No Bridges

Since it was almost 10 p.m. last evening before I got to bed, I set my cellphone alarm for 2 a.m. rather than 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. Oddly, my younger brother had not yet forsaken the T.V. ─ he likely had passed out to such extent earlier that he was not feeling as in need of sleep as he should have been.

Even so, he did finally head on up to his bedroom around 2:18 a.m., if I am remembering correctly.

My wife was home from working the latter part of the day, and she had yet to retire. I knew all of this without revealing to anyone that I was now up ─ I kept my bedroom door closed.

But she soon enough also went to bed, and the house was in darkness.

I was able to weigh myself fully clothed just before heading for the front door, and registered a surprisingly light 186 pounds at most.

It was 2:55 a.m. by the time I had begun my walk. The sky was clear, and it was fairly chilly.

I rarely much feel able to seriously exercise before I leave on these walks, and I was not exactly fired up about a session at the nearby elementary school playground. Notwithstanding, I visited the facilities and ─ after wiping some condensation off one of the jungle gym monkey bars ─ I found myself to be feeling rather capable.

Oh, certainly, I blazed no massive totals in the pull-ups and chin-ups, but that is not the purpose of these sessions anymore now that I am into my 70s. Rather, I want to derive the fullest ─ the deepest ─ exercising of my upper body.

So even though I only managed three and then two pull-ups in the first two sets, then the same with the next pair of sets of chin-ups, and finally two pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings in both of the final two sets (and I held the very last pull-up for a minimum of a 20-count), I descended in each repetition until I was briefly into a relaxed hang before rallying for another elevation.

I could feel the scapulae actually getting shifted about.

Even a year ago I had believed myself to be descending to a hang, but I came to realize fairly recently that I was fooling myself ─ I hung low, but I maintained a tension that I failed to release.

I no longer allow that cheating tension. I now come to a relaxed hang.

And of course once I was done, I sallied over to a nearby cement ramp for what turned out to be a dozen slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on the ramp.

Thereafter throughout my walk, I was surprising myself by how often I would draw the deepest possible lungs-filling breaths, the chill and somewhat damp night air reaching with an almost pleasant shock to the nethermost regions of those two organs.

I believe that it was either 5:52 or 5:53 a.m. once I was back home. I cannot recall if I was back into bed by 6 a.m.

Nor can I recall when I rose for the morning ─ I am sure that it was ahead of 9 a.m.

My brother was especially late rising this morning. I not only had possession of the T.V., but around 10:30 a.m. I had our Android TV Box in operation and was playing the video added yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: MANKIND WILL ONLY SURVIVE WITH THIS TRUTH.

Christopher James Live stream Thursday March 28th, 2024
[stream attacked again i wonder why?]
Extinction level against mankind is no longer theory... it is happening worlwide

The title of this live stream speaks volumes to what people worldwide MUST know
When we have the correct conversations and understanding the power of knowing WHO we are and using correct words...
We the people of this world can stop all of this evil and wipe it off the face of this earth

I now skip ahead through Christopher's videos ─ I am not in the least interested in his lengthy promotions of various enterprises he is involved with such as Master Peace and FLFE (or whatever the acronym is), along with various Ontario-centric businesses or events; nor do I care to sit there while he publicly thanks every one of the people who donated to him since his last Thursday video.

I'm weary too of his deluded rants on how he's going to try (by trial by jury) and lynch what would have to amount to be most of the darned country, for the corruption is absolutely everywhere and in every sphere of society.

My brother joined me after I had gotten well over a half hour through the video.

All else we were to watch was a 20-minute (20:51) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's True North channel: Liberal bill would give MPs tens of millions in extra pensions.

Last week, Dominic LeBlanc introduced an amendment to the Elections Act, potentially enabling around 80 MPs to qualify for a House of Commons pension. According to the Canadian Taxpayers Federation, this delay would result in tens of millions in additional costs for taxpayers. Canadian Taxpayers Federation Alberta director Kris Sims joined True North’s Andrew Lawton to discuss.

I believe that this was all we watched. By then it was approximately midway through the noon hour this rather overcast day, and my brother surprised me by announcing that he was seeking further bed rest.

My wife had not yet emerged from her bedroom, so since I was undergoing a Sabbath fast, I also returned to bed.

Alas, when I later checked the time, it was nigh 3:25 p.m. ─ my wife usually works beginning in the latter afternoon of Saturdays, and usually leaves on her fairly long drive before this.

Well, it was true ─ she was not home. I had managed to sleep though what time she was to be spending out of bed before leaving for work; and now it is possible that she will not be back until after she finishes what is usually a full workday on Tuesday.

It makes me feel a bit guilty.

Of course my brother was gone for the day, too. In fact, both of my stepsons were also gone ─ I was home alone.

I finished watching over half of an hour-long (1:06:27) video ─ that greater portion which remained from an earlier foray in the morning ─ on Common Law that had been published yesterday to Rumble's We The People - Constitutional Conventions channel: You Own Your Property - Time To End the FRAUD of Property Tax and More.

I wish that I could afford to leave here honourably and head farther north to find a community of people versed in Common Law ─ I need good, fearless, Christian people in my life who know how to live outside of the tyranny and fraud surrounding us all.

Anyway, late this afternoon or else early in the evening, I weighed myself while fully naked. Quite possibly, I was down to 173 pounds ─ most remarkable.

However, I felt weak and listless from this fast ─ abstaining even from caffeine ─ that began before dark yesterday and typically will continue until after it gets dark today (Saturday).

I was considering phoning my late old friend William A.G.'s girlfriend Sandy early this evening ─ she makes me feel obligated; but I have run out of time due to my late start on blogging.

So with a Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) in hand, and a nutritious quick supper rounded up, I splurged on an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ the final season five's episode two ("Three Bridges"). I felt that beer!

Actually, I wanted to imbibe further, but Magnum P,I, did not finish too much ahead of 9 p.m. There was no further time to be risked watching T.V. (beyond a couple of YouTube music videos), for my brother might return at any point, and I do not wish to become involved in a late night with him.

I want to rise at 4 a.m., and no later than 6 a.m. be away on the 5.625-mile round trip walk to do some grocery shopping. The hope is to get out again that evening on another similar walk; only then will I sit up late into the evening watching T.V. with my brother.

What a sorry marginalized life I lead.