💀☠💀☠💀☠ The Great Taking

Substack: Andres Oehler

Yes ─ I made the choice to sate my addiction early this afternoon.

It seems to me that it must have been nigh 9:30 p.m. when I got to bed last evening, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for my five-mile+ walk. The alarm's chime actually roused me, although I was more awake than not. Yet till then, I had not been curious on the time, nor do I recall ever hearing anyone else in the house.

I rose to find that my youngest stepson was the only other occupant who was up; but he was out of sight in the lads' den area at his computer.

I believed my wife to be home. Her bedroom door ─ which had been quite wide open in her absence yesterday, was barely ajar. It seemed likely that she had gone to bed without ensuring that she had properly secured it closed.

Usually she works a full day on Tuesdays at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so I supposed that she had come home after my retirement to bed.

An online check netted the claim that the temperature hereabouts was 12.8° Celsius (55.04° F.), so I decided that I would wear my light denim jacket on my walk. I think that with it on, I weighed in at about 188 pounds.

By the time I was outside and on my way, it was 1:57 a.m. The sky was primarily overcast, and initially for a very short distance I felt the faintest several specks of rain, but a bright moon was often in evidence.

When I reached the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here, I had already decided that I would exercise with my jacket on, even though I correctly figured that the equipment would be dry and thus be affording me optimal exercising potential.

To my surprise, only in the fifth of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups did I fail by a single repetition to match my recent best showing. So I managed five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in both of the middle two sets; and two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in each of the final two sets.

Who knows? Had my jacket been off, maybe the two pounds might have made a difference and I could have managed three pull-ups in that fifth set.

As usual, there was a 30-count between sets; and the final pull-up was held at highest elevation for a 15-count.

Then I did 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

There was not too much worth the bother of mentioning concerning the walk. On one occasion as I trekked along 96th Avenue from 148th Street to Green Timbers Way (Google Map) through the Green Timbers Urban Forest ─ the only sidewalk is along the 'upper' side of 96th Avenue as one looks at the Google Map, and the sidewalk is often obscured by trees, preventing one from seeing very far along ─ I was able to detect in the gloom some ways before me that someone was advancing my way with a light-coloured dog on a leash.

The sidewalk is not very wide, so a dog on a leash ─ even a medium-sized animal ─ might well prove unstable in the gloom. After all, I would be the first person the pair had likely come across in a mile or more ─ I think that a dog could be more 'elemental' than domestic in the relative dark in such isolated conditions.

So I hightailed it directly across the avenue to the 'lower' side where there is no sidewalk.

I had my Titan baton / flashlight / stun gun in hand, as well as a dagger on my hip, but I am not out there seeking opportunities to put these items to use. They are my last resort if ever seriously threatened by man or beast.

Two or three months ago when I was actually walking on the lower side of the avenue, I noticed a similar pairing ─ maybe the same man and dog ─ walking that same sidewalk in the same direction, so quite likely the two periodically use that route late into the night.

This bears keeping in mind for the future ─ I must be even more wary as I walk that way.

A second incident I might mention was when I had crossed King George Boulevard and was just starting along 98th Avenue (Google Map), I heard a female voice call out from behind and just slightly 'down' the King George from that intersection ─ I had not noticed anybody in the area when I had crossed.

I ignored her first call, but when she called again in a louder voice, I felt it polite to show a response. I correctly figured that she was asking if I had a cigarette, but if she was homeless or a street person, she would likely progress from there to maybe asking for a handout.

I then realized why I had not before noticed her ─ she was in a wheelchair. And she had hoped for a cigarette because, she said, she was in considerable pain and having a most bad time of it. According to her, a kneecap had been fractured into about two dozen places.

I did not learn more, for when I expressed that I did not smoke, she turned about after saying those words of her condition and started to wheel back along the highway's sidewalk upon thanking me. So she likely was not homeless, but it is peculiar that she would be out all alone at maybe 3:40 a.m.

I was back home by 3:54 a.m., so I had been gone a little under two hours ─ extremely fast time for not having jogged at all.

My eldest stepson was evidently to have a 12-hour day shift commencing at 6 a.m., so he was to rise before I had gone back to bed. I shut myself up into my bedroom so that he would be more certain to lock the front door when he left.

But I had seen that there were only two vehicles in the driveway and the open carport ─ apparently his, and my brother's. In other words, my wife was not home after all. There were signs that she had been here last evening ─ some tomatoes on the kitchen windowsill left to more fully ripen, and a couple of what were likely Thai curry dishes in the fridge. There were probably other indicators as well, but those were the most obvious.

Her absence was later proven out when it was day ─ I could see through the gap in her partially open bedroom door that her bed was empty.

Anyway, yes, I did return to bed around 1½ hours after getting home from my walk, and I remained there for just about three hours. My brother was by then watching T.V. downstairs.

After I joined him, around 9:10 a.m. he turned it over to me, so I put our Android TV Box to work and led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's video from yesterday ─ it was just over an hour (1:04:07): The Great Taking- HOW The Few Elite Are Preparing To Take Everything During A Financial Crash.

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My brother wanted some bed rest following the video because I believe that he was going to see about having his RRSPs converted to RRIFs ─ he turned 71 this year, and the rules are that the conversion must be done by the end of the year in which someone has their 71st birthday.

I had a most sustaining first meal of the day, and then got down to mischief, not finally seeking my nap until nigh 3:30 p.m.

Nevertheless, I have another early a.m. walk planned tonight, so I will be getting to bed by 9:30 p.m. at latest.

I am rather disappointed that my eldest stepson has made no contribution to the mortgage last month. That is all I will say for the nonce.