Upon hearing someone enter the house late last evening, I shut myself into my bedroom for concern that it was my inebriated brother home to continue his drinking and to pass out in front of the T.V. My plans involved a fairly early bedtime so that I could get up at 3:30 a.m. for the short walk over to the elementary school playground where I get some exercise ─ usually three nights a week.
I quickly realized that it was my wife; but out of concern that she might seek to hit me up for a big so-called loan of my recently-received monthly pension income, I decided to remain in seclusion.
And I was in fact to bed well ahead of 10 p.m.
I suppose I slept well enough, but I never required my cellphone alarm. Possibly ere quite 3 a.m. I had to use the toilet, and thereafter recognized that further sleep would not be simple ─ I would probably still be awake at 3:30 a.m., so I chose to not waste the time.
I was on my way just after 3:30 a.m. There was some pavement drying from the recent two days of fairly wet weather, but it was chilly enough.
Before leaving home, I had weighed myself while fully clothed for the outing, and I registered around 188 pounds.
At the school playground, the sawdust base was crunchy from a freeze. The supports of the jungle gym monkey bars were somewhat damp from what was likely condensation. When I climbed up to wipe the nearest monkey bar dry enough for barehanded use, I decided to also give the next bar over a wiping because I tend to finish up with a set of pull-ups between the two bars before concluding with a loose hang at the very end.
Well, that second bar over was marked with frozen raindrops along its bottom towards its two ends. There was no wiping those off ─ they were firmly frozen.
And so came an opening pair of pull-ups on the first bar, 6-2; then two sets of chin-ups, 3-3; and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, 2-2.
Then back to the monkey bars for the final set of just two pull-ups. I held the hang for a 70-count, but I may have rushed it a little due to how damned cold the hand was that was gripping that partially iced bar. Even so, I am fairly confident that I held the hang for at least a minute.
Lastly, I took my time walking over to the cement ramp where I managed 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.
It has now been a little over two months since some forced nighttime jogging in one of my oldest and most worn hikers resulted in a crippling case of plantar fasciitis at my left foot, or else some similar debilitating pathology ─ the shoes may be over 25 years old.
Well, I wore them on this morning's possible ¾-mile round trip walk, thinking that because I have walked nowhere since my mile-long round trip walk last Sunday morning to do some local grocery shopping, that maybe I might have recovered enough to soon get back into longer regular walks.
I noticed some burning of the inflamed area during today's walk; and ever since, this burning has been more pronounced here at home in my bare feet. It is sufficient that I bear my weight gingerly anytime I move about here in the house.
Perhaps I am going to have to throw out those and another similarly worn old pair of hikers, and somehow bear the cost of replacing them with ─ for the present ─ a new pair of footwear.
I want to try and make the 5.625-mile round trip grocery hike early tomorrow morning to Real Canadian Superstore, wearing one of my two newest (less than two years old) pairs of hikers ─ I will have to ensure that I leave here ahead of 6 a.m. so that I can have as much darkness or gloom as possible on the return half of the walk.
Last Sunday I failed to do that, leaving here at more like 6:20 a.m. By the time I had walked about a block, I was so demoralized at the thought of having to be walking home in daylight that I gave up and returned home, later shopping locally.
I hate walking in the daytime. I need the anonymity of darkness or at least gloom, providing me the scarcity of other pedestrians that the early a.m. of Sunday morning in the Winter months affords me.
However, a morning weather report on T.V. has declared that snow is on its way for later today or overnight, as well as tomorrow. So we shall see what results.
Anyway, I was back to bed this morning ahead of 6 a.m. until possibly something past 8 a.m. Already my brother had on the T.V.
I waited until just past 9 a.m. before joining him. And upon getting his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, we were to only watch two videos.
First was a 54-minute (54:16) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: First Trudeau, now a fiery exchange with the CBC!
Trudeau, CBC, reporter Chad Pawson, ski hill.
My article on MSM:
https://anita808.substack.com/p/does-...
CBC article by Chad Pawson
https://www.cbc.ca/amp/1.7427412?fbcl...
The second video was nearly 1½ hours (1:28:50), and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Scientists CONFIRM Fake Spiderwebs Used To Deliver Biologic Payloads Were Dropped From Airplanes.
A 2 year scientific study analyzing what the strands are made of (which corresponds with patented technology) which are hollow on the inside and all over farms is disclosed in this new zoom meeting of scientists!!
My wife rose a little ahead of 10 a.m.
Ever fearful that she is going to hit me up for a lot of money, when my brother returned to his bedroom a little past 11:30 a.m. for some rest, I didn't waste too much time getting back to bed for a nap and to avoid my wife.
She had been busy cooking, from the sounds of things.
Due to my Sabbath fast that I shall not terminate until 6 p.m. once it is good and dark, I had some realistic hope that I might manage to zone out until it was late enough that my wife ─ if she was scheduled to be working the latter part of the day ─ would have gone.
Unfortunately, I was only down until 1:30 p.m. or thereabouts.
My wife was still home, but she never asked for any money. Once she mentioned how our exchange rate with the Thai Baht is growing worse, for she regularly sends her mother money over in Thailand.
I was inspired to advise that we are going to have to be more cautious with our income now that her eldest son is moving out to share a one-year leased apartment with his girlfriend ─ as I understand it, they take possession mid-February.
He has helped out with the mortgage very little in the past few months anyway, but even that help is about to be gone.
I thereafter spent my time here at my beside computer; and soon my wife began showering and so forth as she readied to leave for work. As it happened she must have left just as my brother was bringing his van back home after having taken his girlfriend Bev on one or more shopping errands. I went downstairs to see if my wife was indeed leaving, for it was only around 2:30 p.m. However, I saw her car to yet be in the driveway, so I figured that she must still be readying in her bedroom.
My brother was soon away again on foot to catch a bus to take him off so he could engage his daily social drinking. It was around then that I realized that my wife must have been seated in her car when I saw it earlier, for it had gone.
I do not in the least care to have this degree of doubt and deceptiveness existing between my wife and I.
As the afternoon faded away and my supper approached, I ensured that I had a naked weigh-in to see how I have fared this day of fasting ─ at very most, I was a possible 176 pounds.
My supper proved to be a weighty affair, and I ate it while watching some T.V. Specifically, I watched the FBI episode that I failed to watch yesterday ─ episode seven ("Behind the Veil") of season six.
Good stuff!
Between my full belly and the continued caffeine withdrawal ─ for I do not want to have a strong coffee now when I wish to sleep as best I can tonight ─ I could easily nap before it is even 8 p.m.
As for that early long hike to Real Canadian Superstore, I am judging it to be unwise due to how sustained the inflammation has been from my short early walk today ─ the burning is pronounced.
Whatever I end up choosing to do in the coming a.m., it will be in proper footwear. I am feeling as if I have no sensible choice but to discard the two most inferior pairs of hikers I presently own. But I would like to first have at least one new pair of boots on hand.
I did not mention it, but around 9:30 a.m. today it was snowing heavily. That turned to some rain; and we had quite a lot of afternoon sunshine.
Enough blogging for today. It is 7:57 p.m.
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