.

https://worldcouncilforhealth.org/multimedia/un-fiasco/

https://petitions.ourcommons.ca/en/Petition/Details?Petition=e-4623

Frankly, the video was virtually useless to me. I could hardly ever understand what Shabnam Palesa Mohamed was saying in the clips that Odessa was playing. Shabnam is  not a very artful narrator; but compounding that flaw, I think that the video must have been sped up ─ possibly by 25%.

With Shabnam's accent and constant employment of bureaucratese / legalese, she sometimes said entire sentences that were only a meaningless blur to me. She spoke of quite a number of points that she had compiled, but not one of them made me aware ─ it was all gobbledygook.

Odessa's video is not one that I could possibly inflict upon anybody ("share worldwide"?) ─ as I said, as far as I could tell, it was a wasted half hour. Why would I send it to anyone, or post it to my Facebook account? It was meaningless.

But I did already sign the petition a day or two ago.

The next video I tuned in was only 10 minutes (10:07), but it made absolutely perfect sense all the way through. It had been posted today to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel, but had been recorded yesterday: Not Homophobic, we just have CS. (common sense).

Getting sick and tired of getting called a fringe minority hater for everything I believe in. Disappointed yet again with MSM article on the cancellation of Drag Story Time in Coq on Oct 21.

Dear, fiery Anita Krishna did a superb job telling what it was like for her when she attended ─ as a mother of two kids ─ the 1 Million March 4 Children that was held last month in Vancouver.

A second march is now scheduled for Saturday, October 21.

The march is nationwide ─ international, in fact; Anita of course could only attend the one being held that was local for her.

The final such video that we watched had been recorded September 26, but was only added on October 14 to Rumble's ICIC.LAW channel. It well exceeded 1¼ hours (1:21:13): Daniel Nagase: One Man of Honor.

Dr. Daniel Nagase was an emergency and family physician in British Columbia, Canada. He lost his license and is being prosecuted for saving his patients' lives with ivermectin. He is now suing in B.C. Supreme Court for vaccinating his children against COVID-19.

I deem Anita's and this lengthy video as both being worthy of posting to Facebook, although I doubt any of my Facebook 'Friends' will bother watching one so lengthy. Most of them would prefer to remain asleep.

My wife had to work another full day today, so she emerged from her bedroom nigh 9:40 a.m. to begin readying for her day, and the fairly long drive to get her to the restaurant which opens at 11 a.m.

I made another bid to phone our financial institution this latter afternoon concerning a manoeuvre by somebody there that saw the full $1,519.29 balance in a personal (as opposed to joint) account of mine transferred out to reduce a credit debt in an account of my wife ─ one she holds as a joint account with me.

Neither of us gave permission for this transaction ─ it was done without consultation. And now we have no money for the bi-weekly mortgage that is due to be debited from that account by another financial institution on Thursday.

I intend to have another five-mile+ walk tonight, but I am willing to forego it if my wife has another full day of work tomorrow. I would instead hike the mile early tomorrow over to the financial institution and get this mess straightened out, if possible. (I do not drive.)

However, my wife has not responded to my text asking if she is expected to work again ─ and I need to know before I go to bed this evening to rise again at 1:30 a.m. If I get up that early for one of these long walks, then I will not be in any state to be sitting up into the morning to then hike a mile over to spend an indeterminate amount of time on this draining financial business. I need to be as rested as possible ─ not dragged out from a long walk and little sleep overnight.

Damn it ─ it is already after 7:30 p.m., and I must have a light supper and maybe a beer or two before getting to bed. We have had a fairly wet afternoon and evening thus far.