A Kick

As planned, I rose at 4 a.m. overnight, finding my idiot youngest stepson still up. He didn't go to bed until at least 4:30 a.m., and maybe nearer 5 a.m.

My wife's bedroom door was closed, so I knew that she had come home at some point following her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

As is commonplace for me when I hope to be away on my early Sunday morning grocery shopping hikes before 6 a.m., it may have been 6:10 a.m. that I was outward bound.

Even so, I marvelled at how gorgeously near-dark it was out there ─ I absolutely love the anonymity of the dark!

I made the choice to stop in at the elementary school playground for three sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but my heart was not into the effort. I was attired for public presentation and did not wish to muss my appearance by removing my denim jacket, but it proved cumbersome enough ─ I was already amassing body heat ─ that after a mere two or three pull-ups in the initial set, I surrendered. As I said, I had no drive whatsoever.

Anyway, I had my usual five-mile+ walk and on the return shopped at the Save-On-Foods outlet approximately ¾ of a mile from here.

By the way, there was one rather curious incident early into my walk by something over a mile. Ahead of me along the Fraser Highway, a short distance past the Quibble Creek Greenway (Google Map) as I walked towards 140th Street, there were a man and woman just sort of loitering around the driveway in to an apartment or town home complex.

He seemed to be unstable on his feet, and was drawing a little ahead of her. She, meantime, just seemed to be standing still ─ a slim and rather tiny figure dressed in black with some white in her top or jacket, and just a little bit of her pale tummy on display ─ attractively so, I judged.

The man began to walk into the driveway as I approached, possibly saying some parting words to the immobile female figure apparently rooted to the spot. I wondered if maybe they were not actually together, and he had been merely trying to chat her up.

As I grew close, I saw that she had on a cap like a ball cap, with the peak at the front and ─ with her head directed so very down ─ her face was utterly obscured. I am unsure if even her throat was visible.

I thought that she might be looking at a cellphone screen or something, for she did seem to have at least one arm kind of crooked and the hand perhaps upturned.

As I passed her by ─ she had been 'facing' me all the while, but without moving ─ I chanced looking directly at her, but I still could see nothing of her face, although I do believe that she was blonde and very fair-skinned.

I would have said something to her if I was absolutely certain that the male character and she were not together.

Just beyond her the sidewalk elevates by a height of possibly four feet from the bike lane and the highway. As I was well along it, I looked back at the lass. She was still seemingly rooted to that spot of sidewalk, except that now she was facing my way and possibly looking directly towards me. I turned and continued, then made one final look back before the sidewalk dipped back to ground level and the girl would be lost to sight ─ she was still standing and facing directly my way.

I even then stopped and faced directly back at her, and that changed nothing ─ she still faced towards me despite the distance now between us.

The guy was nowhere to be seen. I didn't feel, though, that it would be proper to return to her ─ doing so might spook her. Perhaps it is unfortunate that she didn't start to come towards me, or wave to me and perhaps call out.

Had the lass wanted me to speak to her? And / or was she stoned? I wish that I knew ─ if only that creep hadn't been present when I was first approaching. If she had been standing there all by herself the entire time, I would have softly addressed her.

I haven't a clue on her age, never having seen her face. But she was dressed 'young'.

It was probably around 8:30 a.m. once I was back home, and no one was yet up. However, already I could hear my younger brother stirring about in his bedroom when I was dressing down in my own bedroom, and he then came forth and went downstairs.

I quite badly wanted to lie down, so I did that, leaving my bedroom door just slightly ajar so that I would better be able to hear the T.V. once my brother finished with the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

When at last I could hear the T.V., I was so dearly yearning further sleep that it took me some while to finally rally and get out of my bed and then go downstairs to join him.

Around 10 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could tune in something via our Android TV Box. We began watching one video that I will not bother identifying, for neither of us found it of any interest.

My next stab at something of interest was well over 1¼ hours long (1:19:03), and had been published yesterday at Rumble's Redacted News channel: MH370 Mystery Solved! The Shocking Evidence That Changes Everything We Were Told | Redacted News.

What really happened to Malaysian Airlines fight MH370?

10 years ago... Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 disappeared from radar on 8 March 2014, while flying from Kuala Lumpur International Airport in Malaysia to its intended destination in Beijing. But It never arrived and neither did the 227 passengers and 12 crew members whose family members have been in anguish ever since. What happened to their loved ones? Who's covering up the real story?

10 years have now passed and we finally might have some leads as to what caused this disappearance. Ashton Forbes has in many ways devoted his life to figuring out what happened here and we decided to invite Ashton on to talk about some of this new evidence.

My brother and I have seen a similar interview before of this Ashton Forbes, but I cannot recall who the interviewer was. Although this interview was extremely interesting, the ultimate speculated conclusions are a little extreme for me to subscribe to.

After the video was done, my brother sought some bed rest. I put together a meal ─ as it turned out, more than I cared to have to eat ─ and then I pursued a needed nap. My wife had risen and was freshening up in the bathroom.

When I later rose, it was nearly 2 p.m., and I felt most unpleasant. Truly, sometimes my naps leave me feeling far worse, albeit in an entirely different way than simply feeling weary.

My brother was gone.

There seemed a lot of fuss happening with my wife and her two sons. I had initially gone downstairs to sort of sprawl on the chesterfield, but then I saw the elder lad ─ who is just about to turn 30 ─ outside with another guy and some gal (my stepson's girlfriend?).

That sent me back upstairs.

Those three must all have left, and then my wife and her youngest (25 years old) seemed to engage in a flurry of activity and then all was quiet.

I suspected that they left together ─ perhaps she was having to work the latter part of today, and he wanted use of her car, so he would be taking possession after they got to the distant restaurant.

The day was sunny, but the sky quite hazed from the smoke of very distant wildfires. Even so, the weather is to take a cloudy turn for a few days, so I wanted to sun, and it was already approaching 3 p.m.

I came to my bedroom to dress down, and had just doffed my top in order to put on a tank top, when I heard my brother come back into the house.

He had been away in his van, and had now brought it home to leave here so that he could leave afoot and catch a bus to go and engage his daily socializing and drinking.

And so it was that I was not out into the backyard and beginning my sunning session until 3:10 p.m., managing to remain until 4:13 p.m. when shadows were heavily encroaching. Besides, with the strong haze, I question that there was much benefit after that from the reduction in the sun's intensity now that we are well into September.

Might this have been my final sunning day for the year?

It was to develop that my wife did not go to work. She and her youngest son returned around 4:30 p.m.

She informed me that she will be going to the Thai Buddhist temple in Burnaby ─ Wat Budhapanyanantarama (วัดพุทธปัญญานันทาราม) ─ early tomorrow, so perhaps she is taking that day off work as well. The occasion involves some sort of ceremonial blessing on behalf of the birthdays of her son as well as (it seems) her mother back in Thailand.

In seeking the temple name, I resorted to my wife's Facebook account, and now see that earlier when she disappeared in the afternoon with her youngest son, it was actually with both lads and the older birthday boy's girlfriend ─ they went somewhere for a celebratory meal. There are several photos of the elder lad seated between his mother and his girlfriend ─ everyone beaming with joy.

I was not invited because I make it known that I need advance notice of these events. For one thing, I had already eaten ─ and was uncomfortable from the quantity of that meal.

My evening is advancing, and I have a goodly walk planned that is intended to include some sort of shopping.

I had been in a state of decline such that I considered lying down and potentially napping. With just my wife home here with me, I opted to tune in something on T.V. and ended up drinking two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

Employing our Android TV Box, I tuned in Chesapeake Shores ─ episode eight ("I Get a Kick Out of You") of series final season six.

This series has truly gotten me deeply. I will hate to come to the end of the final episode.

The episode had just concluded and I was about to shut down the Android TV Box and the T.V, when my wife ─ who was busy in the kitchen chopping up whatever for some sort of supper she was devising ─ suddenly called to me to make haste to the backyard sundeck to espy a big raccoon.

I went forth, but could not see any evidence of such a creature, so she joined me and issued a little farther to where there is a view of the back side of the house leading to a high wooden fence between us and an immediate neighbours' home provides a barrier between the two households, and then she excitedly called me to join her.

And there we saw an adult raccoon looking back at us, and then easily scaling that fence to where it was hidden amongst the thick evergreen boughs of a series of hedge trees on the opposite side of the fence. But before it became obscured, a second smaller raccoon appeared from the hidden side of our house and joined what must have been a parent ─ the youngster also clearly looked back at us.

I know there is a family of at five raccoons in this area, so maybe we missed seeing others.

It is now 8:36 p.m., and dark. My wife does not yet know of my intended outing, so I shall soon have to let her be aware. I will be away for over two hours.

I definitely feel those two cans of beer (malt liquor). Yet I also feel in control ─ I have a hankering for further. Alas, that would jeopardize my outing, so I shall withhold. Besides, I intend to be sitting up later this evening once my brother and I are both home, and watch at least one of our shows while enjoying yet more beer.

I now conclude this post to ready for that excursion.

And now the eldest lad is home! I can ready and go with a clear conscience of not leaving my wife home alone.