Following a day of barely using my left hand for typing, I am finding an almost miraculous improvement in the wrist pain I have written about in my previous two posts. However, when I left home last night at maybe 1:58 a.m. and stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here for some token exercising, my wrist was still far too painful for any decline push-ups. Nevertheless, this latter afternoon, I was able to do them flat on the floor without undue distress.
As reported yesterday, pull-ups are no problem, and even chin-ups only begin to cause some pain if I seek to elevate excessively high, or if I accentuate the hang after slowly lowering myself. I have to be cautious not to stretch my wrist.
I had risen shortly after 1 a.m., finding myself so awake that it would have been a waste of my available time to remain lying in bed merely awaiting the chime of my cellphone's 1:30 a.m. alarm.
It was surprising to read the online claim that the temperature hereabouts was merely 6.8° Celsius (44.24° F.) ─ that merited wearing a sweatshirt beneath my heavy denim jacket. Note that the jacket is not lined ─ it is simply a heavyweight denim.
I had weighed barely under 190 pounds fully clothed in it and my footwear.
This hike was also an errand ─ I was to withdraw $200 that I had promised my wife. Never certain what to expect around the ATM a mile or so from here over at the Coast Capital Savings Credit Union headquarters building immediately next to the King George SkyTrain Station, I decided to swing by the area on the outward part of my walk first. If there was activity around it, then I would just keep going and still be able to detour a little from my usual return route and make a second stab at having secure access for the withdrawal.
I did meet with a delay upon first achieving King George Boulevard ─ immediately across the highway where I meant to go was an apparent indigent trekking along the highway in the same direction I needed to take. Since I am not out at that time of night to meet people nor to give away my money, I had to basically mirror this guy's slower pace while remaining on the 'wrong' side of the highway.
He was so much slower that at one point I had to wait out of view for him to get abreast of me and then advance ahead of me, but he obligingly kept walking past the ATM and no one else was in view. I hustled across the highway and got the withdrawal done.
There would be no need to come by this area on the return leg of my walk.
The night was still and dry. I had actually left home at 1:54 a.m., but as I began walking down our driveway it dawned upon me that I had neglected to bring along my plastic orange-lensed Honeywell UVEX blue light-blocking safety eyewear.
So I likely lost a couple of minutes by having to unlock the front door and go upstairs to my bedroom for the eyewear that are not quite goggles. When weather conditions are right ─ no precipitation nor even lense-fogging humidity ─ these glasses do a superb job of cutting the blinding glare of headlights and even street and traffic lights. I find that in the night, even an array of green traffic lights at an otherwise dark intersection are quite blinding ─ more so than the red lights.
I never realized that before. I had just assumed that the green lights were more benign, but it is not so.
Anyway, there was nothing else of note concerning the walk, apart from finding a perfectly good women's or girls' umbrella all folded up and lying in a street. As yet no errant vehicles had run over and damaged it, so I picked it up and eventually brought it home.
By the way, on my walk this past Sunday evening while I was walking Green Timbers Way (Google Map), just ahead of me from the ground to the side of the sidewalk I was on, I caught notice of rather wide grey wings rising up and into the dark underside of some trees I was just about to have to walk under.
I figured that it had to be a barred owl. I was a little uneasy about having my shaven scalp on full display if it was going to be sitting unseen on some darkened branch just above me; but if it was there, it was not some maladjusted basket-case intent on aggression.
I was back home at 3:57 a.m., so I made decent time. My eldest stepson had a 6 a.m. 12-hour day shift, so he rose within an hour, but I secluded myself behind my closed bedroom door. I never did take notice of when I returned to bed ─ the target tends to be no later than 5:30 a.m., but I cannot say how I fared therewith.
I left the money for my wife beneath her bedroom door so that she would find it straight off.
My morning commenced ahead of 8:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother had been watching T.V. for some while.
After I joined him a little past 9 a.m. and he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 1½-hour video streamed to Rumble's Brave TV channel on October 18: Brave TV - Oct 18, 2023 - Susan G. Komen and the Trillion Dollar Breast Cancer FRAUD!
I never before tuned in anything on that channel, but I have no intention of giving it a shot again. The host only seemed to care about catering to his tardy live viewers, and farted around minute after interminable minute in order to allow them to straggle in.
He was also too indirect and meandering with his monologue. It was bad enough to begin with that he did not even make an appearance until after 4¾ minutes into the video to get things going ─ he still dragged things along for the sake of his tardy live viewers who could not show up on time.
So after at least 10 minutes into the video, we gave up on the guy. He was going nowhere at all fast ─ no wonder the video was listed as running just over 1½ hours.
As I said, I don't see us paying a return visit ─ we just don't like the young guy's style.
Next I tuned in a 12½-minute (12:32) video at YouTube's Academy of Ideas channel: Why are People so Obedient? - Compliance and Tyranny.
It had been uploaded back on September 13 and seemed very familiar to me, but my brother said nothing, so we watched it through. Maybe I watched it on my own at some point? Whatever the case, I decided to post it to Facebook early this evening.
The third video I tuned in was 35 minutes (35:38) and had been added yesterday to AKStraightSpeaks channel: What is Health Canada Doing to Natural Products? with Shawn Buckley.
According to revised Health Canada regulations, drugs and prescriptions get a green light while natural health care products face an uphill for consumers to access. Constitutional Lawyer and NHPPA President, Shawn Buckley.
https://nhppa.org/
I am going to post this one to Facebook a little later this evening.
The fourth video I subjected us to was 44 minutes (44:15) and had been added to Rumble's WTFLouie channel two days ago: Q - THE PLAN TO SAVE MANKIND and the WORLD Joe M. Compilation #NCSWIC.
Refer to it if you want to see the description ─ it is far too involved for me to care to reproduce it here. All I will say is that it seemed to be maybe seven different associated videos strung together, possibly chronologically.
I am not into QAnon, and I am not even entirely sure that this video was compiled as a tribute ─ it could easily serve as a sort of satire because nothing that was promised concerning Donald Trump has yet come true.
We finished our viewing with an episode of the British sitcom W1A ─ unless I have lost track, we are now beginning its season or series three, for this was the premiere episode.
Thereafter it was time for some brief bed rest by my brother, and then he left for the day. I failed to seek my early afternoon nap until just after 2 p.m., and that set me back ─ I did not rise until after 4 p.m.
We have had considerable rain today ─ at times quite hard. I would not have wanted to be venturing out on one of my walks! But now shortly after 7 p.m., it sounds to have ceased ─ or at least it is not hard.
Well, 9 p.m. is now newly passed. I was wrong about the rain ─ I went outside very soon after the post break and found it seriously raining, and darned chilly.
I intend to be getting up tonight at 1:30 a.m. to ready for another walk, so I have some concerns.
Anyway, I took the break to have a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and some supper while watching an episode of Castle Rock ─ season two's episode three ("Ties That Bind").
I so very much detest the psychotic / schizophrenic young mother ─ "Annie" ─ her lying, scheming, hysteria, and paranoia are intolerable. As a nurse, why the Hell did she not invest herself in natural therapies like oodles of quality fish oil and other proven substances instead of psychotic, addictive drugs?
I have no sympathy for the idiot woman ─ it is quite difficult putting up with the season when she is supposed to be the central character whom I suppose the viewer is supposed to be rooting for.
Enough about that.
My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I was watching T.V. in the morning with my brother when she rose and readied for her day, so she and I had no discussion ─ and I will be in bed when she gets home, unless she stupidly parties and doesn't show up until well into the early a.m.
That's it for this day's post.
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