Privilege

Following yesterday's post, I was not to make it to bed until after 11 p.m., so vile and weak am I. And as a consequence of being so late, I set my cellphone alarm for 2:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for my planned five-mile+ walk.

Even my wife had come home before I made it to bed. I merely feigned (behind my closed bedroom door) having retired for the night, seated here instead at my bedside computer.

I was to rise at 2:30 a.m. as planned. And once I was all fully dressed for my walk, I scaled in at 188 / 189 pounds. It was 3:12 a.m. by the time I was outside in the driveway and set to be on my way.

Note that I saw my youngest stepson bedded down on the short chesterfield in the boys' den area, so properly concerned is he of the asbestos threat from the water-damaged hole in the ceiling above his regular bed.

I heard him vacuuming last evening on and on and on. It is unfortunate that we do not have even a small travel trailer he could temporarily sleep in.

Anyway, as soon as I was outside under overcast sky, I could feel isolated spits of rain. Everything was still bone-dry, but concern quickly grew as I walked that by the time I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks away, the equipment might by then be too wet to bother trying to use.

So I hastened my pace.

Once at the playground, I found that although the tiny droplets of rain were beginning to pepper the equipment, I was able to tackle the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups barehanded.

By the time I had finished up with a dozen slow full-range decline push-ups and returned to the street, the pavement was by then largely damp, and there was that distinctive ─ not unpleasant ─ scent of newly wetted dusty pavement.

I am still suffering from the trauma ─ especially to my knees ─ of hiking home 20 pounds of canned beer Tuesday evening for what I realize now is a one-way hike of as much as 2.677 miles.

It is a mile for me to walk from home to King George Boulevard & Fraser Highway / 98th Avenue (Google Map). Then following Fraser Highway, my destination Green Timbers Liquor Store is basically at the intersection of Fraser Highway & 148th Street (Google Map) ─ that latter intersection is also where 92nd Avenue has a terminus.

So in reality, my hike along Fraser Highway was practically a diagonal of a roadway rectangle equating to ¾ x 1½ miles ─ ¾ of a mile between 92nd and 98th Avenues; 1½ miles from King George Boulevard (or 136th Street) to 148th Street.

Such a diagonal is 1.677 miles. Then add on the mile I have to walk from where I live to the start of Fraser Highway.

What presently hurts the most are my knee caps ─ I am feeling almost cripplingly painful when I descend stairs. Doing so sees me resembling Walter Brennan's trademarked walk. My kneecaps hurt even when I just rise from a seated position.

Keep in mind that I am 74 years old.

And so I was not inclined this early a.m. to do much hustling. The spitting rain did cease by the time I was maybe a mile from home. However, it similarly imposed itself when I was returning during that final mile or so.

It was 5:11 a.m. by the time I was back and approaching the locked front door.

I did not return to bed until ... well, I was still up when I heard a fairly loud peal of thunder at something like 6:14 a.m., and hard falling rain for a few minutes.

I suppose lighter rain fell thereafter, for it was quite wet outside after I rose shortly after 9 a.m.

Together with my brother for some morning T.V. via our Android TV Box, I played the only video we were to watch. Listed as being 1:24:34, it had been uploaded yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: The Righteous Are Coming Police Are Compromised Worldwide.

Thursday May 16th 2024 Live Stream Christopher James
Massive Death and Truth are Shown with the solution to Stop this Evil.
Worldwide the BAR remains the enemy blocking Justice
We must liquidate this parasite society and restore the common law
Police are waking they are slow as snails but waking
We will capture the moment with them and military and root out all these corrupt pricks worldwide
Under common law and with might we will restore the rule of law!

We'll see, Christopher.

Today is my weekly Sabbath fast, so quite apart from inadequate sleep, I am always found lacking in vigour of any sort. There is also brain fog. It does not help that I also abstain from coffee's caffeine. Doing so results in a lassitude characteristic of jet lag.

Today was also a bath day (I bathe every four days). I didn't seek my bath until it was past 7 p.m., for the late afternoon became very sunny, and it was not immediately apparent how late the day had become. I had napped ─ or at least been in bed ─ long this afternoon. I was to bed into the second half of the noon hour; and but for rising once to use the bathroom, I never rose until after 4 p.m. (I do not recall how much after).

My wife evidently had a full day of work scheduled for today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she left my brother and I ere quite 10:10 a.m. on her quite long drive.

Of course my brother left for the day while I was having the first half of my long nap time.

I do not know for certain, but my eldest stepson may have been scheduled for a 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. graveyard shift. I believe it was him whom I heard leave in the vicinity of 5 p.m.

Prior to my bath I was busy rounding up my supper to bring here to my bedroom in case my brother arrives home before I am able to eat following nightfall. I got caught out last Saturday, and ended up sitting up watching shows with him ─ and drinking three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

While rounding up my chow, I realized that I was home alone ─ I had thought that my youngest stepson might still be on the short couch in the lads' den area.

Sundays are my grocery shopping mornings that see me rise at 4 a.m. to slowly ease into leaving here by 6 a.m. on the goodly walk that will find me doing the shopping, so I do not want to be sitting up late. I did rise at 4 a.m. last Sunday, but 'it wasn't pretty', as the saying goes.

As my early evening dragged on in terms of me being able to eat, I helped pass time by watching FBI ─ episode 21 ("Privilege") of season five. It was definitely interesting, dramatic, and exciting!

And sure enough ─ it lasted into dark.

I fed here upstairs in my bedroom. Anon ─ maybe 10:15 or 10:20 p.m. ─ my wife was to come home following her day at work. As yet I had not sequestered myself into my bedroom, so we did at least exchange greetings after she came upstairs and was quickly shut up into the bathroom ─ I expect that she likely has another full day at work tomorrow.

Then around 10:35 p.m. someone else arrived home, so that was when I shut my bedroom door. I did right ─ it proved to be my brother. I'll not become entangled with him.

And so with 10:50 p.m. approaching, I may as well call it a day and soon get myself to bed. Maybe my time there will prove remarkably restorative. Whatever the case, 4 a.m. will tell that tale.