Rayah

It had been my intention to get out in the earliest evening yesterday and hike the 1¾ miles to the nearest London Drugs outlet; but as good luck would have it, I happened to overhear on the radio downstairs something to the effect that a business that sounded to me to be the pharmacy chain had been shut down for several days due to an online security hack, and its closure was being continued.

I was not positive that it was London Drugs that had been mentioned, so I came to my computer to research. And I have just now done so again: 'Billions of lines of data and code to review': Metro Vancouver London Drugs stores closed for 6th day.

Could they not just open for cash customers?

Anyway, that kiboshed my early evening walk. I was then left with taking it after mid-evening.

And so I did, quite feeling the drink I indulged in ere leaving as written about in yesterday's post.

The walk was intended to be my usual five-miles+, but it was somewhat amended due to an encounter roughly midway along 96th Avenue as I trekked from 148th Street intending to turn onto Green Timbers Way (Google Map).

As I walked, ahead of me in the gloom I saw what seemed to me to be an unusual shape on the grass near roadside ─ it was "unusual" because it was to me an unfamiliar visual that I did not recall ever noticing before.

Suspecting it was likely some indigent sitting on the grass, I proceeded to tuck away the Titan baton flashlight stun gun I had been toting, for I did not wish to appear threatening as I passed by.

That action on my part seemed to galvanize whomever was seated or hunched some distance ahead of me still, and the person rose up and swiftly proceeded along the meandering sidewalk in the same direction I was going. It was a woman.

And she was wearing a skirt displaying what appeared to me to be an attractive full set of calves. So I upped my pace a little because she was moving quickly.

Only very gradually did I being to gain ground on her. As she walked, she once seemed to remove an article of clothing and pack it into a small pack or something. Then a bit later, she stopped and seemed to be removing her panties, and also put those into the pack.

This was all most peculiar and admittedly titillating.

I had by this time gained much ground on her, wanting to catch up before Green Timbers Way. My plan was to speak forth to her that if she preferred, I would take the lead and she needn't be feeling so harried about me closing in on her, for I believed that her fast pace was a direct result of me.

I was close by this time.

At the sound of my voice, she practically dropped down into a crouch, declaring that I had caused her such a huge fright that she felt herself at risk of a cardiac event.

Apparently she never knew I was coming along behind her.

I proclaimed my sincerest regrets for having done this to her, and did my very best to be as calming and disarming as I could, even laughing a little in my apologies.

And so we began walking together, and I did my best to hit upon various topics to involve her in conversation. Betimes she did indeed have much to speak to me about.

I will not identify where she claimed to live, but 'home' would have been achieved in taking the turn along Green Timbers Way. However, she was deliberately out walking, she said, because the home scene was such that she was doing her best to delay returning.

I had meant to turn along Green Timbers Way, and almost did; but then I decided to progress along 96th Avenue with her, if she did not mind.

She was okay with that.

We had a similar near parting at Fraser Highway, but once again I threw in with her and we continued along 96th Avenue.

Then came 140th Street. This time, there was no talk of separation ─ we were both bound for King George Boulevard.

The stretch of sidewalk between Fraser Highway and 140th Street was largely unilluminated, and well removed from the avenue, so I produced my Titan to light the way for her. One might have expected her to have been uneasy about being in a forested and dark area where a predatory male might have assaulted her, but she seemed accepting of me.

I had learned from her without asking that her name was Rayah or something like that. I am certain that I encountered her once before along 96th Avenue, but nearer to 148th Street ─ and at that time, she had either exited from a car, or else had crossed the avenue in front of it from the treed median, more or less forcing the vehicle to come to a stop to allow her safe passage in front of it.

We had spoken briefly then, but were headed in opposite directions.

I even suspect that I saw her last week when I was conversing one evening on 140th Street and nearly at 100th Avenue with Charles "Stickman" when we unexpectedly came upon one another ─ a young woman had come up from behind us and proceeded to 100th Avenue, displaying a marvellous pair of calves as she passed by in her fairly short, knee-length skirt. 

A short time afterwards that evening I was to espy her better than a half mile along 100th Avenue, somehow a short ways behind me as we both headed towards 148th Street. I had stopped in the gloom just off the sidewalk for a pee, noticing as I was finishing up that she was not all that far back, and not understanding how she could possibly have appeared there.

I hastily continued my walk without looking back until I was near 148th Street, but there was no further sign of her.

Last night when Rayah and I parted at King George Boulevard ─ she to turn right and follow the King George ─ the familiar contours of her nicely muscled calves immediately brought to mind the woman who had passed by Charles and I.

Last evening I had learned that she is rather struggling on social assistance, and may have some disability. But she is clearly a thinker, so her disability is not anything mental, unless she has some sort of mental disorder unrelated to intelligence.

In parting, I was moved to give her $20. She resisted accepting it, but I said that I hoped we might be able to talk again, for I truly appreciated her companionship. The $20 was "in good faith" of that happening.

That was perfectly acceptable to her.

Rayah was fairly short, and instead of a jacket she seemed only to be wearing a very light-coloured sweater in which her upper arms looked to be surprisingly full ─ they filled out the sweater in remarkable fashion.

She might be older than she seemed ... but I know that I certainly am. She had an overbite, and rather strangely set eyes ─ I wondered if she might have visual impairment.

Darned if I do not want to know this Rayah, and to spend time with her if she finds my company at all welcome. But what if we do not meet again? I didn't want to be forward last night and seek to make any sort of exchange of phone numbers, if she had one.

I was to get home a while later to find not only my younger brother there watching T.V., but even my wife had shown up after being absent for two nights. She was in the bathroom at the time.

I soon enough joined my brother for some T.V., and at his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with the second episode ("The Lights") of The Kettering Incident.

Then it was Chicago Fire ─ episode 21 ("Last Chance") of season 10 ─ even though my brother had put in a request for "something short". We tend only to watch evening shows together three nights a week; so with at least 20 shows currently on the roster that I keep, we've got to try and watch at least two of these shows each of those evenings, or we'll never get anywhere allowing us to move on to other series.

I was not to exchange a word with my wife, for where I sit to watch T.V., my back is towards the stairs to the upper floor.

This morning when I was watching T.V., she did issue a good morning to me as she came down the stairs after she had risen, but that was the entirety of our exchange. She seems to prefer not communicating with me, so I am perfectly able to ignore her as well.

I have no idea why she is this way.

I did have an early afternoon nap, but she was to leave here at 3:18 p.m. to put in her partial day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She readied here upstairs (I keep this computer in my bedroom); and then she just left without a word.

This is why someone like Rayah holds so much attraction for me. I crave female closeness.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom this morning until just past 9 a.m., so by then I already had 'possession' of the T.V. When he joined me, we were to only watch one show via our Android TV Box, for it was 2¼ hours (2:15:34) in duration.

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My brother then sought some bed rest, and left for the day while I was into bed seeking a nap ... and imagining Rayah. I did not have my usual first meal of the day first due to my wife inhabiting the kitchen.

I was to only eat one meal today ─ very early in the evening while watching a 2017 Christmas movie: Marry Me at Christmas. I was also to drink two cans of Cariboo Malt after eating.

The movie was well done, but my vulnerability to Christmas sentiment is pretty much at a low ebb this far past Christmas. It didn't help that with maybe 25 minutes of the movie remaining, my eldest stepson came home ─ I had thought that he was away on a 12-hour graveyard shift.

So I dropped the movie volume a little.

Then about two or three minutes after he came into the house, someone else arrived home ─ my brother! At most it was 7:20 p.m., I would venture.

So I killed the feature and came upstairs here to my computer to finish watching it. My brother enquired of me if there mightn't be anything on T.V. I wanted to watch, but I would never waste such a movie trying to watch it in his unromantic presence. He would be incapable of remaining silent and utterly destroy what remained.

Besides, I am embarking upon my weekly Sabbath fast before dark and would not be drinking anything further even if I did not intend a wee a.m. five-mile+ walk tonight that will require me to get to bed fairly decently this evening. Ergo, this is not a T-V.-watching evening by any stretch of imagination.

I will anon have to explain this to him shortly, for I forgot my cellphone downstairs, and I will require its alarm to get me up to ready for that walk.

How awesome if I were to encounter Rayah out there on that walk! Towards that end, henceforth I am going to bring along some drink just in case such an encounter does occur.

As for the Christmas movie, I watched it at this UpMoview.net link.

I did not realize that the lead actress would be someone I was quite familiar with: Rachel Skarsten. Her name is still not 'known' to me, but I am impressed by her acting skill ─ and good looks ─ as murderous Alice in the Batwoman T.V. series. She also had a short recurring role in the T.V. series Imposters that my brother and I had watched.

I wish that there was some easy way of sending her my appreciation for her acting skill ─ she was magnificent in Marry Me at Christmas.

Incidentally, a main supporting actress was beautiful little Emily Tennant ─ her name is still not known to be, but her face is very memorable. She's certainly a 'keeper'!

Rachel apparently has about a half dozen years on Emily.

It is approaching 8:50 p.m. Provided my wife does come home tonight, I will have gotten to bed before she does. This likely suits her.