Stop Eating

For whatever reason, I rarely get to bed ─ when I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk ─ any time at nor soon after 9:30 p.m.

And so it was last evening. If I am remembering correctly, it had just passed 10 p.m., so I set my alarm for 2 a.m. because I sleep badly enough as it is and do not need to be diminishing my time in bed.

Upon rising and then beginning to ready following a needed urination ─ I had seen that my youngest stepson was probably still up from bed downstairs, so I pulled my bedroom door nearly closed when I had returned to my room ─ someone came upstairs to the bathroom and was soon showering.

My youngest stepson, for his mother had not come home following finishing work last evening at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

And then I heard her come into the house.

After she came upstairs to her bedroom, I was essentially set to go on my walk, so I slipped away unnoticed, not desiring any sort of delay.

It was 2:15 a.m. once I was outside under lightly overcast sky and set to be on my way.

I made my usual stop three or so blocks from here to exercise at an elementary school playground. The gymnastics-style rings were out of commission due to vandals having wrapped the chains of alternating rings around the very high support bar, so the final two sets of pull-ups on the rings were going to have to be performed on a couple of the jungle gym monkey bars instead.

I always tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the middle two sets being the chin-ups.

Last night's totals were as follows: 7-2-3-2-2-2. I had begun wondering if recent openings of seven pull-ups were a temporary fluke, for my last two or three sessions only resulted in six pull-ups; thus, hitting seven again was comforting.

And I held the final pull-up between a pair of bars for a 30-count ─ holding a pull-up between the bars is much easier than doing so between a pair of unsteady rings.

Naturally, I finished up with a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp before putting my jacket back on and getting on my way.

There was to be a two-part incident that wasted some of my time.

I had come along 97-B Avenue to Fraser Highway (Google Map) and was to turn right on that highway; but just as I was about to do that, a pair of guys coming along Fraser Highway from King George Boulevard had just reached that same intersection I was at.

This compelled me to apply some acceleration, for I had no desire to be overtaken nor having any association thrust upon me. I am not out there to meet people ... although an attractive woman would always be welcome!

Without looking back behind me as I walked, I could only judge that I was at least keeping distance, if not actually increasing it.

After following that curve of Fraser Highway that can be seen on the map, I decided to just cross to the opposite side of the highway at where you can see Quibble Creek Greenway. Well, I had no sooner made the crossing than I saw ahead of me some clearly wasted drunk or druggie barely staggering in my direction.

This clown was fairly long-haired and had his jacket tied around his waist like 'Jughead Jones', and was staggering so badly that he was stepping across the width of the sidewalk as often as he would move forward, sometimes standing still as if to gain balance, and meantime bent over at the shoulders with his head and longish hair hanging down.

So back across the highway I went to avoid this fool.

Once I had progressed past him, I returned to his side of the highway and continued.

But I looked back and spent a few minutes gauging what was happening, for the two guys who had been following me of course saw this staggering fool and actually crossed the highway over to him. As they did so, I noticed that the lead fellow had that furtive bent posture of a street person who probably does a lot of drugs himself.

Initially I wondered if a mugging was about to be played out. Even in probable socialization, the lone wasted character was still staggering all about on the sidewalk. It appeared that the other two guys might be more of less accompanying the guy ─ at least as far as the mouth of that Quibble Creek Greenway. At that point they were out of sight.

I wondered if the two guys had lulled or shepherded the staggering fool onto that unlit paved Greenway and were going to assault him?

It all had nothing to do with me, so I carried on with my walk.

Well, about an hour later I chose to come down that Greenway from 100th Avenue (Google Map) on the return leg of my walk, which is more or less almost a rectangular route. Was I going to find a body?

Some distance before reaching Fraser Highway I could see some debris down by the mouth of the Greenway, but I was too far to make out what it might be.

As I drew nearer, a larger mass did appear to be sufficient to be a human form.

Then as I was almost to that area, I saw movement of an arm ─ I was looking at someone lying upon his side, not quite in a fetal position. And over is the grass nearby was another human form lying.

I never noticed a third form, but it was still fairly dark and someone else could also be lying in the grass.

Or maybe the staggerer was more endurable and was actually neither of the two forms I saw ─ he may have shared whatever drugs he had with the two guys who had approached him, and they just couldn't handle it like he could.

I have no idea. As I said, maybe all three of them were thereabouts, but I just didn't see the third guy.

I just hoofed on past the fellow almost curled up on the Greenway and I carried on for home. It would soon enough be dawn and all manner of people would be walking by there on their way to SkyTrain (King George Station), which probably starts running just past 5 a.m.

It was 4:22 a.m. by the time I was back home, and I was to bed fairly close to 6 a.m.

Later in the morning around 9 a.m. I heard my younger brother unlocking and opening the front door to retrieve the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, so I knew he would be involved checking through it before he bothered with any T.V.

It took me a while luxuriating in the comfort of bed before I was able to get myself up and out of it. My Sabbath fast did not leave me much motivation, apart from the black unsweetened instant coffee I would be boiling water for (and the aspirin I would be washing down).

Once I heard my brother turn on the T.V. I finally came downstairs and joined him, boiling that coffee water.

He turned the T.V. over to me just ahead of 10 a.m. so that I could operate our Android TV Box ─ in doing so, he confessed to having slept badly overnight, and claimed to have heard me moving about the upstairs.

I opened up our viewing with Odessa Orlewicz's latest ─ a 28-minute (28:25) video published yesterday: Another Event 201? Nefarious International Bird Flu Summit Soon Rehearsing Civil Uprisings, Morgue Overflow, Human Vaccines, Mass Fatalities ,Quarantine, Communications Disruptions & Chicken Slaughter. Must Pay To Play With The Big Boys.

A healthcare worker is blowing the whistle that this looks nefarious. She thinks the CDC and WHO may be behind it. They are not showing who is behind this massive international event in Washington, DC involving international "stakeholders," health authorities, and tech companies. They are looking for the most "sensitive" screening tests possible. Rehearsals for mass vax of humans, travel requirements, mass fatality, pets, quarantining, morgue overflow, military help, carcass overflow & slaughter and more. Are they seriously going to do this again? Looks like it.

Then I tuned in a 47-minute (47:44) video uploaded August 16, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: My Kid Can't Stop Eating (Childhood Obesity Documentary) | Real Stories.

Everyone needs food to live, but there is a group of people who, without intervention, could literally eat themselves to death.

This last one had ended at nigh 11:30 a.m. and I planned to play one further video, but my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further rest.

I repaired to my bedroom's bedside computer to check up on anything before seeking a nap, but very soon thereafter I got comfortable at my computer my youngest stepson came upstairs and began rapping on his mother's bedroom door and calling through it to her.

It was a Thai conversation, and she sounded quite unhappy with the disruption. I took that as my cue to have my nap.

I bet I was abed nearer three hours than 2½ ─ fasting really takes it out of me! My wife seemed just about to shower, but no one else was home. I saw the lawnmower sitting on the back lawn, and both sheds open, so I wondered if maybe ... well, I didn't really know what to think. A few strips of the tall grass had been mowed ─ was it by my brother?

My wife was to have another latter-day working at the restaurant, so she finally left here before 3:15 p.m. But before she did, her youngest son texted me to put away the lawnmower because he likely would not be back home until around 9 p.m.

As I was doing so, I felt the beginning of some rain.

He reported that he had managed to pass a motorcycle skill test; and this evening he would be part of a group taking a practice tour (so good luck on the weather).

His mother told me that she had taken him for what she believed was a riding class; thus we both are wondering what his passing of a skill test signifies ─ does he now already have the equivalent of a learner's permit? She said that he had previously passed some sort of online course.

His older brother has possessed a Harley-Davidson since Spring 2020 when he surprised us all by riding it home from somewhere. Does this mean that the younger lad will now occasionally be taking it for rides (he does not own a car)?

Answers to come in due time.

When my wife left for work, I finished watching the extremely intriguing second introductory video of a beautiful Australian 'intersex' woman ─ I simply cannot refer to this exceptionally attractive person as being anything else but a woman, for until she was 16 and facing hernia surgery, even she and her parents did not realize that she was not an actual girl.

This second part of her introduction at 42 minutes (42:44) is almost twice as long as the first video, but I think she is amazing and I would love to see so much more of her: Born without a V4GINA FAQ's | Interesting & SeXY : Episode 2.

In fact, since it is approaching 8 p.m. and I already have my supper here in my bedroom in case my younger brother returns home early ─ I intend to rise at 4 a.m., so I have no intention of sitting up late with him drinking and watching our shows ─ I may just watch another of this girl's videos.

So for now, I am going to take a break. If I find myself with anything further to append to this post, I shall do so. Otherwise, I will just publish it later this evening.

I must mention today's fasting body weight just ahead of 6 p.m. ─ totally naked I was at most 178 pounds, or possibly as low as 177 pounds. To be honest, I had been afraid that I might hit at least as much as 180 pounds.