All the Rage

Neighbours ─ renters ─ living in the second house across from us had a late party last night. They set up in their garage that is built right into the house, and with the garage door raised, the partyers congregate and the noise is thus blared forth to every home near by.

They regularly seem to do this.

What I do not understand is what they might be celebrating, for they seem to make organized noise, such as yelling in unison; and there is at least one woman who ─ when not screaming long and hard ─ will make that war cry that those older among us will remember was always a staple of old Westerns when the bands of Indians would be attacking.

Apparently a similar warbling cry is a feature of Bedouin women ─ I located this YouTube video discussing them.

So whatever goes on appears to be more than mere carousing.

I had thought that the hosts were Southeast Asian ─ possibly Philippine. But hereabouts Sikhs and Muslims predominate. Possibly there is a mix of attendees?

Whatever the case, I suffered through the noise last night for maybe an hour before my 1:30 a.m. alarm chimed to get me up to ready for my planned five-mile+ walk. I was not actually away on my walk until 2:25 or 2:26 a.m. or so, by which time the event had completely shut down. But one to two months ago, it carried on until 4 a.m.

My poor wife's bedroom here upstairs is exposed the most to that house, so she must surely have had to close her bedroom window to try and reduce the noise. With the hot Summer nights we experience in the house, it would have been very unpleasant for her ─ even her ceiling fan could not be a pure solution because there would be nowhere for the air to be circulating in from, nor out to.

She had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, leaving here on her fairly long drive around 10:10 a.m. at most, but she didn't rise until maybe 9:30 a.m. and had to shower and so forth before finally getting away.

And so we never talked, apart from when we exchanged goodbyes as she rushed for the front door to leave.

Anyway, as said, I had my walk last night, and fully clothed (sans jacket) may have weighed 181 pounds.

Despite the sleep issues, I never felt any worse than usual. However, I did consider bypassing the elementary school playground, but I only have these exercise opportunities three nights a week.

Dutifully I paid the spot a visit, finding the equipment perfectly dry under the clear night sky.

To my delight, I actually opened with a set of eight pull-ups. I have been pretty much resigned that the Summer would pass and I would not be able to advance beyond the seven pull-ups that are commonly my opening set's total, so this is quite an accomplishment for me.

I don't have access to a regulation chin-up bar, so I have no option but to use the thinner kids-oriented jungle gym monkey bars.

The other five sets were as usual ─ so 8-2-3-3-2-2. I always open with two sets of pull-ups, and then two sets of chin-ups. Then depending upon whether vandals have managed to wrap the chains of the gymnastics-style rings around the very high support bar and thus rendered them unusable, I might just have to finish the last two sets between a pair of monkey bars. Last night I had the rings available, so I finished with two sets of pull-ups of two repetitions apiece, and I held the final pull-up for a 30-count.

Then it was over to the nearby cement ramp where I managed a baker's dozen (i.e., 13) full-range decline push-ups. Normally a true dozen are all I can squeeze out. Therefore, managing an extra pull-up as well as an extra push-up on a night when I had even contemplated skipping the stop for exercise is most remarkable.

I wish that I had a true chin-up bar to work with.

I do not recall aught of note concerning the rest of the walk, and it was 4:30 a.m. once I was back home. I remained outside a while to water front yard garden plants.

Meantime, once of my stepsons rose. I assumed that it was the eldest who often has a 6 a.m. 12-hour shift at Tree Island Steel, but whomever it was never went anywhere. I remained secluded in my bedroom, and finally got to bed just ahead of 6 a.m. for some further sleep.

It was well past 9 a.m. (more like 9:15 a.m. or more) when I finally rose again, but I only did so very reluctantly. I expected that my younger brother was already up and probably reading through the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to..

When I went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee (I am undergoing a Sabbath fast), I was to see that my brother was not downstairs. Nevertheless, the newspaper had already been leafed through; and the living room window blinds nearest the T.V. had been pulled ─ something my brother does when he watches early morning T.V. on sunny days. The window faces west, but parked vehicles and white-painted homes reflect back sunlight that is bothersome.

So he had been up and read the newspaper, and maybe even watched some T.V., but had gone back to bed.

I decided to put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in on T.V. a 42-minute video published August 1 at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: WORLDWIDE PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE UNDERWAY.

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My wife of course left early into the video; and then anon my brother came back downstairs, but announced that he was headed out somewhere as well ─ I sought no elucidation.

I watched one further video ─ an hour long (1:00:42), it was published July 26 to Rumble's Deprogramming With Graces Dad channel: Did God Design Our Bodies to Heal?

Dr. Ben Rall was born and raised in the great state of South Dakota where he owned and operated one of the largest chiropractic and wellness clinics in the United States. For the last 20 years he has worked with businesses, churches and corporations of all sizes and created an unmatched corporate wellness program for today’s business model. He was the official chiropractor for Team USA Wrestling, Weightlifting and Judo at the 2012 London Olympics.

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Christopher James Pritchard is well-meaning, but he is adrift. His dream of a people's court being the solution is tripe. He also puts false credence into 'New Age' nonsense that is most decidedly NOT Christian; and he also thinks that man-made devices and 'elixirs' are going to heal us, and that for some reason God cannot be relied upon to handle doing that.

I am not a Christian, but I recognize that true Christianity is the only way.

In my case, though, I am toast. I have become completely isolated socially, and am friendless. I do not even have a companion with which to even do something as simple as take walks with.

I am almost pure negativity and corruption.

And I am a sitting duck, awaiting the destruction to come to us all. I will probably resort to ending myself, for I am becoming too old anymore to battle on in any physical sense.

Lovely sentiments, what?

After that second video I turned off the T.V., but my brother was just about to return home. Even so, it was 11:30 a.m., and I wanted a nap because I had afternoon sunning plans.

I think that my brother would have watched something had I chosen to tune it in, but when I did not, he was okay about just seeking some bed rest himself.

It was around 1:30 p.m. when I rose from my nap, and then heard my cellphone ringing downstairs where I had left it.

I hustled down to check, and saw that I had just missed a call from my brother's girlfriend Bev. She has no computer nor internet, so I am her means for submitting fortnightly reports to keep her claim for employment benefits continuing.

I phoned her right back; and it probably took me longer to locate the correct website for this filing of her report than it did to actually answer the report's questions ─ it's a very fast process.

My brother appeared while I was on the phone with her, so I realized that he had not yet left for the day as I had believed he had.

He had been cleaning out his van.

He did soon enough leave, though, and I was free to sun. Beginning no later than 2:10 p.m. at most, I assuredly got in my 1½ hours. Late into the session, I heard my eldest stepson take off on his Harley. His younger brother had left this morning before I had first gone downstairs, so I was now home alone.

And so work commenced upon this post.

I took a break around 6 p.m. for a naked weigh-in to see how my Sabbath fast has been treating me ─ at most, I weighed 173 pounds.

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I took another break and as the daylight declined, I watched some T.V. My choice was an episode of FBI ─ specifically, the premiere episode ("All the Rage") of season six. It was definitely darned interesting, but concluded most disappointingly because the main terrorist villain was not caught nor ─ as I wanted ─ executed on the spot.

The show concluded and it still was not dark, so I had watched it without a beer. When the episode was done, I next tuned in a couple of fairly lengthy YouTube videos via the SmartTube app in our Android TV Box ─ videos dealing with Udon Thani nightlife.

I also gathered up what I intended for my light supper with which to break my fast.

Once it was dark enough to ease my conscience, I finally ate. Then I brushed my teeth while watching T.V. And once that was done, I cracked open a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

The last video I had watched was nearly an hour long, so I kept anticipating that I would sight my brother arriving home. However, the video finally did end, and I was able to shut down everything and come upstairs here to my computer to finish this post.

And that was when I heard my brother enter the house ─ it was 10:27 p.m., I believe. Ever since my eldest stepson took off on his Harley, I had blessedly been home alone.

Incidentally, it appears that the partyers across the way may be gearing up to do it again!

As for me, my plan is to rise at 4 a.m., and to try and be away around 6 a.m. on some manner of a grocery shopping hike ─ probably a five-mile+ walk. It is presently 10:57 p.m., so I will not be sitting up too much longer, in all likelihood.

And now I hear my eldest stepson's bike roaring in.