This profitless blogging kept me up overlong last evening, so I felt myself obliged to set my cellphone alarm for 2:30 a.m. rather than the usual 1:30 a.m. in order to get me up for a five-mile+ walk. It was nearing 11 p.m. when I got to bed.
I think that my wife ─ who had worked the latter part of the day and had come home following my bedtime ─ may have just gone to bed. The light was on in her two sons' den area, but only the youngest was home and I was to see nor hear nothing of him.
The day had been good weather, so all was dry outside. I believe that I weighed about 188 pounds fully dressed as I was set to leave.
It was 3:19 a.m. ─ later than I liked. In fact, I had just about convinced myself to forsake stopping at the nearby elementary school playground for any exercise because of this. So when I came as far as the school and saw a car with its lights on and its engine running ─ the car was trapped inside the staff parking area, for access gates are closed after dark when the school is no longer peopled by anyone ─ I took that as the final determinant.
Sure, the staff parking lot is basically on the opposite part of the school from where 'my' playground is, but I just am uncomfortable having anyone on the school's premises when I exercise.
I expect that some fool had parked in the lot during the day and went elsewhere afoot rather than park somewhere on the side of a street or even pay a parking fee, and then had returned after hours to find his or her car basically imprisoned.
And now the occupant was running the engine for warmth and to maybe be entertained with whatever such electronics the car was equipped with.
Would the school gates be opened today? I don't see why ─ not if there was not to be some sort of school activity happening. Maybe the car would have to be there until Monday!
Anyway, I was expecting that I would be back home in well under two hours, and that I could have some compensating backyard tool shed exercising when my brother left later in the morning around 10:10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work ─ he is usually gone on that errand for about 20 minutes.
Well, all was going well for me on my walk.
Until I chose to access Fraser Highway from Green Timbers Way.
I was following a sort of dark lane through forest ─ you can see the lane portrayed as being between the Jim Pattison Outpatient Care property and the Surrey Nature Centre (Google Map). I was going to walk it as far as where it makes a sharp bend and angles around the other side of the Surrey Nature Centre and returns to Green Timbers Way. From that bend there is a path leading to Fraser Highway that comes out almost beside the creek that you can see.
I had just begun walking down the tree-shrouded pedestrian lane that is almost obliterated with a carpet of leaves and other related matter, when my Titan baton flashlight seemed to be illuminating a movement of white deeper along my route.
It quickly became apparent that somebody was ahead of me and moving about in the dark. The figure seemed almost to be considering receding, as had been I similarly pondering doing.
But I had my dagger on my hip; and my Titan is also a stun gun.
So I continued cautiously, knowing that the area has many homeless people and drug addicts.
Of course I was not shining my flashlight directly at the oncomer, but I realized that the white was a sheet he had draped across a shoulder as a help for warmth.
Then just as we were bypassing one another, too late I recognized that the chap was bearing a woodland staff ─ it was Charles "Stickman", whom I have been engaged with three times before. I always do my best to avoid him if I see him well enough in advance, for his conversation is metaphysically bizarre and impossible to understand. He recognized me.
And he led things off this time with a warning of three sort of invasive insects, at least one of which had the property of burrowing into the skin like a tick and just having a purplish 'head' protruding.
He used his lighter to try to show me possible such 'heads' on his own skin. He also attempted to identify the nearly purplish glow his insects emit under the proper light ─ he sought to reveal any on the staff he carried, and even resorted to one or two old sections of tree litter on the ground, but of course I could never see anything unusual.
And then his conversation entered the realm of bizarre astrophysics and other related physics topics, expounding on the most deep, nonsensical concepts.
Nothing is possible to follow, let alone understand.
Poor Charles clearly spends far, far too much time alone and dwelling on ideas that are either profoundly advanced ... or else insane. Or both.
He is difficult to detach from, particularly since I do realize that he must be a very lonely man. He lives somewhere in the deeper Green Timbers Urban Forest.
Of course we did ultimately part, but by then street traffic was markedly increased, and the clear night sky to me appeared to be lightening.
I hustled for home as well as I might, my arthritic knees in considerable pain from all of the idle standing I had put them through.
To my distress, it was 6:19 a.m. when I made it home. Charles had exhausted well over an hour of my time.
I did not return to bed until after 7 a.m.
When later I checked the time ─ my younger brother and I almost always watch some morning T.V. together after 9 a.m. ─ it was 10:15 a.m. He would be readying to leave to go and pick up Bev, so there was no sense bustling downstairs to join him.
However, I was in no shape for any backyard tool shed exercising. I needed time to adjust to being out of bed. Also, since I had begun my Sabbath fast before dark the previous evening, I was already feeling hunger and caffeine withdrawal.
In my brother's absence, I got the T.V. set up to begin playing (via our Android TV Box) Odessa Orlewicz's latest video from yesterday ─ it just exceeded 50 minutes (51:55): No Pizza For You If You Are The Wrong Race & Zuckerberg Admits To The Neural Interface.
You don't want to miss this one. An exclusive pizza party for the indigenous at an elementary school in BC gave one small child a piece of pizza, but his young sister from the same family who attended was told she can't have one because she didn't have the right bloodline. The parents of this school want media on this to help expose the jaw dropping raci!sm at school that even our smallest children are enduring. And- Google's "Gemini" A.I was programmed to erase caucasian people from history & searches which resulted in producing images of non caucasian not-seeez, and black p0pes. I show a video of Mark Zuckerberg admitting what we have all been warning about and much more...
We did watch one further video of almost a half hour's duration, but it was a total farce and had nothing to do with its title ─ I refuse to identify the damned thing. Let it die in obscurity.
My brother sought bed rest midday, for he would be leaving very early in the afternoon to engage his daily socializing. My wife rose before I managed to get my nap underway, so eventually after she was busy downstairs in the kitchen, I presented myself and correctly identified that the nap I was about to undertake would likely bring me past her departure for work ─ was there anything she wanted to let me know?
Alas, she lamented her legal woes ─ viz., the money she is supposed to be paying a lawyer firm after shirking a credit card debt. She declared that she cannot make a payment ─ she just does not have the money.
Would I be willing to make the payment with my VISA card and pay off the whole debt? She would pay me a couple hundred each payday.
It hurt, but I said I would not. I am struggling to pay the card down as a result of a very large balance that I allowed her to rack up through my weakness. I have some automated smallish debits that are taken from the card each month, so I try to pay $500 per month without ever using the card myself.
I paid $500 on February 2, yet doing so only reduced the card's balance $103.23. And that balance was not yet at $14,500.
It has been taking me about a year to get the balance reduced by $1,000, for I cannot always pay the $500. The latest expected minimum payment is $264.57, but that would do nothing to reduce the balance ─ it would escalate above the last net drop.
So no, I am not allowing my wife to rack up several thousand dollars more on my card! Especially since her repayment promises are quickly forsaken.
It was difficult relaxing sufficiently to fall into a nap ─ as said, I feel guilt for not being in a position to help my wife. And she was gone when I rose from bed after 3:30 p.m.
She is not likely to be back home until after the weekend ─ such is our marriage.
I want to put in a long hike to the Fleetwood government liquor store that closes this evening at 10 p.m. ─ it will be a round trip of possibly over six miles. Doing so will add 1½ dozen cans of beer to my supply, and also free me up to watch T.V. later this evening with my brother after we both are here.
I have been home alone for at least 3½ hours ─ it is already approaching 8:30 p.m., so I must ready and get on my way. And I am doing it on an empty stomach ─ I have yet to break my fast.
By the way, around 5 p.m. fully naked I weighed around 177½ pounds.
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