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Following the publication of yesterday's post, and then my vile descent that kept me from getting to bed unto probably at least 9:45 p.m., I was to initially manage maybe two hours of sleep, and then found myself awake early in the midnight hour.
When late into that hour I was still awake, I finally decided to just rise. Better to leisurely ready for my five-mile+ walk and head out ahead of schedule ─ doing so would afford me the chance to later return to bed earlier than I otherwise would and thereby yield more time for the seeking of sleep.
Strangely, once I was up I did not feel less slept than usual.
My wife had not shown up, but if she was going to, that could occur anytime ─ she is not one to turn down partying opportunities that may keep her out long into the night. Nevertheless, Tuesdays are generally full workdays for her, so she could well be sensibly in bed wherever it is that she stays in Vancouver when she is not here.
An online check revealed that my monthly pension had been directly deposited ─ that discovery lent some urgency to getting away on my walk to withdraw it before my wife saw it if she was out partying.
I also saw the claim that it was 1.1° Celsius (33.98° F.) hereabouts, so I would be dressing warmly enough. Even so, my overall weight when I was set to go was only around 190 pounds.
Somehow I had managed to use up more time than I expected ─ it was 1:45 a.m. once I was outside and on my way in the foggy night.
I was wearing my thin ─ i.e., tactile or touchscreen ─ gloves, but I also packed away a pair of ski-type gloves in the gym-style tote bag that contained my Titan baton flashlight stun gun.
Even before I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, my hands were already feeling the seeping foggy cold seemingly dampening my thin gloves.
The playground equipment was dripping with condensed fog. Normally I might have tried exercising bare-handed despite the wet metal bars, but this was a special kind of icy cold wet.
Even wearing the ski gloves, my hands felt how miserably cold the metal had become. If not for the thick, moist air, the bars would have been frozen ─ the condensation was surely below freezing in temperature, but could not freeze because of the heavy humidity of the cold fog.
I don't think I managed four pull-ups in the first set ─ probably only three; my succeeding five sets only saw me achieve two repetitions each. But I did hold the finally one for a 15-count (and as usual, there was a 30-count between the sets).
And this time I finished up with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
The overall effort helped defray some of the threatening cold seep of foggy air.
I had decided that I would wait until I was returning before I made an ATM withdrawal. It would probably be better to just have to bear that much cash a mile to home, than to be carrying it for the four miles of my initial walk.
I had concluded as well that my wife could not surely still be partying or casino-visiting at that point in the night if she was to be working all day today. Surely, she had to have gone to bed. But at least I had transferred out a grand to an account she could not access. I just could not transfer out all of it, though, because my ATM card could not access that account, either.
Walking in the foggy night was almost like participating in a new or different walk; also, street traffic was exceptionally sparse, so the heavy quiet seemed even more a prevalent feature.
I was not walking fast, for I was wearing the boots I had on exactly a week earlier that I feel were responsible for reigniting an old issue of musculature inflammation alongside my outer left shin that ─ when aggravated ─ will ultimately render me lame because I lose the ability to rise up onto the forefoot in order to properly step. I end up having to walk with a limping flat-footed gait.
Consequently, I full anticipated that I would be taking longer than two hours. In addition, visiting the ATM would require me to add an extra couple of blocks to my walk ─ in other words, an extra quarter mile overall.
I only had one interesting encounter, and it was not human ─ I cannot recall that I ever saw anybody else out there last night. Street people / drug addicts ─ the chilling fog was too deadly for anyone who might otherwise be out there aimlessly dallying about.
The encounter was when I was walking the only paved way alongside 96th Avenue between 148th Street and Green Timbers Way ─ I was walking from 148th to that Green Timbers Way (Google Map) where I would be turning.
I doubt that I was even quite halfway along when ahead of me in the gloom I could see that there was a shape on the walkway ─ I was hoping that it was not a coyote.
I was quite sure that if it was an animal, then it had to be in a resting posture, and not standing on all fours.
As I continued my approach, I wondered why it kept stationary ─ was it not aware I was coming its way?
Then due to an irregularity in the walkway, one of my feet made a pronounced scuffing sound.
That immediately got a reaction; the animal became mobile, and started advancing away ahead of me along the walk ─ everything all about is forest, except for the avenue.
At first I wondered if it might be some house cat ─ perhaps abandoned, and now somewhat feral. So I began talking softly in a gentle fashion as I continued my fairly slow pace, wondering aloud to the animal if it might be a kitty, and that it didn't have to be concerned of me.
I kept talking in a non-threatening manner.
If it had been a cat, I realized that it would have been quite bushy, and good-sized. But it was not moving with the degree of speed that a cat is well capable of.
There were three good-sized evergreen trees by the walkway that were very close together ─ their trunks were close enough that a person would have to squeeze between them.
The animal made as if it was stretching up to climb one of the trunks, and looked back towards me. I think then that it realized as I talked that I was not presenting any sort of predatory advance, walking as nonchalantly as I was.
Perhaps this reassured the critter. Whatever the case, it then withdrew a bit between two of the trunks and sort of settled down, awaiting as I kept leisurely walking along and talking softly.
Then as I was close and soon to pass by ─ no more than eight feet at most, and maybe even six from it ─ I recognized the distinctive face of a raccoon, probably a juvenile, for it was not the full size of raccoons that I see regularly enough.
And so I walked right past it, still softly talking and displaying no overt interest at all in this rather courageous woodland denizen that correctly believed me to be merely a passing wayfarer who meant it no harm.
What was rather more remarkable was that at the time, my left arm was swinging along with the gym bag, and my right arm was also swinging as I walked ─ and since that arm was nearest the raccoon, it did not alarm the raccoon even though my hand was dangling and swinging along the baton flashlight.
The flashlight was not turned on, but usually when substantial objects are being ambitiously swung about, animals are intimidated.
Not this little character, though. It had apparently assessed me already and had decided that there was nothing about me that it needed to fear ─ it would just stay to the side of the walkway and allow me to be on my way, and then it would go about whatever was its own business.
I kept softly talking until I was well beyond, just to maintain the innocence of our encounter and me as a non-threatening human.
Concerning my stop at the ATM later, the claim is that up to $2,000 can be withdrawn. I wanted to extract $1,700.
I tried ... and had my transaction cancelled.
What?
So I then tried $1,000.
That was accepted, and the amount was dispensed in $50 bills. Are not $100 bills stocked? Imagine if I did have the wherewithal to be accorded a $2,000 withdrawal ─ that would be forty $50 bills! Try counting that out on the spot for accuracy.
If I am remembering right, it was 3:51 a.m. once I was back home ─ considerably over two hours. And my wife was still elsewhere.
I do not recall when I returned to bed, but it was likely after 5 a.m. And I was up again somewhere after 8 a.m. but well before 8:30 a.m.
My younger brother and I enjoyed some fairly interesting T.V. this morning beginning around 9:10 a.m. once I put our Android TV Box to work.
I led us off with this two-minute (2:06) YouTube video uploaded November 22 to the Lianne Rood M.P. channel: Is this some sick joke?
Is this some sick joke? How do you think Canadian workers feel about Trudeau’s $15 Billion “investment” to create 1,600 jobs that aren’t even going to Canadians?
Wow! 😡
Then it was over to Librti.com and Odessa Orlewicz's 18½-minute (18:33) audio from yesterday: DAY 5 Of The Healthcare Workers Juducial Review Against The Bonnie Henry Mandates- Audio Notes. 20 Minute Listen.
This was the last day of the JCCF argument before Bonnie's team is up (that starts TOMORROW.) There were a few nuggets...One of them being that the lawyer informed the judge that even the WHO is not recommending mandated vaccines right now. I will be spending the next 4 days listening to Bonnie's team.
To me, it sounds like the judge is as obliviously dense as are the mask-wearing sheep who only know what their T.V. newscasts and newspapers tell them ─ they seek to do no research of their own.
I next tuned in a 51½-minute (51:31) video uploaded November 27 to Rumble's We The People - Constitutional Conventions channel: This Culture That Came BEFORE the Native Americans Will BLOW Your Mind.
This North American culture that came before the Native Americans will BLOW your mind! In this video, Dr. Nathaniel Jeanson reveals new information on this fascinating ancient society.
We finished up with a 55-minute (55:06) YouTube video that had been uploaded on August 7, 2014, to the ANCIENT ROME channel: Rome In The 1st Century - Episode 2: Years Of Trial (ANCIENT HISTORY DOCUMENTARY).
In 14 AD, Augustus died and the empire stood at a crossroads. Would Rome continue on course or return to chaos?
Much depended on his successor, Tiberius. He knew he had not been Augustus’ first choice as heir, and his position was insecure. He and the Senate did not get along: they disliked his moodiness and unpredictability, and he resented their plotting. He looked for help elsewhere and chose Sejanus.
Sejanus realized this was the chance of a lifetime. He launched a widespread purge, arresting and executing many rivals. The only man who could stop this – Tiberius – had retreated to the island of Capri.
Just when Sejanus seemed unstoppable, everything changed. Tiberius told the Senate that Sejanus was condemned. Sejanus was arrested and executed. The only surviving heir to the throne was now Caligula.
At first, the Emperor Caligula did well. But his behavior soon became strange. He seduced the wives of his guests and murdered people at random. Before long, he too was dead, murdered by his closest advisors.
He was followed by his uncle, Claudius. Disfigured by illness when he was just a child, Claudius had spent his life as the butt of jokes. To everyone’s surprise, he worked hard and did well. He passed laws protecting sick slaves, increased women's privileges and opened the Senate to new talent. Abroad, he conquered Britain – something that not even Julius Caesar had managed to do.
His weakness was his promiscuous wife, Messalina. When she began an affair with a nobleman, it was widely seen as a coup in the making. Claudius ordered her lover to be killed and Messalina was murdered soon afterwards. When he heard, Claudius didn’t blink – instead, he asked for more wine.
This period also witnessed major change in other parts of the empire. In Egypt, attacks on the Jews forced Philo, a Jewish leader, to travel to Rome and ask for help, without success. In Judaea, a charismatic leader named Jesus challenged the religious and political establishment. The local furor barely touched Rome, but the legacy of Jesus would one day engulf the entire empire.
I had actually previously recorded the video to a thumb or flash drive, so I am here just supposing that the above was my source.
This video brought us to noon, so my brother sought some bed rest before leaving in the afternoon for the day. I had not yet sought a nap when he left; and then unexpectedly, my eldest stepson arrived home following his four-week or so holiday in Thailand with his girlfriend.
I must say, it is nice having the 29-year-old home. I texted my wife the fact that he was back, and she responded with three different joyous emojis.
That she has not been home is testament to her having to work.
Moving on (for I am now rushing this post) ... come the early evening as I often do, I opted to watch a T.V. show while enjoying a Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and some supper. So putting our Android TV Box back into action, I tuned in an episode of FBI ─ it was episode 16 ("Family First") of season five.
And then since today is a bath day, I discharged that chore, which essentially brought me to 8:30 p.m. Since I have another very early walk intended, I must be to bed within the hour.
I will not be witness to my wife's homecoming.
On my walk tonight, I may withdraw a further $700.
Tomorrow evening I hope to get out and do some purposeful walking ─ it will likely involve some Christmas shopping, now that I have some cash. Doing that walk will free me up from needing to do one in the a,m, later that night, and allow me instead to watch some T.V. with my brother and have at least a couple of beers.
My walk tonight appears to be another foggy one, for it was already foggy after dark when I went downstairs to watch T.V. Nevertheless, the weather story is that we are due some rain on Thursday, so this weird frigid fog should be over by then.
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