Medicating Normal

Was the heat the reason I did not feel much like getting up at 4 a.m. when my cellphone alarm chimed? I didn't recall not sleeping more poorly than usual, and I had been in bed for better than 4½ hours ─ I should have felt better slept.

I was to soon enough see that my wife had come home from work at the Thai restaurant. The house was in darkness, so no one else was up but me.

I think that I managed to be on my grocery shopping hike by maybe 6:10 a.m., and had on my sleeveless hoodie and sleeveless black denim jacket, but I had not made up my mind as to what my walk's shopping destination was going to be until I was pretty much set to leave.

My choice was Real Canadian Superstore, a round trip hike of 5.625 miles. And yes, it was already hot out there!

My route choice was to include leaving Fraser Highway to walk up 140th Street to 100th Avenue. As I was doing so, just before I reached Green Timbers Way (Google Map), I noticed some chap in light tan pants lying on his back near to the sidewalk. There is a well-kept strip of lawn, and an equally well-tended band of garden along its far side from the sidewalk ─ very low shrubs are spaced apart in that narrow strip of garden.

The hapless soul was mostly lying on the lawn, with his head between a couple of the widely-spaced small shrubs ─ it (the head) was tilted back such that his face was elevated upwards and receiving full morning sunshine.

Was he asleep? Semi-strung out and in a dozy daze? Dead or dying?

I have no idea. It was not as if he was in risk of freezing; and besides, he was a stone's long throw from the Jim Pattison Outpatient Care and Surgery Centre.

I cannot even estimate how many times in my life I got so drunk that I passed out somewhere instead of getting home. But I was never into dope. If this guy was cracked out on something like that ... well, he should have made a different choice.

After Green Timbers Way, I was maybe halfway to 100th Avenue when I coincided with a woman jogging strongly from that direction. I took to the street side of the sidewalk to afford her plenty of space.

I don't tend to find that rather attractive women care to be inviting of an address from an unfamiliar male stranger, so I had no intention of saying anything to her. There is a hill all the way from Fraser Highway to 100th Avenue and she was jogging down it; and although she did seem to have rather heavy legs, she was running remarkably strongly and not just in some sloppy, unfit fashion ─ even if she was running downhill.

Incidentally, she had on a halter top that displayed quite a bountiful, attractive load. However, I always direct my eyes such that I make it seem as if I was not paying much notice to the female person.

Anyway, just as she was passing me by, I did glance at her face and saw that she was looking askance directly at my eyes, and then she surprised me with a, "Good morning!" as she whipped on by.

I barely had time to respond in kind with proper amused enthusiasm.

So that was nice.

I did not buy too much at Real Canadian Superstore after arriving there maybe an hour after I had left home ─ I did not care to be toting much weight home.

When my turn with the cashier came, we had not spoken to one another ─ there had been two separate male shoppers ahead of me, and two more were after me. But my bill came to exactly $69, so I commented on how unusual that was to hit the exact dollar amount ... and then I reasoned that it surely must probably happen with one out of every hundred shoppers.

That got a bit of a laugh from her, but she admitted that it was definitely rarer than it might seem, and does not happen often in her experience.

In leaving the store via the main entrance, one must use quite a long cement ramp (unless the elevator is used). I happened to have a guy ahead of me pushing his shopping cart down the ramp, but I could see a young lass approaching it to come into the store who looked to me to have a fabulous pair of legs filling out her form-hugging denim jeans that had a fashionable slash above each knee.

The guy's bobbing movements kept blocking my good view of the gal, and it was not until she was good and close to us that I could see that she had very powerful looking thighs and that her entire pelvic area appeared to be so absolutely solid in her denims.

She was virtually striding up the cement ramp, incidentally.

Well, as she was getting very close, I glanced up from my appraisal of her 'denims' and discovered that she was looking directly into my eyes ─ and she had a huge, amused smile on her face!

This so caught me off guard that I almost failed to smile back for appreciation of this extremely uplifting experience that she granted unto me.

I reckon that she had sussed me out for my guarded gawking, but was nonetheless flattered.

Only afterwards did it of course occur to me that ─ along with my abashed smile ─ I should have also confessed with something along the lines of, "OK, I admit it! You caught me gawking!"

Truly, she was a most uplifting experience. I wish that I knew someone like her ─ life would be an incredible joy to be living with someone such as she featured as a fixture within it!

I never took notice of the time once I was finally home, but still no one else was up, so I wasted little time in getting myself back into bed for a rest. I am certain that it was not yet approaching 9 a.m.; yet not only did I manage a nap, but it must have been after 10:15 a.m. when I re-awoke and rose.

My younger brother was by then up and watching T.V., so I went downstairs and joined him.

He was fairly quick in inviting me to put our Android TV Box to work, so I tuned in a 1¼-hour (1:15:42) video uploaded March 29 to YouTube: FFF+ | Full Free Films Plus channel: MEDICATING NORMAL - LIVES TORN APART | Full DOCUMENTARY Movie HD.

Fans of Seaspiracy and The Meat Lobby cannot miss this mind blowing documentary movie. Millions of people worldwide are physically dependent on commonly prescribed psychiatric drugs. While these drugs can provide effective short-term relief, pharmaceutical companies have hidden - from both doctors and patients - their dangerous side effects, addictive nature and long-term harm. Expert testimony and undercover footage reveal a systemically corrupt industry.

The official source at YouTube is here, but it was not published there until April 19. At least go there to see a fuller description of the documentary. It proved to be far better than I was expecting.

Soon after it was done, my brother retired to his bedroom for some bed rest.

My wife had risen earlier than usual, so she was up for some while at that point. Nevertheless, I opted to seek another nap without having eaten anything. I successfully napped, and may had added another 1½ hours to my total bed time.

My brother was gone by then.

Despite how hot it feels in the house, I decided to sun, so at something like 2:03 p.m. I put in 1½ hours ─ a steady enough breeze kept things comfortably tolerable.

My wife was gone by the time I came back into the house ─ she would have had to work again in the latter afternoon. However, she and I never got around to any conversation apart from her good morning greeting to my brother and I when first she came downstairs.

I hope she at least had some satisfying conversation with her two sons.

My earlier nap seemed to serve me well following my Sun exposure. I worked considerably on blogging; and then early into the evening I took a break.

What I did was use an episode of The Guardian ─ season one's episode two ("Reunion") ─ with which to enjoy a can each of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol) and Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

The motivation has been to give me impetus for an evening walk with some reasonably light grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods ─ the round trip should somewhat exceed my morning walk, since I am going to the store at Fleetwood that sells hard cider.

I will undoubtedly be quaffing at least one can of the Bumper Crop during the return, for I shall be including a half dozen amongst my purchases. In fact, the cider and a cold can or two to drink on the trip home are why I am heading for the destination.

I find myself very much enjoying The Guardian. I vaguely remember occasionally watching a very few episodes back when the series was current, but I honestly remember nothing else about it.

If interested, I watched the episode here on my computer at this link at Supernova.to, and it played flawlessly.

It is now 8:20 p.m., so I am going to ready and be on that evening walk. I'll be sitting up late watching shows with my brother once we are both back home ─ I am presently home alone.