No Records

As self-appointed, I rose overnight at 1:30 a.m. to commence readying for my five-mile+ walk. Only my youngest stepson was still up, but he was oblivious with his headphones on and situated at his computer in the boys' den area, occasionally talking to someone.

Without a jacket, I might have weighed no more than 183 pounds once I was full dressed to go.

'Twas 1:59 a.m. once I was beyond the newly re-locked front door and on my way under a sky comprised of loads of grey clouds and lots of great patches of black night sky. The earlier rains only had the pavement looking damp, and not wet.

The consideration was there to postpone stopping at the elementary school playground about three blocks from here until I was returning, for I knew the equipment I use for pull-ups and chin-ups would be wet. But since it was no longer raining, I understood that I did not need to have my gloves get wet ─ I should be able to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry for use.

And so I doffed my jacket in the chilly damp air and actually managed to hit my highs yet again: 8-2-3-3-2-2. I felt it conceivable that I might have been able to struggle out a third pull-up in that second set, but my fear was that it would take too much out of me and the middle two sets of chin-ups would suffer for it.

The last two sets were pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings, and I managed to hold the very final pull-up at peak elevation for a possible 45-count.

Then it was over to the nearby cement ramp for a strenuous 14 full-range decline push-ups, and this 74-year-old managed to survive yet one more intense bout of body weight exercising without evidence of a cardiac event or stroke.

I recall nothing of particular note concerning my walk, and I was back home outside the locked front door by 4:01 a.m. ─ so two minutes over two hours, which is not at all worthy of criticism.

And my youngest stepson had retired.

After a time I was to become unduly involved in E-mailing back a chap I've never met, but who met and thus got to know my wife a year or so before I ever met her back in Thailand.

I hadn't heard from him in four years, but he just recently contacted me from wherever it is that he lives in the States ─ maybe Colorado or Virginia.

His current health is dreadful, from his description ─ he's been having a few surgeries, evidently cancer-inspired. He even had a gastrocnemius replacement in one leg ─ something I've never heard of being done to anyone.

Yet he seems to ignore information I have now sent him concerning 'turbo cancers', and has referred to me as being a COVID denier. In that vein, my E-mail this morning included an article written yesterday by a Canadian woman that was published today in Australia's Canberra Daily: It’s official: No records of the “COVID virus”.

Will he bother to read it with any particular care, or will he just dismiss the entire possibility that there may well be no actual virus and that everything related to its existence is a sham?

I am expecting that he will not bother reading the piece. When a mind is already made up, it will not be dissuaded, nor waste time with anything nor anyone attempting to do so.

This effort by me put my return to bed in the neighbourhood of 6:15 to 6:30 a.m., as I recall. And it was around 9 a.m. when I later checked the time and rose. My younger brother was just about to emerge from his bedroom and head on downstairs to boil water for coffee and watch his T.V. news programmes.

When I joined him, at his ready invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I noticed and tuned in a video that I did not realize was not too much short of an hour (52:33), and had been published yesterday at Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: Bills C-21 and C-36 - Dr. Steven Pelech.

Dr. Steven Pelech spoke about Bills C-21 and C-36 at the Townhall Discussion, Richmond, B.C., September 21, 2024.

Although it was interesting enough, the volume was poor because Dr. Pelech was standing at a podium, and the video and of course the recording microphone were somewhere in back of the seated audience. Short of midway through the video, my brother queried on its length; and seeing what remained of it, he demurred on remaining with it to the end.

So I cancelled out, and then gave a recent documentary a shot.

At 1⅓ hours (1:20:02), this specific source for it had been published on July 10 at Rumble's Check the facts channel: Suicide Killers.

The video description is too long for me to care to reproduce ─ particularly since we did not watch the documentary. The problem was that it involved brainwashed and thoughtless fanatical Muslim suicide bombers ─ or maybe just 'potential' bombers? I can't otherwise see how any successful ones could possibly be getting interviewed.

But we got as far as into the second short interview and gave up in exasperation because it was in Arabic or whatever language was being spoken. I could just make out the rather quick, smallish white English subtitles, but my brother's vision is too impaired. Since I had no intention of maybe having to read aloud the entire bloody documentary to him, we cancelled out.

Maybe there was English afterwards, but I was too doubtful.

Next I tuned in a 58-minute (58:40) video published September 20 at BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel: The Most Sadistic and Indiscriminate Terror Attack in World History.

My brother is very 'down' on Israel's ruthlessness, but even he can see that host Max Igan is far beyond being just an anti-Zionist ─ he seems more like a complete Jew-hater. And he doesn't help his cause by talking what we perceive to be nonsense, such as espousing the possibility that entire mountains are fossilized tree trunks, as well as putting full credence into Tartarianism.

I have no idea how anyone can watch each and every video Max puts out. At best, one every two or three weeks is more than sufficient.

When this one was done, I tuned in a movie I had previously downloaded, but my brother finally announced his departure for some bed rest around 11:30 a.m. with at least 40 - 50 minutes of it remaining, so I will report on it once we have completed watching it.

My wife was scheduled to begin working in the latter afternoon, so she didn't have to leave on her fairly long drive until a little past 3 p.m. However, I am fuzzy now on whether she was up from bed for the day before I sought my early afternoon nap or not.

Apparently my brother went forth during my nap on whatever business he had, and returned to leave his van here before heading off afoot to catch a bus to go drinking at Green Timbers Pub. I was up from my nap when he brought his van back.

When he headed out afoot, he took his umbrella. There had been some very light rain earlier, even though the early morning must have had sufficient sunshine that he closed the living room blinds nearest the T.V. to block off the sunlight's brilliance.

By the latter afternoon it was raining fairly steadily. I am wondering on what I should expect with my planned round trip hike to the Save-On-Foods in Fleetwood once it becomes dark enough this evening. If I have the distance roughly calculated correctly, the hike will be approximately 5.972 miles.

And I must say as I type these words around 7 p.m. ... it has been raining most steadily for quite a long while now!

Perhaps I will put this post to rest, and ready for that long walk. I intend to be sitting up late this evening watching a show or two with my brother once both of us are back home, and for me that's going to include two or three cans of brew.