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There was no need for my 1:30 a.m. alarm to get me up to ready for my five-mile+ walk ─ I found myself so awake that at 1:02 a.m. I checked the time and soon enough decided to just rise instead of lying futilely in bed.
I don't think that it was much after 9:30 p.m. when I had gotten to bed.
An online check of the temperature being claimed for hereabouts yielded 7° Celsius (44.6° F.), but when I did leave, it seemed colder.
My fully dressed weight was just about 192 pounds; and despite my head-start in getting ready for the outing, it was 1:53 a.m. once I was on my way.
Immediately in the darkened alleyway beside our house, I almost walked into someone seated on the pavement, reclined against one of the two cement barriers (apparently called Jersey barriers) that only allow enough space between two of their ends for foot traffic ─ vehicular traffic is blocked.
These specific barriers are maybe 18 inches high, and generally painted yellow:
In the case of the two that are here involved, maybe three feet or a metre of the end of one of them is separated by a space of perhaps two feet from the three-foot end of the other barrier, and pedestrians can walk between the two to further enter or else exit the alleyway.
A similar pair of barriers are near the other end of the alley.
So this guy was leaning against the end of one of the barriers with his legs sprawled forth and blocking the opening. I was not using my Titan baton flashlight, so I almost walked right into the guy ─ I had to jump up onto the barrier to continue my progress and bypass the heap he presented.
He was hooded (I am assuming only a male would be there like that), and likely unconscious or else asleep, despite the distinct chill. Also, there had been some rain during the day, so the pavement may even have retained some dampness.
It did occur to me that I was not being a Good Samaritan by just continuing on, but what else should I have done? Whether or not he was homeless, he had to be drunk or stoned to be seated as he was. A straight (i.e., sober) homeless person would have sought a more hospitable location as shelter.
Sure, it is possible that he had overdosed, but if he was dead, where was the emergency?
I did consider awhile later that I could have phoned 9-1-1 or its equivalent, but the guy might only be drunk. I could have attempted to rouse him, but I am 74 years old, and I am not out there to be giving away my money, to meet people, or to make friends. I just want to have my damned walk and be left to myself.
My final decision was that if he was still there when I was returning nearly two hours later, I would rouse him to sense if he was homeless; and if so I would give him the only money I had in my wallet (a $20 bill), and direct him to go to the very nearby 7-Eleven and buy himself some hot coffee or something.
So I continued with my walk, stopping three or four blocks later at the elementary school playground where I wanted to tackle a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I had brought a bandana to do my best to wipe dry the two metal jungle gym monkey bars I would be using bare-handed.
Unable to get the bars perfectly dry, I think that I managed four pull-ups in the first set before my grip had slipped such that I was only hanging on with my fingers. Then I managed a further two pull-ups in the second set. The next two sets were chin-ups ─ three and then four repetitions. And the final two sets were pull-ups between two bars ─ two pull-ups in both sets, with the final pull-up held at peak elevation for a 15-count.
And I finished with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
I did see a coyote on my walk. I was hiking along 100th Avenue on my way to 148th Street where I would be turning right. I was practically at the mouth of Green Timbers Access (Google Map) when I saw the animal cross the avenue from its opposite side and disappear ahead of me near the far end of the stretch of lot parking that you should be able to make out on that map.
As I continued alongside that parking lot, I remained wary ─ even after I had well passed the end of the lot, I kept alert. It is all forest along there ─ I have no desire to be sneak-attacked by a coyote taking a bite onto the back of one of my legs.
I thought I was making good time, but I guess I got held up longer than I realized at one point by some idiot at an intersection well ahead of me who happened to be on the same side of the avenue I was walking. I had heard this clown long before I was able to make him out, so I know he had not seen me.
He was just slowly walking back and forth along a fairly short stretch of the sidewalk, singing out loud. I could not recognize the song ─ I don't even know if it was English. But there was an apartment building right there, and another 7-Eleven / gas and charging station on the opposite side of the avenue. So clearly, he was not right-minded.
I must have stood appraising my options far longer than I believed, for by the time I was home it was 3:54 a.m. ─ the walk had taken a minute over two hours. By comparison, yesterday I was 11 minutes under the two hours.
And yes, the chap sitting in the alleyway by my home was gone. He must have roused from the discomfort of the chilly night and left.
I think that I was back to bed reasonably soon after 5:30 a.m., but it may have been nearer 5:45 a.m.
My morning began very shortly after 8 a.m., rising long before my younger brother.
When we got together at 9:10 a.m. or so for some T.V. via our Android TV Box, I led us off with the second half of a video that we had to forsake midday yesterday. It was 51 minutes (51:46) and had been uploaded to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel on January 19, 2013: Science of Spying - Secrets of the CIA | Documentary | 1965.
This documentary presents an account of Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) activities that had previously been covert, including activities in Iran, Guatemala, Cuba, Congo, Vietnam and Laos. The film includes interviews with CIA director Allen Dulles and Dick Bissel.
The full description is far longer, so refer to the linked video to see more.
Next I tuned in an hour-long (1:04:53) addition streamed just today to Rumble's childrenshealthdefense channel: Getting Together To Take Action.
Tune in to this week’s episode ‘Financial Rebellion’ to hear from Catherine Austin Fitts and Carolyn Betts as they recap two health freedom events and share the importance of finding community and working in unity with one another. Be sure to watch!
We finished with the latest video at YouTube's Dane Wigington channel, but we didn't even watch half of it before giving up on it. I don't think that we will bother coming back for any others in the future.
I was surprised that my brother actually noticed this primary reason, but I had been aware of it from previous videos by Dane.
Specifically, Dane goes on and on about how chemtrails and geoengineering are destroying the environment, the weather, and even us, leading to catastrophic climate change.
All well and good ─ absolutely no argument here.
Yet Dane also maintains that people are wrong who believe that Mankind has not been at the core of steadily increasing climate warming over the course of the geological record.
Perhaps it is pig-headed, but I do not believe that, and I simply do not care to hear it proclaimed. To my mind, Dane is wrong. The only things screwing up the climate are all elements of relatively recent geoengineering. Had Man not ever begun meddling with the weather, I do not believe that there would be 'global warming' ─ there has not been some steady increase that is detectable in the geological record within the time that Man has existed on the planet.
We have only begun ruining the world since the Industrial Age. The magnitude of pollution causing this devastation was not before possible.
But that is a discussion far beyond what I have time for.
My wife was to only have to work the latter part of today ─ that is, beginning at 4:30 p.m. when the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time opens following a daily mid-afternoon closure of 1½ hours.
She still has not cleared up a negative balance of over $1,800 in her chequing account, and now a nearly $300 monthly payment she was to have had debited from her account today by an insurance company has defaulted ─ apparently the financial institution does not intend to let my wife accrue even more of a negative balance in the overdraft arrangement that she somehow got them to extend her maybe three weeks ago.
I have texted her to let her know.
The ninny's entire next paycheque will be devoured by that negative balance; and I am afraid to leave any money in my own account because the financial institution once before robbed every cent I had to pay down one of her previous negative balances.
And our next bi-weekly mortgage payment is due to be debited from my account next Thursday ... yet I fear that the financial institution will pillage it first if I leave a deposit in the account for that payment.
I am so effing sick of these endless recurring financial worries she wreaks upon me!
I must take a break from this post ─ I will have a beer or two along with some supper while watching a bit of T.V.
I had meself a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and one or two ounces of Bacardi Spiced Rum ─ that helped 'downset' me, if that can possibly be the antonym of 'upset'.
I watched an episode of 21 Thunder ─ episode four ("Fixed") of the single-season series.
I am intending to rise at 1:30 a.m. overnight for another walk, but after dark in the latter afternoon it was raining hard for quite some while. I had actually believed that I was going to have an evening walk ─ maybe involving the nearest government liquor store. But I demurred.
Now I only have one can of malt remaining in my stock ─ I will have to accompany my brother tomorrow when he goes to pick up his girlfriend Bev around 10:10 a.m. to drive her to work. A government liquor store is near where she lives, so I will be able to invest in another four dozen cans to last me a while.
I will be to bed before my wife is home from work, so there is not going to be any discussion of finances.
What a life.
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