It was getting close to 10 p.m. before I got to bed last evening, my cellphone alarm still set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for my planned five-mile+ walk. Even so, I still failed to sleep throughout, once rising to use the bathroom.
When my alarm did chime, I sat up and cancelled it. But I was impossibly weary and disinclined to rise ─ there seemed no sense for why I felt this poorly. Even the very cool air of my bedroom seemed unbearable.
I covered back up in bed, and lay there maybe a couple minutes, pondering my dilemma. I am nigh fanatical about my walks, so it was no easy matter just abandoning it.
I could not.
And so I rose; but I was not going to be able to just ready and go. I would need to take my time and slowly adjust to being up and the impending outing.
My youngest stepson was still up, undoubtedly at his computer in the boys' den area downstairs, headphones on and largely oblivious to much else.
An hour passed, and I felt by then that I could handle the outing, so I began readying for it. Fully dressed without my jacket I weighed around 183 pounds; with the jacket on, about 186 pounds.
While I was in the bathroom weighing myself, I heard my wife finally come home after her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. It was at least 2:45 a.m. ─ I expect that it was actually somewhat more.
She had conversation with her son, and then seemed to get busy in the kitchen, even though she had turned on the upstairs light just outside my bedroom door. Her bedroom is next to mine, and nearest the bathroom.
I gathered up my kit ─ my gym-style carrying bag primarily containing my Titan baton flashlight stun gun ─ and set a cap neatly upon my shaven head. The cap's peak is to add some projection when I pull up my hood, rather than have the hood drape right down along my forehead. I wear a hood most of the walk now as a measure to keep from being recognized by homeless Charles "Stickman" McCarthy should our paths bring us within each other's vicinity ─ he exhausts far too much of my time, so I now do my best to avoid him.
All set, I then quietly went down the stairs. My wife's back was to me as she busied herself at the kitchen sink, so I simply carried on to the locked front door, almost silently opened it, and then locked it after me once I was outside.
It was 2:56 a.m. then as I set off in the chilliest night air that I have experienced since the Spring months.
By the time I was approaching the elementary school about three blocks away where I usually stop for some exercise, I still felt too chilly to care to doff my jacket for any exercise, nor did I yet feel the familiarity I develop with the dark night that makes me comfortable about venturing to the dark playground.
And thus I passed right on by the school, knowing that I would have that familiar night comfort by the time I was returning home ─ the sole flaw with that eventuality is that I stiffen up and it tells when I seek to perform the first set of pull-ups.
I felt myself to be making pretty good time on the walk, and only recall one incident of note. It occurred when I was walking the sole sidewalk along 96th Avenue between where I access it at Green Timbers Way (Google Map) and my 148th Street destination where I make a left turn, following it over to 100th Avenue, and then back down along that side of Green Timbers Urban Forest Park.
The incident involved my notice being attracted to a tiny blinking blue light in the short grass near the avenue. I almost chose to keep walking, but then my curiosity kicked in.
The blinking blue light was coming from one end of a tube-shaped device, maybe four inches in length. I illuminated it with my flashlight to see if it was identified, for I had no idea what it was. But even reading the printing on the item was no help.
I had risked picking it up, leery that it might be some sort of explosive device. And then the blue light that had been blinking every second or so at most just quit, so I lay it back down on the avenue's cement curb, with the light end of the device facing toward the sidewalk on the chance that the light would start up again and someone who might know what it is would find it.
I meant to try and remember all of the printing, but never thought of it again until I have been writing of it here. I forgot most of what I had read, but I did remember enough to now understand that it was an Allo disposable vaping tube in the "500" class. It seems to me that it was blue or green, and said something about being "ice" or "icy".
It seems to me that last Winter I had found something similar blinking in a bit of a snow cover that we had at the time. I was too leery to pick it up, and just prodded it with something ─ maybe only my boot, or possibly something I was carrying on me. That caused the light to turn off, and I thereafter felt bad for having disturbed whatever it was because it was truly a remarkable sight just laying there is some snow in the dark blinking this almost startling blue light ─ that time, it was along 148th Street.
Now, back at that elementary school and the playground ─ all of my nighttime unease had long since left me. I was also quite warm from my fast walking, so I was not reluctant to remove my jacket.
The equipment was dripping wet with condensation, but I had a bandana and was able to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry to allow my bare hands an acceptable grip for the two sets each of pull-ups and chin-ups that I have as part of my routine there.
Alas, I failed to achieve my current opening maximum of eight pull-ups in the first set, stalling at just six. However, the second set comprised three pull-ups, whereas two are my norm. Clearly, it was overall stiffness that cut short my opening set, and I thereafter had the limberness and reserves to allow doing a better than normal second set.
The chin-ups were the usual three repetitions in each set.
And all sets have a 30-count break between them.
Then over to the gymnastics-style rings for the usual two sets of two repetitions of pull-ups between a pair of the rings, but I held the final pull-up at peak elevation for a possible 50-count.
After that, the 14 full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp were a strainful slow go, and I was cursing aloud in completing the last of them.
But boy it was good to be done! This 74-year-old had survived yet another of these gruelling challenges!
It was 4:57 a.m. by the time I was back outside the locked front door ─ I did very well, for I was only a minute over two hours.
Both of my stepsons were then up, for the eldest was readying for his 6 a.m. 12-hour shift at Tree Island Steel, quite a drive away.
I am reasonably sure that it was after 6:30 a.m. before I returned to bed; and although I had a very broken sleep, I did not check the time until 10:13 a.m.
I hastened up and dressed, but as I feared, my wife had just left on her quite long drive to the restaurant, another full workday in store. We had failed to exchange a word in the time she had been home since her full workday yesterday.
My younger brother was of course watching T.V., so I joined him, and at 10:30 a.m. got his okay to tune in something with our Android TV Box.
First up was a 19-minute (19:46) video published yesterday at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Biased for Bonnie! CKNW questions Rustad's decision to fire her.
CKNW Radio Host Jas Johal shows obvious, plain bias for Bonnie Henry while questioning Rustad's decision to fire her after her disastrous handling of Covid in BC.
Next I tuned in the second half or so of a video we had to suspend watching yesterday. It was 46 minutes (46:55) and had been published July 10, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel: The Emperor of the Steppes.
A 2002 Discovery Channel History Documentary hosted by Adrienne Ciuffo.
Hordes of men on horseback dominated the steppes of central Asia 2,000 years ago. They were the Hsiung-nu and their vast empire reigned from 300 BC to 200 AD. From conquests to defeats, their history is written in blood and fire. Fearsome archers on horseback, the Hsiung-nu crossed the steppes of Mongolia. Opposing the Hsiung-nu warriors was an equally fearsome army, comprised of Chinese warriors who considered the Hsiung-nu to be barbarians.
The first emperor of China had life-sized reproductions of his men placed in his tomb, each with unique facial features. Comprised of foot soldiers, archers, crossbowmen and cavalry riders, this phantom army mounted an eternal guard over its emperor Qin Shi-huang, the Hsiung-nu's worst enemy. Writing was not known by the Hsiung-nu - archaeological remains are the only trace of their history. Now, "Emperor Of The Steppes" takes viewers on an a breathtaking Archaeological expedition to recover traces of Hsiung-nu history at the Gol Mod site in Mongolia. Believed to be the world's largest archaeological undertaking, this expedition may reveal previously unknown insights into Mongolian history dating back to the 2nd century BC. Viewers will gain a close-up view as daylight reaches the tombs for the first time in 2000 years and the Necropolis reveals its ancient riches.
And then it was a 29-minute (29:54) video published March 23, 2023, at Rumble's The Why Files channel: The Gateway Process: the CIA's Classified Space & Time Travel System That You Can Learn (Really).
The United States military is always looking for new ways to create super soldiers.
They use performance-enhancing and mind-altering drugs. They're currently experimenting with brain implant technology. They've even explored genetic engineering to try and *breed* the perfect soldier.
But those are nothing compared to what happened in 1983; when Lieutenant Colonel Wayne McDonnell submitted a very unusual and detailed report to US Army Intelligence.
It was called "Analysis and Assessment of Gateway Process". This is a step-by-step guide on how to achieve an out-of-body experience for the purpose of intelligence gathering.
But Colonel McDonnell's report went much further than that. An advanced Gateway participant can not just project their consciousness to a different place; They could pull their consciousness completely out of this reality. They could travel anywhere in the universe, and at any point in time.
The report revealed that our universe doesn't actually exist. It's a construct, created by our mind. By using the Gateway Process, you can exit the construct and see reality for what it really is.
The 30-page Gateway report was immediately classified for one simple reason: anyone can learn to do it.
Even you.
The entire thing was utter nonsense to me, but my brother claimed to have gotten something of sense out of it.
I think that was all we watched.
I have not felt up to snuff all day ─ well, last night, too. A vague sense of headache of the eyestrain variety, mostly. But I am in a brain fog as well. I never sleep adequately enough to accomplish all I want to do in a day, and poor vision demands the restorative function of napping.
Of course, today is my Sabbath fast, so that contributes to the brain fog. I have felt unusually hungry, as well.
The day has been overcast, but I am going nowhere out there. I'm basically living today just to make it to nightfall and my clearance to break my fast.
It was difficult quitting my early afternoon nap when there was nothing to be getting up for except hunger and this brain fog verging upon a headache. Black instant coffee and even an aspirin seem to have served me little, but maybe I would feel worse otherwise.
I rose from my nap around 2:45 p.m., just in time to hear my brother leaving to catch a bus and begin his daily drinking. He would probably go to his girlfriend Bev's home, and then they would visit the Whalley Legion.
Or so I am supposing.
At afternoon's end, I noticed some bright sunshine outside.
Just past 6:30 p.m. I made an attempt to phone my late old friend William's ladyfriend Sandy, but as happened when last I made the attempt two Mondays ago, her line was busy. I have too much to do to keep bothering; besides, I was having to use the telephone in my brother's bedroom, so I dared not risk him coming home and finding me violating his sanctum.
Anyway, eating time did arrive, although I had to make do with what are probably restaurant leftovers ─ my wife's notion differs quite dramatically from what I enjoy eating; and her two sons are way too snippy or thoughtless to not waste food, so the obligation to clean things up falls upon me.
I was left too full of soup liquid to care for anything like beer, so I didn't seek to watch any T.V. shows.
I have very early morning plans for a grocery hiking expedition, and intend to rise at 4 a.m. to adjust to departing here around 6 a.m. ─ rising at 4 a.m. will allow me lots of time to enjoy a big mug of hot instant coffee with all the works!
I'm going to wrap things up where today's post is concerned. It's 9:54 p.m. right now, so maybe I will endeavour to try and sit up until 11 p.m. here at my bedside computer before putting myself to bed.
What a life!
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