The Disturbing Truth

It seems to me that I was to bed well before 9:30 p.m. last evening ─ maybe much nearer to 9 p.m. And although my wife had come home shortly after 8:30 p.m. (unless I am misremembering), not once did she address me here where I sat at my computer that I keep next to my bed.

She and I have separate bedrooms.

The situation had been the same with her two sons over the earlier evening. The eldest lad (29 years old) seemed to be packing. Early in the month I had been led to believe that one of the lads was going to visit Thailand at some point in October, so I assumed that it was finally going to happen and I was not misinformed.

But why was I being ignored? I had an early a.m. walk planned that would require me to get up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for, and thus it was my intention to get to bed early into the latter evening ─ that time was almost arrived.

And when it did, and still no one addressed me, I simply closed my bedroom door and went to bed.

I felt both snubbed and also hurt by my own stubbornness to not have taken the initiative to have made any direct enquiry myself as to what was going on, but it is how I am.

At one point the house seemed to grow entirely silent, so I deduced that maybe my wife had left to drive her oldest son to the rather distant airport (YVR).

Ultimately I was to drift in and out of sleep, as is my custom. And for a change, I never felt the need to make a check of the time ─ my 1:30 a.m. alarm actually roused me.

Alas, my younger brother was still up (he had not yet been hoe before I went to bed). I could see him downstairs in the living room, apparently passed out in his chair in front of the running T.V. At least if he remained unconscious, once I was ready to go I could just slip away undetected.

My wife's bedroom door was pulled tight, so she had gone to bed.

An online temperature check revealed the claim for hereabouts to be 2.8° Celsius (37.04° F.) ─ I would be wearing my warm bomber-style jacket. It provides warmth even with its liner removed ─ I save the liner for much colder weather.

I think that fully clothed, I weighed as much as 192 pounds.

Unfortunately, as my departure was approaching, I heard my brother crack open another can of beer ─ I was not going to be able to take advantage of his unconsciousness. But then I heard him coming upstairs to use the bathroom!

My bedroom door had been closed. When I heard him go into his bedroom to use his ensuite shower / toilet, I made my break ─ I hustled down the stairs and was outside, locking the front door quickly behind me.

It was 1:52 a.m., and definitely chilly. The night sky was clear and had an essentially full moon.

One good thing about cold nights like this one is that most street people are not out there wandering around or simply loitering ─ they have taken shelter if they have someplace.

At the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here when I would be having a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I was able to wipe the condensation from two jungle gym monkey bars that I would be using, for I had brought a bandana for that purpose to spare having to use my gloves.

Holding the final pull-up for a 15-count at its highest elevation did rather text my hands ─ that metal was cold. Since at this much fully clothed bodyweight my token repetitions in those sets was minimal ─ three reps in the first set, and two in each of the remaining five sets ─ I don't have to hold onto the metal for too long.

And since the 10 slow full-range push-ups that I finish with in a declined position on a cement ramp are done wearing my gloves, I am protected from the cold there.

There was only one incident about my walk worth mentioning, and it did cost me some time.

After I had left 148th Street and was walking 96th Avenue, destined for Green Timbers Way (Google Map), I was most of the way to Green Timbers Way when I heard voices ahead of me.

This is a forested walk along 96th Avenue ─ there are no structures anywhere along that stretch. I had been carrying my Titan baton flashlight stun gun, but I had not turned it on. The voices were as yet unaware of me, so I lit off across 96th Avenue to take the far side of the avenue ─ in fact, I decided that I would even step into the forest until the people had progressed past where I would have been over on their walkway.

Note that 96th Avenue is wide, and benefits from a treed median. Also, the sidewalk exists only on the side I had been walking ─ there is no sidewalk on the side I had come to.

So as I was just about to step into the edge of the forest, I noticed that the band of people were not actually coming in my direction ─ they, too, were headed for Green Timbers Way. I had been travelling so much quicker than them that I had nearly overtaken them before finally hearing them.

And as I was to discern a while later, there were at least six of them ─ some females in the mix. Someone even had a music system playing, but lower than the voices generally were.

So I returned to the walkway and slowly kept pace. I had to maintain that slow pace along Green Timber Way (Google Map) for approximately half its length ─ I would then be turning left from it by the Surrey Nature Centre and following an unlit walkway that would afford me access to Fraser Highway just by the creek you can see on the Google Map, quite near to the highway's intersection with 140th Street.

My route thereafter would be Fraser Highway and then across King George Boulevard where Fraser Highway becomes 98th Avenue.

I have no idea where that group of six people had come from at that time of night, nor where they were bound. They seemed likely to be quite young; and one person appeared small enough to have been a youth, but maybe it was only a tiny woman.

Due to lost time, I believe that it was 3:54 a.m. by the time I was back home. I was two minutes over two hours.

I never go immediately back to bed, and so it may have been just about 5 a.m. when I heard what I perceived to be my youngest stepson moving about downstairs, up from bed ─ the house had been in darkness. He soon came upstairs to use the bathroom.

He then addressed me ─ to my surprise, it was my eldest stepson, who was not away to YVR as I had been guiltily believing. Throughout my walk, that guilt had gnawed at me ─ that I had been too stubborn to engage the boys in order to bid him a heartfelt farewell the evening before.

As he now stood at my bedroom doorway, he let me know that he was up because he was leaving very soon for YVR. His flight to Thailand was scheduled for something like 9 a.m.

So I got to share an embrace and hug with the muscular lad after all.

Our conversation roused his mother, and she emerged from her bedroom. And of course, the younger lad (25 years old) was indeed getting up from his bed downstairs ─ he would be going to the airport with his brother, driving his older brother's car and obviously bringing it back here.

Provided that the older boy made his flight, everything turned out very well after all. I had no cause to be feeling like a louse.

Still, my wife seemed to have barely anything to say to me. After the two boys left, she returned to her bedroom without a word. And I was back in my own bed ─ maybe around 5:45 a.m.

If I am remembering right, it was 9:27 a.m. when I later checked the time and rose for the morning. By this time the Sabbath fast I began ahead of nightfall yesterday was manifesting ─ I so yearned for a big mug of my sustaining hot coffee / cocoa blend that I sweeten with honey, demerara brown sugar, and blackstrap molasses. I cream it with liquid whipping cream.

But none of that for me this morning! Not even a black coffee ─ I take nothing but water.

I have felt weak and listless this entire sunny day.

Some time was passed in the latter morning watching some T.V. with my brother after he invited me to put our Android TV Box to use. Meantime, my wife rose and readied for a full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. She left shortly after 10 a.m. on her fairly long drive ─ a "Bye" from her to my brother and I was the extent of conversation I had with her.

I don't know what is going on with the woman. All it does is make me give her the silent treatment in turn.

At least last evening I saw online that my monthly pension had been directly deposited into our joint chequing account, so I transferred it out into my private account to remove any risk that she would suffer a casino relapse and gamble away a huge portion of it.

Anyway, the first video that I tuned in for my brother and I was 15 minutes in duration, and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Hibbeler Productions channel: Maui in 15 (2023).

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There was to be only one further video. It was also on YouTube, exceeded 1¼ hours (1:19:34), and had been uploaded to the Analyze & Optimize channel on September 2: The Disturbing Truth Behind Birth Control.

From its entanglements with eugenics and powerful societal movements like population control to the influence of elite figures – this video sheds light on the disturbing origins and deleterious effects of one of modern medicine's most common prescriptions. Dive deeper and uncover the lies and deceit behind the narratives that these drugs "just prevent ovulation by mimicking hormones."

I had enormous difficulty focusing ─ probably due to my Sabbath fast and absence of craved caffeine.

My brother soon seemed to lose interest, but that may only have been because he was also hungry, and got busy remedying that by cooking himself up some breakfast that he then ate. Afterwards, I heard him on his cellphone; and then before quite noon and ere the video was yet done, he headed on upstairs to his bedroom for some bed rest.

I watched the video to its conclusion, and then was soon in my bed in pursuit of both a nap and some reduction of time having to consciously endure this fast. 

I might have just managed to exceed two hours in bed. My brother had of course long since left for the day to socialize.

I gave myself a naked weigh-in a little after 3 p.m. ─ possibly I was as light as 178 pounds. In other words, 14 pounds lighter than when I left on my nighttime walk.

After sunset was behind, I decided I had time to catch a Christmas movie with which to sup and have a couple cans of strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo malt, so I put our Android TV Box into action and ─ searching with the Cinema HD app that I have downloaded in the device ─ I tuned in 2016's A Christmas to Remember.

I was delighted that it featured Mira Sorvino in the lead role. I have been a fan since some unremembered movie of hers that I saw in which I was blown away by the muscular fulness of her calves.

This movie started off with her character looking like nobody I would care to know, but she certainly turned the tide.

One of three child actors who became quite integral in the movie was Elle McKinnon ─ her character wore big eyeglasses and was something of a bookworm, but I was sure that the 10-year-old would be quite a beauty as she matured.

I would definitely watch A Christmas to Remember this Christmastime with good company ─ yes, I liked it!

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I crammed away a lot of grub for my supper, but there was a large liquid volume to it ─ the meal oughtn't to lay heavily once the fluids are extracted and then passed.

My brother showed up around 8:40 p.m. after I was done with the movie, so I vacated the T.V. and the living room and came upstairs to secure myself behind my closed bedroom door. I intend some early morning grocery shopping tomorrow, but do not intend to rise before 4 a.m. Even so, I do still need to get to bed reasonably early.

However, if I have to retire too very early, I may not manage to lay abed that long. As well, I know that I will be urinating as my meal breaks down ─ there were those two cans of malt, as well.

My youngest stepson went out quite early into the movie ─ I have no idea if his mother will be home later once she is done working. She may just go in to Vancouver and wherever it is that she stays there most of her weekends.

If she does come home and her youngest son is still out, then she will have just my brother to greet ─ unless he becomes solidly unconscious by then. Whatever ─ I will have gone to bed.

That's enough talk for this post.