I dutifully rose to my cellphone alarm at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for my planned five-mile+ walk. As I was doing so, my bedroom door remained closed.
Then around 1:50 a.m. I could hear conversation, but the voice I could primarily hear was my younger brother's. And then I realized that he was downstairs and had not yet gone to bed.
He was evidently talking to my eldest stepson. And then I heard my brother bidding him a goodnight and he then came upstairs to his bedroom.
Anon I opened my bedroom door when I was desirous of weighing myself fully clothed (sans jacket) in the bathroom, and I saw that my stepson was apparently at the dining table and undoubtedly watching videos on a laptop, for the light was on in that area.
This led me to wonder if possibly my brother had been passed out in the living room, and my stepson had inadvertently or even deliberately roused my brother, for until hearing my brother, I had never heard the T.V. playing ─ which is the sole reason that he would have been downstairs in the first place.
I never did get an answer to that mystery.
I also discovered that at some point my wife had come home from working that latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. Her bedroom door was closed, so she had retired for the night.
Anyway, I had my weigh-in ─ at very most fully clothed and wearing my boots I was 184 pounds, but more likely around 183 pounds. Our analog bathroom scale does not regularly give the same readout with consecutive attempts, and can vary by as much as two pounds.
By the time I had slipped away outside without my stepson likely noticing, it was 2:12 a.m. when I was set to go.
Upon exiting the very short angular alleyway beside our home ─ the alley has three right-angle turns, so it has four very short sections one must negotiate in order to achieve the main avenue from our cul-de-sac ─ I noticed a raccoon on the same sidewalk as I was on, and just a short distance along the avenue in the direction opposite to which I would be going. The raccoon watched as an oncoming car passed, and then it ─ and three others of varying sizes ─ all hot-footed across the avenue to disappear from view.
Much later during my walk along 96th Avenue through the Green Timbers Urban Forest, at one point as I followed the only gloomy and irregular sidewalk, I happened to look to my left at the edge of the forest and espied yet another raccoon between two tree trunks and crouched on its haunches with its body erect, its little 'arms' moving tentatively as I passed no more than six feet from it.
I feigned not noticing it and just kept going so as not to cause the creature discomfort. Of course I am now guessing on just where along 96th Avenue this may have been, so I will only suggest that this Google Map marker for the non-existent address of 14601 may have been reasonably in the vicinity.
But I am jumping far ahead in my narrative ─ I want to discuss my planned stop three or so blocks from home to have some exercise at an elementary school playground.
I was just approaching the playground when in the dark on its opposite side I was certain that at least one person was either seated on the ground or else possibly on a swing seat. There also seemed to be a vague bit of illumination as from a cellphone screen. However, that was shielded and no help in determining what was there, but judging by the extent of the mass of the dark shape, there may have been someone else there as well.
I was obviously not going to stop and exercise, so I continued on past the playground towards the rear school playing field with the thought of cutting across it, but then I almost immediately decided to just go around the back of the school to the side from which I had first approached the school ─ there is a smaller children's playground there.
Fortunately it was unpopulated by lurkers.
Possibly due to some adrenaline burst, I managed to match Saturday morning's increase in my maximum repetitions for the opening set of pull-ups, as well as the closing full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp.
So: 7-2-3-3-2-2 for repetitions in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. The first two sets were the pull-ups; the middle two sets the chin-ups.
The final two sets were between a pair of stationary rings. The rings can swivel, but they are fixed in place such that they cannot sway. I actually held the very final of those pull-ups for a 35-count before moving over to the ramp for a baker's dozen (i.e., 13) decline push-ups.
This is all rather mystifying to me. My early Saturday feat bested anything I had yet managed at this school; and I had been resigned that Summer would end and I would be relegated to having to exercise in jackets or coats and never manage to increase my totals until the arrival of next Summer allowed me to again exercise without the encumbrance and weight of heavier wear.
Yet now I have made this achieved increase on two consecutive visits to the school! How? I am setting myself a precedent that I will feel obligated to strive to keep matching, and at my age of 74 this is not a goal I am very comfortable about pushing myself towards.
Now, back to my walk.
Approximately 1½ miles into it, I happened upon a four- or five-foot long stick shaped for all the world like some large animal's narrow rib. It did thicken somewhat away from the ends, such that it tapered towards them; and it had a slight curve, much like a very long rib might.
So I decided to carry it with me and bring it home. We might find some purpose for it, even if my wife one day uses it just as a garden plant support.
However, I realized that toting something like this around at that time of night could make me look threatening to anyone I might come upon, or even to occupants of cars at intersections that had to stop at red lights.
So between having to hold back from intersections until there were no vehicles present, as well as the bit of time I lost at the elementary school in backtracking to and then away from the second playground, I expected that I would likely be making poor time on my walk overall.
I was right ─ it was 4:24 a.m. by the time I was back home. To exceed two hours by a dozen minutes is an extremely poor showing.
I then remained outside to water front yard garden plants, and even that took overlong. Normally I can do it in the span of two deliberate activations of the motion-sensitive front door / open carport light, but this watering session required three such activations of the light.
In fact, it was 5 a.m. by the time I was finally upstairs and into my bedroom where I keep this bedside computer. I was not to return to bed until possibly 6:15 a.m.
I rose anew ahead of 9 a.m., but that hour was to arrive before I had accomplished much at all. My brother was already watching T.V.
When I joined him, he had on an Olympics basketball game between France and Canada. We watched till halftime, and then my brother went upstairs for some while, and seemed to be readying to go out.
And so he was.
I did not enquire of his business, and he only offered that he would be back a little later. At that point the second half of the game had begun.
As soon as he left, I tuned out of the game and activated our Android TV Box to play a 1¼-hour video published yesterday at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: American People are LOST played like fools as IS rest of the World....ENOUGH!!!
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My wife emerged from her bedroom around 9:45 a.m. and directly showered ─ my brother had not yet gone. He did leave, though, before she finally hustled downstairs with a full workday ahead of her ─ the restaurant opens at 11 a.m., and she has a fairly long drive. It was at least 10:10 a.m. when she left, our goodbyes the only conversation we were to have.
A couple or so times as I watched Christopher James' rants, using analogies of entities like McDonald's, Tim Hortons, and Burger King as being corporations with no more lawful authority than does the corporation of Canada ─ he does this in almost every episode, and has for years ─ I actually found myself speaking aloud, "Shut up!"
I get so weary of hearing this nonsense over and over, as well as his claim of needing just 100 members of police forces and / or military to get him into and taking charge of a courtroom to begin bringing Common Law justice to the likes of the individual members of our corrupt governments, corrupt legal systems, corrupt medical systems, etc.
It is so damned tedious and tiresome. I keep thinking that maybe I am going to have to ditch his videos, but he does have some interesting video clips that he has found and plays, and he does have some legal and other involvements with people he is trying to help that can be interesting to hear about.
My brother was to return when there was maybe a half hour to go, so he watched that with me.
Christopher's video concluded with an interesting clip of a man with severe Parkinson's disease being almost immediately normalized with supposed unexplained "frequencies" of some sort ─ Christopher included an expanded five-minute clip of that incident as a separate video: WORLDWIDE SHOWN PARKINSONS INSTANT CURE.
As often happens when Christopher comes up with some 'weepy' video supposedly illustrating how wonderful the world could be, this Parkinson's incident is nothing I would care to have done to me ─ I said as much in a comment beneath the video. Here is the actual story from 2018: Marine’s Parkinson’s Symptoms Disappear The Second Doctors Introduce “Miracle” Device.
Incidentally, there was also a video clip of a red-bearded chap being confronted by a cop for speeding ─ I located the full original video. The incident took place in Nova Scotia and was uploaded by the guy concerned (Jason Pouliot) on June 6: Tyrant Constable Brown Truro police department in Nova Scotia. what an idiot!
My brother and I were to watch nearly an hour of the remaining 1½ hours of a video we had to break from yesterday; so, since I have still not seen all of it, I must delay reporting on it.
Once again it had become time for some bed rest for my brother.
The morning had been largely overcast, despite the clear night of my walk. I had already resolved that I would not be sunning because this is a bath day. Only rarely do I ever have time to bathe, sun, and blog.
I had a meal, and had still not pursued a nap when my brother emerged from his bedroom and left for the day to socialize. When I did nap, it was to include a rather freaky dream that I now cannot recall.
I had my bath well into the early evening, and feel far from desirous of any planned evening walk ─ I must have the walk if I wish to sit up this evening and have a couple of beers while watching a show or two with my brother once we are both back home.
If I do not have the evening walk, then I will be obligated to have another wee a.m. walk that will require me to be getting to bed in 1½ hours or so (it is 8:15 p.m. as I type these words).
I may either lie down for a bit upon publishing this post; or risk having a little to eat and watching a show while enjoying a cider or beer.
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I decided to watch Cybill ─ episode seven ("Halloween") of the final season four. Alicia Witt looked especially cute in this episode dressed up as a female Dracula.
I did eat a little; and I drank a can of Bumper Crop Black Cherry cider (7% alcohol). I want more, but I've got to get out of here ─ I'm not even dressed to go anywhere yet, and it's already 9:22 p.m.
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