The Weirdest Story

Twitter: Cory Morgan

Yesterday I wrote that I intended to get out this evening on a potential Christmas shopping hike, but I forgot that my wife tends to not work on Wednesdays and often remains home ─ she did so all day today.

Yet she and I have not spoken a word to one another. I am taking my cue from her, so that will be how it shall remain unless she breaks the ice.

As for her eldest son newly back last afternoon from his four-week holiday in Thailand, it is already as if he never left.

I never heard my wife come home in the latter evening yesterday, for I had retired ─ perhaps around 9:30 p.m. ─ with my cellphone set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

I was not to need my alarm. I think that it may have been as early as 12:06 a.m. when I was awake enough to be wondering on the time. I think that I did attempt further sleep, but I gave up into the latter half of the midnight hour.

I remained out of sight in my bedroom, so I do not believe anyone else was aware that I was up. Probably only my younger brother had gone to bed for the night.

My online check of the temperature hereabouts yielded the claim of -1.7° Celsius (28.94° F.) ─ I would definitely be dressed warmly for the outing. However, I was not to be able to weigh myself because each time I cautiously opened my bedroom door to assess accessibility of the bathroom, it was occupied. Heck, I even had to urinate into an empty 1.75-kg yogourt container, for the need became too urgent to try to await an opportunity outside.

As far as I know, I managed to slip away undetected, although no doubt my open bedroom door would anon reveal my absence. It was 1:41 a.m. by then.

Fog prevailed for approximately the first mile, but thereafter conditions were more often clear than not. And on my return home, even that initial mile had become clear.

It was definitely cold out there. Sometimes my feet encountered a little bit of ice on the sidewalk that would make my rear foot skid back slightly when the other foot was taking a forward step.

At the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here where I stopped early on in order to try a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the nylon shell of my ski gloves could not maintain an entirely secure grip on the icy metal jungle gym monkey bar I initially used, but I think that I may have managed two and then one repetition in the two sets of pull-ups that I led off with; and then two chin-ups in both of the next two sets. And I managed two pull-ups in both sets performed between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, with the final pull-up held for a 15-count at its highest elevation.

I concluded with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

As usual with this level of cold, street people and / or addicts were not loitering or wandering aimlessly about ─ this is always one of the pluses about walking at this time of year late at night. In the Summer, I have to practice far too much evasion and vigilance to avoid encounters.

I cannot recall anything eventful during the walk; I did engage some very light jogging whenever there was no traffic along 96th Avenue after leaving 148th Street and heading for Green Timbers Way (Google Map) where I would be making my turn.

The purpose of the jogging effort was to generate some further warmth, but I also wanted to make a little time because I would be adding a couple of blocks to my walk in order to hit an ATM where I would be withdrawing $500.

By the time I was back home it was 3:39 a.m., so I had done very well ─ despite everything I was a couple of minutes under two hours.

I now cannot recall when I returned to bed ─ let's just say it was 5:15 a.m. And I managed to remain there until a little past 8:30 a.m.

Upon joining my brother a little after 9 a.m. for some T.V., when I put our Android TV Box to work around 9:10 a.m., I led us off with a very good 10-minute (10:54) interview video added just today to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Christine Anderson & Anita Krishna Chat "Make it Your Business Tour".

I adore both of these women!

We also watched a 34½-minute (34:33) video added January 5 to Rumble's The Why Files channel: The Brooklyn Bridge UFO | The Weirdest Story You'll Ever Hear.

Nov 30, 1989, just after 3 AM. New York City. Janet Kimball was driving over the Brooklyn Bridge when her car stalled and slowly rolled to a stop.

After a couple of failed attempts to get the car started, Janet was hit by a bright light. Bright enough that she had to shield her eyes.

The light was coming from an apartment building. Janet thought maybe someone was shooting a movie. Not unusual in New York City.

Then she saw that the light was coming from a saucer-shaped craft hovering *above* the building. OK, it's a science fiction movie, Janet thought.

But it wasn't a movie. This was happening for real.

As Janet's eyes adjusted to the brightness, she saw something levitating in the light. Objects floating up to the saucer.

When she focused, she realized they weren't objects. They were people.

Well, one of them was.

In an instant, the light went out, and the saucer plunged into the East River.

There were 23 eyewitnesses to this event, including one of the highest-ranking politicians in the world.

And people being transported to a UFO by a beam of light in the middle of New York City? That isn't the weirdest part of the story.

Then it was time for the 25-minute (25:43) documentary episode uploaded June 9 of last year to Rumble's The Sequel to the fall of the Cabal channel: THE SEQUEL TO THE FALL OF THE CABAL - PART 23 - WHISTLEBLOWERS ABOUT HOSPITAL MURDERS.

The final show I tuned in was an old T.V. series' episode, but it was only half done by noon, so I gave my brother the option of finishing it up tomorrow; thus we suspended it for today ─ I will wait until we have watched the whole thing before identifying it.

My brother sought his bed rest, but I had yet to return to my own bed for a nap when he emerged from his bedroom and announced that he was leaving for the day to socialize.

Note that as I usually do anytime he leaves shortly after 10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work, I had three further sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed: four pull-ups in the first set, three chin-ups in the second set; and then three pull-ups between a pair of bars in the final set, with the very last pull-up held for a 15-count.

I finished with 13 slow full-range push-ups on the wooden floor.

I was surprised to learn from my brother that Bev had apparently become an ex-smoker as of about a month ago.

Good for her!

Anyway, I was to bed for my needed early afternoon nap before my wife emerged from her bedroom ─ she did so during my nap.

As the day here wore on, I finally did have some conversation with my wife. I went downstairs for some supper, and she enumerated what was newly available by her hand. She was reasonably social thereafter.

I was to later watch an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 21 ("Inheritance") of season three. I enjoyed a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) during it, topping my rather unexpectedly ample supper because one or both of my stepsons had produced two large Camy's pizzas. I know of no pizza joint locally that is as good at pizza as this business; however, I only had one piece of each of the two pizzas that were here.

I was tempted following my can of beer to have a brimming shot of liquor, but decided that since I would be getting up at 1:30 a.m. for a five-mile+ walk in the cold night, I had best not make matters any harder on myself.

It is presently 8:54 p.m., so I am going to have to start winding down and soon be getting to bed ─ enough for blogging today.