How to Get a Head

I didn't feel unfavourable when I arose to my 1:30 a.m. alarm overnight, even though it was on the wrong side of 9:45 p.m. ere I had gone to bed.

I was to find that my wife had finally come home after two nights' absence; and my eldest stepson seemed to be in the dining area watching videos on his laptop ─ he was likely unaware when I left awhile later on my five-mile+ walk.

But that foray did not commence until either 2:12 or 2:14 a.m. once I had re-locked the front door and set off down the drive-way, only then realizing that I had forgotten my cap. I would have to wear my hood without the bit of extension it provided.

My fully clothed weight had been 183 or 184 pounds without my jacket, and 186 pounds with it on.

The sky was largely overcast, but with wispy quilted-like cloud covering the sky overhead and for some distance around ─ I don't know my clouds, but it was sort of like this image of altocumulus, except that I believe the clouds were in regular rows.

By the time I was approaching the elementary school three or so blocks away, I was rather psyched to tackle an exercise session at its older kids' playground ─ I was feeling bolder than usual about venturing to the area. It's impossible to know from the street what to expect there ─ that is, whether anyone is lurking in the area. One has to essentially pass one corner of the rear part of the school building before the playground area is wholly apparent.

To my delighted surprise, the equipment was entirely dry ─ not a trace of condensation. So off came my jacket. The gymnastics-style rings were inaccessible because vandals had wrapped the half-dozen or so rings' chains tight around the horizontal support bar that may be around 14 feet overhead.

Thus, I would have to use two of the jungle gym monkey bars as substitutes for the pull-ups I do on the rings ─ the final two sets of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I normally put out. The chin-ups are the middle two sets, so obviously the regular pull-ups are the opening two sets.

I did well: 8-3-3-3-2-2. It is very rare for me to manage three pull-ups in the second set after hitting a maximum set in the first set ─ two are all I ever expect of myself.

I held the very final pull-up between two of the bars for a 40-count, but I barely was able. And it was only through sheer determination afterwards that I was able to squeeze out 14 full-range decline push-ups on the nearby cement ramp. At completion, some profanity was expressed as I weakly elevated myself to my knees, and then after pulling myself together, forcing my bad knees to allow me to get to my feet unaided ─ it's rather difficult when one is kneeling and facing downwards on a slope.

And so yet again, this 74-year-old survived one of these intense short workouts.

Nothing eventful about the rest of the walk comes to mind; and it was 4:12 a.m. once I was back home outside the locked front door. I had thought that I was making good time, and it was borne out ─ depending on when I had actually left, either a full two hours at worst, or else two minutes less than two hours.

No one else was up by this time.

I delayed my return to bed until 6:30 a.m. Later, I did check the time fairly ahead of 8:30 a.m., but it felt far too good just lying there in bed for me to be able to forsake it immediately. When I did rise and dress, I had a bit of a shock to see that by then it was almost 9 a.m. ─ I must have lapsed into a vegetative state for some minutes after earlier checking the time.

My younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom, so I hastened downstairs to take possession of the T.V. and get water boiling for a big mug of instant coffee. I had just created that drink and gotten it to the living room coffee table and was using our Android TV Box to line up some videos when my brother came forth from his bedroom.

We were first to watch three recent short videos at Dr. William Makis's Substack. I won't bother identifying them ─ his stuff is generally quite interesting.

Then it was Odessa Orlewicz's latest video ─ approximately 55 minutes (55:58) from yesterday: UN's Pact For The Future Document. They Want ALL Humans Tracked & Traced And Africans On Birth Control & You Pay For It.

Worldwide Redistribution Of Wealth & Tech. I READ OUT The Most Important Parts Of The UN's New Pact For The Future Document. They Want NO ONE To Escape Being Tracked & Traced, Even If That Means From Space, And Everyone On The Pill & Big Pharma Meds. You have the privilege of paying for it. You don't want to miss this one.

We actually watched it here at Odessa's Rumble channel.

We followed that up with the hour or so remaining of a video we had suspended around noon yesterday. At nearly 1½ hours (1:26:31), it had been published April 25, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: The MLK Assassination - Who Was James Earl Ray?

On April 4th, 1968, the legendary civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr was assassinated by James Earl Ray. But is that the whole story? Who was James Earl Ray anyway?

These shows are always so very entertaining!

It was bed rest time thereafter for my brother. I had my day's first meal and had still not sought a nap when my brother emerged from his bedroom and smartly left for the day.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She delayed rising until 9:50 a.m., managing to shower and otherwise ready, and be on her fairly long drive in under 25 minutes.

The day has been solidly overcast, and there has even been some very light rain. My nap seemed deep enough, and it was around 3 p.m. when I rose ─ that was about two hours ago at this point, which finds me feeling like seeking another nap! My eyes are feeling excessively strained. It's a bath day, so maybe I will have that bath in the hopes that it will remedy how I am presently feeling.

I had intended getting out soon after dark ─ it would have to be ahead of 8 p.m. that I left, so as to avoid the undesired need to be excessively hurrying ─ to withdraw a couple of hundred dollars at my financial institution's ATM, and then visiting the nearest government liquor store two miles from here for two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) to lug back home.

That would equate to approximately 20 pounds of weight, so a pretty darned good workload to be bearing by hand the two miles home ─ 10 pounds in each hand.

But I had forgotten that today was a darned bath day ─ baths so often cause considerable physical drain. But maybe if I have it early enough like now, I will have time to recover as well as improve my present sense of eyestrain.

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Damn!

I DID have to lie down ─ wiped right out!

With a half hour gone and me feeling little better in my dark bedroom, I rallied and chose to play an episode of Cybill here on my bedside computer. It was season four's episode nine ("How to Get a Head in Show Business").

Paula Poundstone was a delight as Cybill's only fan club's president and sole member! I had completely forgotten this comedienne despite once being familiar with her. I expected to research and find that she was deceased, but happily no.

Lord, a young Alicia Witt was utterly delicious in this episode ─ I wish I knew her!

Anyway, if interested, I watched the episode at this OK.ru link.

As might be imagined, it is too late for me to do the liquor store hike, for it closes at 9 p.m. ─ so I will postpone it until Thursday.

I will still have a walk. The plan is to hit the Fleetwood Save-On-Foods, a possible round trip hike of 5.972 miles. I drank a can of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol) during Cybill.

Even if I had the time now for the government liquor store, it is somewhat risky to make the hike after any drinking because the opportunity to stroan is extremely limited. At least the hike along Fraser Highway to (and back from) Save-On-Foods in Fleetwood has enormous opportunities, since so much of the way is past Green Timbers Urban Forest.

I can also purchase another half dozen cans of cider there to augment my supply here at home. All else I anticipate buying are some apples and oranges.

Well, I had best ready and go. I will be sitting up late this evening watching at least one of our shows-in-common with my brother once we are both home again ─ I have the premiere episode of an old British police series I want us to try out.

And of course, I will be enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt.

It is 8:16 p.m.