My wife and I had cross words around 1:45 p.m. this afternoon inspired by her snarkiness, so she got to leave ─ for work? ─ around 2:45 p.m. without whatever benefit there may be in having me see her off.
I should never have brought her to Canada ─ maybe we should never have married. At least I would not be in the financial ruin I have allowed her to bring down around us.
Enough of that.
Soon after I retired last evening around 9:30 p.m., I heard my younger brother arrive home. No one else was here.
My 1:30 a.m. cellphone actually roused me, but that is not to claim that I had slept well until then.
I saw that my wife had not come home following her workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but at least the house was in darkness. I prefer that when I have one of my five-mile+ walks to ready for.
And then at 1:40 a.m. my cellphone rang ─ it was my wife, asking, "Are you home?"
It turned out that she was outside, unable to locate her house key.
I let her in, and continued with my readying; she remained downstairs and began fixing herself something to eat.
I had seen with an online check that the temperature hereabouts was supposedly .6° Celsius (1.08° F.), so I dressed warmly enough, and had a fully clothed weight of 190 pounds at most ─ I only had my midday meal yesterday, forgetting to keep track of the afternoon time until it was by then dark and my scheduled Sabbath fast already well underway without me realizing it.
When I was set to leave, my wife was still downstairs, having her snack at the dining table and watching something on her smartphone. Consequently, I got to announce my departure, receiving the well-wishing from her that I be safe.
It was definitely chilly; and the mostly full moon quite apparent behind a very light cover of extremely thin cloud. By the time I was finishing up my walk, there was more clear sky than not.
But that is jumping ahead in this narrative.
Early into my walk ─ at the elementary school playground about three or four blocks from home ─ I stopped for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, for I had remembered to bring a pair of nicely-padded ski-style gloves. As expected, the playground equipment was caked with frozen condensation.
Unfortunately, although the gloves allowed me protection from the icy cold when I gripped metal, the relatively slick nylon outer shell of the SPORTEK gloves afforded an insecure grip, so I only ever managed one repetition in each set. My grip was so insecure that when I would be pulling myself up during a pull-up, I questioned myself as to whether my hands might actually slide free of the icy metal bar and I would come falling backward onto the three runged ladder I needed to stand on to reach the first jungle gym monkey bar.
That would have been disastrous for anyone, let alone a 74-year-old.
But the effort of each of those single repetitions was unexpectedly invigorating; and I finished up with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
I must not neglect to mention that when I first left home, my vision seemed oddly poor. It even occurred to me that if I only had my bad right eye for vision, I would be nearly helpless ─ this did not seem right.
Then before too long, I realized what was happening ─ I was undergoing a halo. For me, they mostly manifest with a heatwave-type swirling in the periphery of my vision that can gradually encroach more of my vision field until even if I was indoors and wanted to do something like read, the print would be made indistinct by the paranormal-like swirling.
There tends also to be an eyestrain-like vague headache as an aftermath of one of these attacks.
So I was not exactly in peak shape for that exercise stop. Happily, the vision symptoms seemed to clear up by about a mile into my walk.
The only other event worth mention would be when I was walking 148th Street and just about to turn right onto 96th Avenue (Google Map). I was coming from the north or walking 'down' 148th, when I could hear an impressively-voiced coyote sounding off in the forest of that lower left quadrant of the intersection ─ I suspect that it was likely on the Green Timbers Greenway.
I heard vocalizing for maybe a couple of minutes, and I was somewhat leery as I began walking 96th Avenue because both sides of that avenue are forested and one can feel quite isolated ─ there is little street traffic at that time of night.
Was there only the one coyote sounding off? I could not tell, for I never heard any overlaps to indicate that more than one was voicing. But I have in the past heard chorusing.
Anyway, I had my unlit Titan baton flashlight stun gun in my hand, and a dagger on my hip, so I felt reasonably secure. I know the coyotes range the forest on both sides of 96th Avenue ─ I just didn't want something like a crossover to suddenly start happening while I was present.
I was finally back home by 3:57 a.m., if I am remembering right ─ I had done the walk in maybe seven minutes under two hours without any jogging. That is very good time.
And the stressed musculature alongside the entirety of my outer left shin never even became a threat ─ I noticed no symptoms. To refresh, since my early walk of Tuesday, the inflammation that developed that night kept threatening to render me lame then and at times on my walks each night since. To experience absolutely nothing last night is remarkable ─ I only hope that this remains so.
I do not believe that I made it to bed until a little after 6 a.m. due to becoming overly involved in composing a thorough reply to an E-mail I had been sent the previous evening.
I remained in bed until maybe 9:10 a.m., then rose to join my brother who was downstairs watching T.V.
He mentioned how his girlfriend Bev is going to have her workdays reduced from five to maybe two if she is unable to be more versatile with her duties ─ which she can not do because she has allowed herself to decline too far physically. She is a heavy smoker, has extremely high blood pressure, eats poorly, resists physical activity ─ and more.
So she is now contemplating whether it might be possible to qualify for a Canada Disability Pension, and wonders what it might pay ─ my brother expected me to see what information in that context I could find out online.
Fortunately, it was easily done.
Anyway, I would normally have watched T.V. with him until he invited me to put our Android TV into action, but this morning he waited too long ─ he actually sat there soaking up the bovine excrement that was being spewed concerning hyped vaccines in an interview by the rather squeaky-voiced hostess with her regular Sikh M.D.
It was nauseating.
I betook myself from the living room and came back upstairs to this computer that I keep in my bedroom, and I let my brother 'enjoy' his daily morning garbage of spoon-fed pap in what purports to be a news show.
He was to leave at 10:05 a.m. to drive two miles to the home of Bev and drive her the four or so blocks required for her to get to work ─ she gave up walking it at least 1½ years ago, and since then it has become my brother's duty to drive her.
Do not get me wrong ─ I very much like Bev. But she chose her lifestyle that has brought her to his sorry state at the age of only 51 or 52.
Also, I am feeling a little cranky because of my last interaction with my wife, and my Sabbath fast that includes not having any caffeine!
But it will be dark in an hour and I can finally eat.
My brother and I were only to watch one video this morning ─ at just over an hour (1:08:44), it was Odessa Orlewicz's audio-only report of yesterday: Juducial Revew- Doctors/Nurses Suit Against Bonnie Henry In Full Swing. I Attended This Past Week.
Judicial Review- Healthcare Workers Against BC, Canada's insane NWO health officer patsy witch Bonnie Henry Days 1 through 4 in court. I have been been covering the first 4 days of the doctors and nurses (and other healthcare workers) case against BC, Canada's Health Officer Bonnie Henry that took place this past week. I compiled all of the notes I posted to tw!tter into one AUDIO recording for the first 4 days so far. You can check back in a week for days 5 audio notes onwards. Please share this widely so BC can comprehend what many healthcare workers have to say. There are different red pill moments each day/different nuggets that arise each day.(My audio was run through Descript. Descript guesses your sentence structure based on your pauses so guesses where punctuation should go on the visual words.)
Bonnie Henry needs to not only be fired, but to be tried by a people's court for what she has done. There are some politicians who need to be 'defrocked' and standing there in court alongside her facing the same judgment.
It was probably around 11:40 a.m. when my brother returned to his bedroom for some rest before leaving for the day to socialize. My wife had gotten up around 10 a.m.
I returned to my own bedroom without conversation with her as she fussed in the kitchen; and before noon, I was in bed seeking a needed nap that did not see me rise until around 1:30 p.m. this sunny day.
These caffeine-free Sabbath fasts are not pleasant when one is something of a caffeine addict. I could fairly easily spend much of the afternoon in bed just fading in and out of consciousness as I weather the time until I am finally able to dine and enjoy some T.V.
Note that when my brother ran his morning errand for Bev, I did weather the chilly backyard tool shed for a set of pull-ups (four), a set of chin-ups (three), and a set of pull-ups between two bars (three). I held that final pull-up at highest elevation for a 15-count. And I finished with a dozen slow full-range push-ups on the wooden floor.
Just ahead of 4:30 p.m. I weighed myself while fully naked: 178 pounds.
It is almost dark right now. Before I eat, I am going to tune in a Christmas movie and enjoy some beer, and do my best to feel seasonally emotional. I will finish this post later in the evening.
I grew so ridiculously sleepy after eating and then having a second can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), but I was okay through the movie ─ 2017's Home for Christmas Day.
I was pleased that Catherine Bell seemed to have the lead role, but her character was to be the flaw for me in a full enjoyment of the movie. Her character was too often overbearing and possessive, and had a true knack for lashing out and hurting people ─ I have had too much of that from certain women in my life.
I first perked right up when the character's 18-year-old daughter ─ working in a diner ─ encounters in the diner a tall, good-looking soldier played by Anthony Konechny. The actress ─ Matreya Fedor, who was totally unknown to me ─ was absolutely believable and realistic in her reactions.
Things rather bogged down for a long while after that when Catherine Bell's character started playing the know-it-all over-protective widowed mother, but at least the movie was still very interesting.
And although I half-expected how the movie was going to turn out, it was still an emotional finish.
So I do recommend it. I watched it using the CINEMA HD app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, but it is readily available online if you have a decent ad-blocker on your browser.
Three sources I know of are MoviesJoy, or UpMovies (at this website I didn't notice any rude pop-ups or commercial attempts at browser hijacking before the movie began), or M4uHD.
It was after the movie that my weariness started trying to overpower me ─ maybe I should have introduced some caffeine back into my system, but I want to wait until tomorrow.
I finished watching the last half hour or so ─ my third sitting ─ of a more than two-hour (2:11:17) BitChute video I began two evenings ago at the NoFriendsJustFacts channel: Ep.8 Heal Your Mitochondria w/ Urotherapy And Cutting Edge Regenerative Medicine (Disease In Reverse.
Host Jonathan Otto's commentaries between segments of the video could sometimes become long, so I did skip through some of it. Likewise with the daughter of one woman who gave testimony ─ it was very nice that the adult daughter wanted to give her own perspective of how her mother completely improved and what that meant to the family, but I was really only interested in the means of the improvement.
I need more convincing before I am ready to give the therapy a whirl.
Okay, I must call blogging quits for this time. I will not be rising until 4 a.m., at which point I will have a stiff mug of instant coffee with the works.
And maybe I will manage to get away by 5:45 a.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to do some grocery shopping ─ leaving that much ahead of 6 a.m. will allow me some time to exercise at the elementary school, although I fully expect things there will be iced over again. We shall see. At least I will not have to feel myself rushed in the walk to make the store by its 7 a.m. opening.
It will surprise me if my wife comes home tonight. Such is my life and marriage.
It is 9:30 p.m.
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