Once again, last night there was no need for my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm. By early into the midnight hour I found myself so awake that I considered rising then, but chose instead to lay another half hour or so.
When I heard my younger brother finally go to his bedroom for the night around 1 a.m., I opened my bedroom door and used the bathroom. I could see ─ despite her door being closed ─ that there was still a light on in my wife's bedroom.
She anon emerged to go downstairs for a bit, possibly speaking with one of her sons, and then came back upstairs. By then I had again opened my bedroom door for sociability's sake, and she took the opportunity to look in at me and asked if I had yet taken my walk.
Upon learning that I had not, but would be soon leaving on it, she intoned that I be careful; and then she retired to her bedroom for the night.
The online claim was that it was 8° Celsius (46.4° F.) hereabouts. I did not believe that it was raining, but I packed my umbrella regardless. A weigh-in while fully clothed yielded a remarkably light 188 pounds; and by 1:45 a.m. I was on my way feeling especially well rested.
It was raining, but only lightly. I didn't feel the need to unfurl my umbrella.
At the elementary school playground three or four blocks away, I stopped for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. Due to the very light rain I did not bother wiping off the metal bar I would be using, and instead opted to wear the ski gloves I had also packed.
It seemed almost a cinch that I would be repeating my opening five-pull-up maximum of late in the opening set, but the ski gloves foiled that achievement ─ I was only able to get partway into that fifth pull-up when it became obvious that my steadily slipping grip was putting me at risk of falling backwards from the high bar. I was only holding on with my fingers by then, and the nylon shell of the gloves was inexorably peeling away from my hold on the bar.
I had to choose to drop off and immediately re-grip the bar securely to finish the pull-up.
Everything else was my normal of late (i.e., two pull-ups in the second set; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and two pull-ups between two bars in the final two sets).
However, I was not able to hold the very last pull-up at highest elevation because the gloves' nylon shell would not allow my hold.
In irritation I removed the useless things and assumed the peak pull-up which I held for a rather difficult 30-count.
Then I finished up with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
Actually, I now recall that it was only after the push-ups that I returned to the jungle gym monkey bars to make that 30-count peak pull-up hold ─ my conscience would not allow me not to engage it.
So I spent a little more time than usual in the playground.
Even so, I was never to have to even cross a street to avoid any night people, nor did I get held up at any traffic lights. Thus, I thought that possibly I might be making decent time despite wearing the very poor AliExpress boots I have written about a number of times in past posts.
Well, my timing was not abominable; but if I am remembering correctly, it was 3:41 a.m. once I was back, so that is not stellar.
The rain, by the way, was at times practically non-existent.
I made my return to bed by or just ahead of 5 a.m., I think.
'Twas nearing 9:10 a.m. when I later checked the time and rose, expecting to find my brother downstairs watching T.V. He was not. As yet, he had not risen.
Consequently I had full control of the T.V. and our Amazon TV Box when he did finally present himself.
I led us off with a short 11-minute (11:48) YouTube video on the Jason Hanson channel that I was curious about ─ it had been uploaded back on November 29: How To Defend Yourself With Palm Strikes.
Then I tuned in the latest video at Rumble's Deprogramming With Graces Dad channel, but I cancelled out of it after a couple of minutes ─ it just didn't seem to be anything I felt myself in the mood for.
My third and final choice was a bit in excess of 2½ hours, so we had to suspend it with just over a half hour to go ─ my brother wanted some further bed rest, for he would be heading out and busing away around 2:30 p.m. to rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies at a pub.
I will report on the video once we complete watching it.
My wife was not yet up for the day, so I also returned to my bed for a nap, rising later around 1:45 p.m. to find her bustling about.
She was to have to work later ─ the Thai restaurant opens at 4:30 p.m. following a daily afternoon closure at 3 p.m.
She seemed in rather good spirits considering being denied the $17,000 loan yesterday that she so desperately wanted.
At present for me it is only 4:25 p.m., but I am going to break from this post. I intend to get out reasonably soon after dark ─ or maybe the earliest evening ─ and put in some walking that may well also see me complete my Christmas shopping. My Old Age Security Pension and Canada Pension were both directly deposited yesterday ─ the government seems to traditionally do this just ahead of Christmas for those of us who receive either of the pensions.
This outing will free me up from having to rise overnight for a walk, and I can thus sit up this evening and have some drinks and watch a little T.V. entertainment with my brother once we are both back here.
I expect to be able to have time to complete this post before he is home, so I will report on my outing then.
It took that last heaping shot glass left of my Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) and a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while I watched what was for me an especially emotional episode of Cybill ─ episode 11 ("A Hell of a Christmas") of season three, but I managed to resurrect the drive to get out and make that five-mile hike into downtown Whalley.
That episode featured a guest actress whom I did not recognize, but her name stood out in the closing credits ─ Audra Lindley. However, even that was not clue enough. Wikipedia furnished the likely answer ─ she was the landlady on both Three's Company and The Ropers.
I still cannot envision her on those shows, but I have no doubt those roles are why her name was so darned familiar even if she was not.
Anyway, I got away and made a $380 withdrawal, and then bought four lottery gift packs at Surrey Place (Central City) for a total of $95. Then I proceeded on to the government liquor store at 108th Avenue and bought a bottle of Sambuca and another of red wine for $58.83 with deposit and taxes.
A very mild, rain-free evening.
To be honest, I was tempted to walk through the questionable parts of town in the hope of encountering an attractive 'working girl' with whom to possibly interact, but I realized that I did not have the time.
It was 9:26 p.m. once I was back home, and I could see that the blinds had been drawn ─ the sure indicator that my brother had gotten home ahead of me.
And sure enough ─ he was passed out in front of the T.V.
So I came upstairs here to my bedside computer and am now finished this post. I shall join him just after 10 p.m. for some drinks and T.V. (via our Android TV Box).
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