Since it was nearing 10 p.m. before I was able to get to bed last evening, I had my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. But I had no sooner climbed into bed when I heard rain pattering on the roof outside my open bedroom window.
After some sleep thereafter, I had only recently wakened and had just shifted position in search of further sleep when my alarm chimed.
Unfortunately, there was considerable activity going on ─ I suspect that my wife (home following working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time) and both of her sons were still up, so I remained behind my closed bedroom door.
When I was set to leave, my wife had turned off the hallway light outside my door and herself retired to her bedroom, but one of my stepsons was showering ─ probably the youngest ─ and the light was on in the dining area where the eldest often sits late into the a.m. watching videos on his laptop at the dining table.
Nevertheless, I believe I succeeded in sneaking off undetected. It was 2:32 a.m. by the time I was out there and set to continue with my walk.
There had been no rain for some while because most of the pavement had already dried out. Yet when I reached the elementary school playground three or so blocks from home for exercise, I had to spend time wiping dry the jungle gym monkey bar upon which I would be performing two sets each of pull-ups and chin-ups.
When I began them, I had removed my denim jacket, and thus managed repetitions of six and two pull-ups in the first two sets; and three and two chin-ups in the second two sets.
I then performed two further sets of pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings ─ two pull-ups in each set, with the final barely held for at least a 25-count.
Then it was over to a cement ramp for a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups.
It always feels good surviving and finishing that short workout. It also cuts the night air chill, for supposedly it was not even quite 11º Celsius (51.8º F.) ─ very cool for mid-June.
Initially I was making good time with my pace, but in the late stage of my walk I had to use considerable prudence because that threat of lameness was evident.
Then at that seeming cursed final stretch of nearly a mile from home, it began setting in, affecting my lower left leg and foot.
I now have a better sense of why the final ¾ of a mile seems so problematic. I was to realize that nearly all of the sidewalks in that stretch have a slight left down-slope. I have realized for the past several years that my left foot cannot handle such slopes ─ walking across the left down-slope of homes' driveways seems to be debilitating for me.
And now I understand that just about all of the sidewalks as I near home along that final ¾ of a mile are vaguely left down-sloped ─ no wonder I am brought up lame. So if I am correct about this, then there is nothing that I know of to do to counteract it.
I do not recall exactly when I was back home, but it was some minutes over two hours ─ that is a slow pace. A light rain had begun some time earlier.
I doubt that it was much over 6 a.m. by the time I was back in bed.
I slept unusually well, for when out of curiosity I later checked the time, it was almost 10 a.m. Thus, I hustled up and dressed, for of course there are always morning videos to be watched with my younger brother via our Android TV Box.
It was well past 10 a.m. when he relinquished the T.V. to me, and I led us off with a very interesting 57-minute (57:38) video uploaded September 5, 2023, to YouTube's Living Waters channel: The One Question to End Abortion—WHAT IS IT? | Full Movie.
You were you from the moment of fertilization—a unique human being who will never be repeated in all of human history. Abortion is one of the most hotly debated and complex topics in the world. Hitting the streets with common-sense reasoning, Mark Spence, Ray Comfort, and Emeal (“E.Z.”) Zwayne use science, philosophy, and theology to change people’s minds on abortion. This complex issue can be decided by answering one simple question: “What is it?”
The final part of the video became strongly religious, so not everyone will appreciate that portion.
Next was a rather delightful 14-minute video published yesterday at Rumble's Redacted News channel: These NARCISSISTIC Influencers Need to be STOPPED | Redacted w Natali and Clayton Morris.
This is a hot new trend for narcissists. Young girls film themselves being ogled by men and then ask for your sympathy on TikTok. It is especially bad at the gym but it went wrong for one girl when the Internet called her out for NOT being a victim and potentially victimizing an innocent elderly man.
My next choice was not appreciated ─ a 10-minute (10:10) video uploaded December 9, 2015, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Yoga Documentary - Introduction to Yoga: What is Yoga?
This short video attempts to briefly define a rather sophisticated subject. With Sean Morgan, author of the Mastery of Change, giving us his viewpoint and insights, the film also includes a visit to the Upoltha Yoga Retreat. An insightful introduction, and a wonderful philosophical place for beginners to start.
Please refer to the video link for a much longer description.
Our final video was 36½ minutes, and had been published on March 16, 2023, to Rumble's The Why Files channel: Your Darkest Secrets Revealed in your Reverse Speech | CIA is Listening.
CIA Declassified: What Backwards Secrets are you hiding in your Reverse Speech?
In 1983, David Oates dropped his walkman into the toilet.
If you're under 40 years old, a walkman was a portable cassette player.
If you're under 30, a cassette was how we listened to music in the stone age.
Anyway, after being dropped, David's tape player would only play tapes in reverse.
At first, he found this entertaining. There were lots of songs that contained hidden messages that you could only hear if you played them backward.
But *those* messages were placed there intentionally.
Soon, David discovered messages hidden in human speech that were NOT intentional. Messages that were put there by the speaker's subconscious.
Turns out, we all do this. In fact, when we lie, our subconscious actually encodes the *truth*, backward, inside the lies that we tell.
This is *really* interesting. Because that means, the truth about every conspiracy is right in front of your nose.
If you know how to find it.
As far as I am concerned, this topic is garbage. What a waste of research energies!
It was time after this one for some bed rest for my brother. But before he headed on upstairs, I made enquiry concerning his visit yesterday with his 30-year-old daughter, and he was pleased enough with it ─ she even bought him lunch.
Anyway, my wife had just recently risen and was busy in the kitchen. Since I was undergoing my Sabbath fast, I returned to my bedroom for a needed nap. As far as I remember, it was still into the latter noon hour, but I was to crash until around 2:30 p.m.
This is also unusual ─ especially on top of how well I had slept earlier. But this tends to be the case when I fast ─ my energy is minimal. I have even been indulging in black (and unsweetened) instant coffee, so I cannot attribute any of the lassitude to caffeine withdrawal.
My brother was gone when I rose, of course. And since my wife had been scheduled to work the latter part of the day, she was to leave shortly after 3 p.m. I rather hope there will remain some of the pasta dish she cooked by the time I am cleared to begin eating later this evening.
Now, the weather ─ cool, gloomy, and quite wet. There have been recurring rain showers throughout the day, never allowing for any drying. But come the early evening, I noticed that sunshine seemed to be prevailing. Is a drying trend about to set in? If so, I have not heard such.
Not too terribly long after 6 p.m. ─ since today was a bath day ─ after stripping naked before climbing into the tub, I weighed myself, expecting to be down around 176 pounds.
I was not exactly pleased to see myself at 179 pounds. That is my heaviest late Sabbath fast naked weigh-in that I have had in possibly several months.
I had thought these past few days that the veritable pouch of flab pillowing my belly seemed to comprise more bountiful handfuls than I recalled as being normal for me. How there can be such an abundance when my weight is down into the 170s perplexes me ─ it seems to me that for most of my adult life I have weighed in the lower 180s and had less accumulation there.
Following the posing of the small conundrum above, I took a break to kill time by watching some T.V. as I awaited darkness and my release to finally eat.
My viewing choice was to exceed 1½ hours. However, I never quite finished the entertainment because my brother arrived home first, so I had to shut things down and gather up my half-eaten supper and skedaddle here to my bedroom, for I have all intention of rising at 4 a.m. and thus no desire to be sitting up with my brother.
I actually began my supper before it was as dark as I liked because at that point it was at least 9:50 p.m. and still the damned Western sky was somewhat aglow. I would have had no trouble holding out until 10:30 p.m. if need be, but I was courting the risk of my brother showing up before I had eaten.
Obviously that happened anyway; but full darkness was taking so damnably long that I would be eating far too late into the p.m., and I wanted to be done so that I could get some ample bed time before having to rise at 4 a.m.
This is what I hate most about this time of year ─ how long the daytime lasts. It begins too early, and ends far too late.
I will not report on what I had been watching on T.V. until I finish the final 15 or more minutes ─ maybe on Monday, if not tomorrow.
And now (10:58 p.m.) I hear my wife entering the house.
I feel myself perforce obliged to remain shut up here in my bedroom, detached from my brother and my wife, to best ensure that neither of them place impediments before me and my bedtime.
Perhaps I will blog no further ─ I am but rambling anyway. It is now 11:16 p.m.
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