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For a change, I was to bed last evening just ahead of 9:30 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for one of my five-mile+ walks.

When I later rose, my eldest stepson was apparently still up, but out of sight downstairs at the dining table, watching videos on a laptop as he so often does late at night after my younger brother and I ─ if I happen to sit up late watching shows with my brother ─ have retired for the night.

As far as I know, I managed to sneak away unnoticed at 2:11 a.m. following a fully clothed weigh-in of possibly as little as 187 pounds.

It was chilly out there. I had noticed in the afternoon that there were occasional nearly indistinct pellets of snow falling. And now the temperature was easily hovering around the freezing mark ─ a very unusual early March for these parts.

Alas, I did not get to exercise early into my walk at the elementary school playground. There was a vehicle parked with its lights on, and practically adjacent to the playground. My initial thought was that it was likely Paladin Security or whichever outfit will show up ─ someone will do a tour on foot around the outside of the school parking lot.

That might explain why the vehicle was where it was ─ at that time of night, access to the school grounds and lot is blocked off by a tubular metal barrier swing gate at the front of each side of the school.

This was somewhat annoying, for my brother does not normally pick up his girlfriend Bev on Thursdays to drive her to work in the latter morning, so I would be unable to make up for this lost exercise later at home.

Deep into my walk I was to lose a considerable amount of time as I trekked along the forested side of 148th Street from 96th Avenue towards 100th Avenue (Google Map) where I would be turning left. There is no sidewalk on the forested side of 148th Street ─ I was only walking there because someone was already using the sidewalk ahead of me who was going in the same direction, and that person was moving slower than I.

I also came to realize that he had a decent-sized dog on some sort of leash ─ judging by the short-haired dog's large head, I suspected that it was some variety of pit bull.

So I had no desire to be catching up to this pair, but I hated slacking my pace. Yet the dog seemed aware of me as I did get closer to them as I travelled on the far side of the street, even if the owner was unaware. This further bothered me because should the dog be aggressive, it might finally break free of the man's grip if it launched a sudden attack that he was not expecting.

If you zoom in on that map above like this, you can see a trail identified as Douglas Fir Trail. I have never walked it from that point, but I was aware that it would cross Salal Trail, and from there I could make a turn and come out on 100th Avenue practically where it intersects with 148th Street.

By then the dog and its owner would have continued on to wherever they were bound, and I would not have needed to chafe at being reduced to their slow pace. It would just add some extra distance to my walk.

I now realize that I could have just followed Douglas Fir Trail all the way to Green Timbers Access Road and come out there at 100th Avenue (Google Map) ─ almost at 144th Street, which would be a half mile from the 148th Street that I had been walking as I trailed the dog-walker.

My ultimate destination along 100th Avenue last night was to be Whalley Boulevard (Google Map), which is just shy of King George Boulevard (or 136th Street). I was going to work my way along Whalley Boulevard to an ATM at Coast Capital Savings (Google Map) where I would be depositing my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque of something like $198.53 (if my memory is correct).

It would have been quite an interesting experience to have travelled almost half a mile along the dark forested Douglas Fir Trail. And in truth, I could have walked a full mile of trail, for I could have gone all the way to the intersection of 100th Avenue & 140th Street (Google Map).

However, the forest does harbour at least three 'residents' whom I know of who have camps somewhere within it, so there are likely others doing the same. And there are also coyotes.

My flashlight is actually a rather powerful Titan baton flashlight stun gun, so I do have ample lighting and protection; I also bear a dagger on my hip. Still, I would prefer not having any forest encounters.

But who knows? I may yet give that mile-long trail a night walk sometime.

My route home was to take me through the back of the elementary school and along a side opposite from where I normally exercise and where the vehicle was.

That vehicle was still there, with its lights on. Clearly, it had nothing to do with a security service.

What I suspect may have been going on is that some fool had parked in the school lot during the day, and the driver went off on foot to do some visiting or some such. He then returned late into the night to find that his vehicle had been gated in, and he would be stuck there until the morning when the school opened up for a new school day. With no choice but to wait this eventuality out, he was having to pass time as best as he could ─ it was definitely cold.

There is a smaller kids' playground on the opposite side of the school where I was cutting through to get home. I stiffen up quite badly after one of these walks, but I felt obligated to have my exercise, so I did at least stop for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ bare-handed. It was about all I could endure due to the cold.

I was back home at 4:11 a.m. ─ which is actually rather fabulous time in view of what I had felt myself to have lost overall.

I could have gotten to bed sensibly and had as many as three hours resting ... but I did not. I spent my time dissolutely, and was not back into bed until well past 7 a.m.

I may have only allowed myself an hour at most in bed before feeling myself obligated to get up for the usual morning time spent watching T.V. with my brother. He was tardy presenting himself this morning, so I had possession of the T.V. by 9 a.m. and had used our Android TV Box to set up Odessa Orlewicz's 1½-hour (1:34:07) video from yesterday: Urgent- How To Take Canada Back From United Nations AGENDA 21 -With Maggie Braun.

Please SHARE this with all Canadians & other free nations under attack by the UN.This may prove to be one of the most important interviews I have done. Maggie accomplished it in Ontario, and she has created a package for YOU so you don't have to figure it out for yourself. It's time to stop complaining and instead use the tool Maggie made for you in your town. Trudeau flew in to her town after she convinced council not to proceed and her video went viral, and other bizarre happenings when she had success fending of the beast. THIS ONE NEEDS TO BE SHARED ACROSS CANADA!!!

Maggie's package here: at gather2030.substack.com and slideshow here: https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/10f_hIm4_J3lAA-VRSCEclA8RDZeK4Fm_dbGOFPDJO8g/edit#slide=id.g26a7a0621dd_0_39 and a video of her doing it: https://gather2030.substack.com/p/kicklei-friday-night-meeting

Then I tuned in an 18½- minute (18:29) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: Ukraine is FINISHED and we got our clearest sign yet it's worse than ever | Redacted News.

The writing is on the wall for Ukraine and U.S. involvement as Biden shows how little he knows about Ukrainian politics and all of our weapons keep getting blown up!

Our viewing ended with a 52-minute video uploaded on October 1, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: Almost Perfect Crimes: The Papin Sisters | Free Documentary History.

In a case that shocked the nation maids Christine and Lea Papin admit to the murder of the mother and daughter of their master. The sisters gouged out the eyes of the victims and are discovered in bed together. It is revealed that their mistress had discovered they were in love and they killed her to protect themselves from disgrace.

The crime is one of the most violent France has ever seen but the murderers cause was taken up by many of the intellectual of the time due to the harsh conditions the maids worked under. The women become a symbol of oppression.

The statement in the description above that the sisters murdered their mistress and her daughter because the mistress had discovered the sisters' incestuous lesbian relationship is speculation ─ the sisters may well not have had any such relationship. It is unknown just why the sisters murdered ─ and with the merciless violence that they exhibited.

I have to close today's post ─ I have a long walk intended that will free me up to sit up late tonight to have some beer and watch some shows with my brother once we are both here.

My wife had to work a partial day today beginning in the latter afternoon, so I expect to be back home long before she returns.

My destination is the Fleetwood government liquor store, and I only hope that I can arrive there before it closes at 9 p.m. It is a trek I only performed earlier this week, but I was unable to time myself. I have only just recently finished a bath, so I must rally before I begin to peter out.