Stupidly, instead of getting to bed soon after 9:30 p.m. last evening, I opened up a game of Microsoft FreeCell, and hit a tough one that took me until a minute or two past 10 p.m. to crack. Nevertheless, I kept my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for my five-mile+ walk.
When that time arrived, I was to notice that my wife had phoned me around 11:30 p.m., and I had heard nothing. Since my younger brother had also twice phoned me yesterday at least a couple of hours apart, this led me to suspect that something was amiss. And sure enough, I could see the thin sliver of orange alongside the iPhone's "Ring/Silent switch".
Somehow it had been triggered to turn off. I had dropped my cellphone in the kitchen at one point while making myself an instant coffee, so perhaps that switching occurred then. But at least the mystery was solved ─ I knew that there was no likely way I could have missed hearing three separate phone calls.
My wife was home and in bed, so she had likely forgotten her house key and had phoned to request that the front door not be locked. She needn't have been too concerned ─ her youngest son was still up, and as has been happening too peculiarly regularly for what is now coming to be the third week, he often does not got to bed until after daylight.
I am wondering if he is unemployed.
Anyway, when I was set to leave on my walk, my fully clothed (but jacketless) weight was possibly as much as 185 pounds, which was a little disappointing to see ─ I had hardly eaten any solids yesterday: the contents of a 108-gramme tin of sardines, some extra old cheddar cheese, a raw carrot, a fairly small raw turmeric rhizome, a peach, a peeled orange, and an apple. I cannot recall aught else except some nutritional pills and capsules.
It was 2:16 a.m. by the time I was heading down our driveway under a grey sky and in night air that was very mild ─ almost warm ─ and relatively dry. I correctly expected to find that the equipment at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away was going to be dry ─ maybe for the final time this year.
Once I was at the school, I doffed my jacket and hit all of my maximums with considerable heaving and leg fluttering and even a little kicking: 8-3-3-3-2-2.
With three layers of tops on ─ a tee-shirt; a heavy, long-sleeved cotton pullover; and a light sleeveless hoodie ─ I started feeling unpleasantly constrained of my accumulating body heat.
Nevertheless, I hit those totals, and even held the final pull-up on a set of gymnastics-style rings for a 40-count.
And then on the nearby cement ramp, I eked out 14 full-range decline push-ups, uttering a phrase of profanity once done and easing to my knees.
But I always feel so very good about myself after performing so well, and surviving yet another intense session in the final few days of the full year that has followed my 74th birthday last October.
In other words, it's looking more and more as if I will be achieving that milestone 75th birthday.
There was not much about my walk warranting the time it takes to mention it. I always see rabbits, and once I saw a raccoon cross well ahead of me along a highway. Also, for the past week or more, I have heard an occasional solitary frog. They have been voiceless since their mass mating season several months ago prior to the heat of Summer, so it's a little weird ─ but pleasant ─ again hearing one.
Just past what I reckon as the halfway point of my walk, I felt a fine droplet of what I suspected was rain strike my right hand.
Then there was an occasional follow-up of such strikes upon my person, barely felt. Anon, though, I began to see the pavement begin to sparkle in spots from these sparse specks of moisture that likely evaporated soon after landing.
However, conditions grew damper.
A mile later and the rain was a normal light shower. But a block or two after that, and it began pouring rain. After ¾ of a mile of that, my shoulders were wet through my denim jacket, and the front of my pants wet all the way down as surely as if I had been getting steadily sprayed with a garden hose.
Thankfully after that, the intensity reduced. And by the time I was maybe a couple of blocks from home, the rain was again so insignificant that it might as well have stopped.
I knew I had been making excellent time, largely due to the rush this unexpected bad weather inspired, but it was still very surprising to discover that it was 4:10 a.m. once I was back outside the locked front door of the house. The outing had taken me six minutes under two hours.
My youngest stepson was at this point shut up in the bathroom, and eventually showered. I shut myself up in my bedroom in order to dress down in privacy, removing also my wet pants.
I think that I remained up until almost 6 a.m., and the sounds of serious rain came and went ─ just as it did over the ensuing day. Most of the time it has appeared to have stopped, but the resurgence is never far off.
I certainly timed my walk well in terms of that exercise at the school! What if I had not been able to exercise then due to some skulker's presence in the vicinity, and I had instead opted to have the workout on my return?
My morning did not begin until after 9 a.m. when I realized that I was hearing my younger brother stirring in his bedroom and then I heard him leave that room and head on downstairs.
I could have had possession of the T.V. had I risen around 8:30 a.m. as I often do.
After I did join him, it was probably at least 9:20 a.m. before he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work.
I led us off with four recent fairly short videos at Dr. William Makis's Substack:
- VIDEO - CHD (Daughter developed Type I Diabetes after Vaccine) Aug.2024 (39:16) Published October 3
- VIDEO - Dr.Jackie Stone, family medicine doctor in Zimbabwe, took her own life on Oct.3, 2024. She was persecuted for developing a successful protocol for treating COVID-19. (5:53) Published October 5
- Canadian doctor Dr.Ellen Wiebe (family doctor in Vancouver, British Columbia) loves killing patients (a look at Canada's MAID doctors) (5:50) Published October 6
- ICS6 JAPAN - Presentation in Tokyo on Sep.26, 2024 at the International Crisis Summit 6 - Public Conference (12:34) Published October 8
It seems to me that Dr. Makis has been forgetful or just plain sloppy in posting the last video, for my understanding is that the International Crisis Summit is a U.N. event, and the U.N. most definitely would never be working with enlightened 'freedom fighters' for anything at all, let alone to halt replicon self-amplifying mRNA vaccines.
He surely meant the International COVID Summit 6 (ICS6).
The next video I tuned in was long, and one I had previously downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive. But it seems that my brother had a haircut scheduled for the early afternoon, so we had to knock off the video with maybe another 40 minutes to go. I will report on it once we've watched it all.
I was certain that this was a bath day for me, so I wanted to tackle it after I had my day's first meal and just before my early afternoon map. But I was just too darned short on sleep. I did remain up, however, until after my brother left on his drive to keep his haircut appointment.
I never heard him return to leave his van and then head away on foot for a bus so that he could begin drinking somewhere. Incidentally, I hope his girlfriend Bev was able to line up some concrete help via the Sources phone number he had me locate yesterday that he passed along to her. She has no income source, and is too unhealthy to likely be able to work for a living any longer.
By the way, my wife had a full workday today scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. for her shower, and was away on her fairly long drive by maybe 10:10 a.m.
I was to realize that today is not a bath day for me ─ it is tomorrow. So that has freed up about an hour of my afternoon.
The rain seemed to have died off in the late afternoon, and has held off into the early evening. Since I plan a four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store after it gets dark ─ I will be purchasing two dozen cans of beer to lug home ─ I am going to possibly rest for a bit. I have been working a lot at this computer screen since my nap, and my eyes are taxed.
The temptation is present to instead watch a show and indulge in a drink of something. I cannot indulge in too much, for the opportunities for relief along my route are not abundant.
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I went the T.V. / drink route.
I tuned in Cybill downstairs on T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ episode 10 ("Grandbaby") of season four. And I drank a can of Bumper Crop Black Cherry cider (7% alcohol).
It was not one of the better episodes. I did not appreciate having two or three minutes of the show wasted with a hokey duet between Cybill and her stuntman ex-husband. It was so contrived. He appeared with a guitar just as she began singing some song I never heard of to her new baby granddaughter, and then he accompanied her and knew all of the words to the song ─ yet earlier, neither of them could remember any of the words of a famous song they once sang together. They began, "Beautiful dreamer ..." And that was all they could do.
I hate stuff like this.
But at least Alicia Witt was her beautiful, delightful self as a very young woman.
I've got to hustle ─ I need to be on my way by 7:30 p.m. (the store closes at 9 p.m.), and it's already7:21 p.m.
I will be sitting up late this evening watching some shows with my brother and probably downing three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).
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