In my last post two days ago, I told of an inadvertent 7½-mile walk the evening prior that left me footsore with a couple of issues.
An early a.m. walk today that couldn't have been much over a mile has revealed that the trouble remains. I won't be travelling far afoot for some time.
And I do not drive.
This truly annoys me, for I was once not only a walker of great distances, but also a good runner. That I have come to this at the age of 70 is disheartening beyond my ability to explain.
By the way, in that last post I neglected to mention that in the early afternoon, I detected the tiniest flakes of snow occasionally drifting down in the cold here in Surrey where I live. I suppose that this was in effect for a few hours, but only someone outside would have noticed the infrequent tiny flakes ─ anyone inside would have needed to be staring outside intently.
This was the first sign of snow this season hereabouts as far as I know, even though the majority of people living here won't have noticed it.
That Sunday evening, my younger brother showed up unexpectedly early from wherever he had been drinking ─ I don't think that it was yet 6:00 p.m. when he made his appearance.
And so I decided to tune in the sequel to a Christmas movie that we had watched a few days before. The vulgar comedic sequel was 2016's Bad Santa 2, and three of the original cast were in this update ─ including actor Brett Kelly (playing the chubby, dimwitted kid named Thurman).
Wikipedia says Brett Kelly lives somewhere right here in Surrey where I live.
I felt a little bad that actor Brett Kelly was still so badly overweight. However, reportedly he really was not as bad off as he appeared to be ─ he deliberately put on weight for the sequel, as this November 2016 article at EW.com explains: Bad Santa 2: Brett Kelly gained 50 pounds to play Thurman Merman.
The movie featured actress Christina Hendricks ─ her name did not stir any recollection in me, but I quickly recognized her from a current T.V. series I am watching called Good Girls.
My gosh, she looks good!
And I dare say no more about her than that.
The Bad Santa movies are not what I look for in Christmas movies, but I felt that they were equally good for the Christmas comedy genre ─ even if the sequel was a commercial failure, and may have squelched any real chance of a further sequel from getting started.
By the way, EW.com had another article that it published just this past October about Bad Santa: Billy Bob Thornton was really (really!) drunk for that Bad Santa mall scene.
Concerning Bad Santa 2, I believe that I located the working source link for it through the CyberFlix 'app' that I have downloaded into our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
I didn't watch anything last evening because my younger brother never got home before I went to bed ─ and it was after 10:30 p.m. when I retired for the evening! He is not often that late.
I learned this afternoon why he was so late.
He was issued a three-month driving suspension last evening, and I expect that his vehicle is impounded somewhere. But I have no idea how long it's going to be ere he can bail it out.
And so toward mid-afternoon today, he set off afoot. As a result, I really have no idea just when to be expecting him back home anymore.
Normally if he is not home by 9:00 p.m., I retire early because it is almost senseless to try and watch any T.V. with him ─ he can almost be expected to quickly pass out. I won't put up with that.
Thus, unless he gets a ride home, I honestly don't think that he's going to be getting home by 9:00 p.m. very often. His usual drinking haunts are all well over a mile from where we live ─ maybe even nearer to two miles.
It may be physically therapeutic for him to walk to wherever his destination may be, but he's not likely to be walking home ─ he'll be doing a lot of busing.
I hope that this doesn't scotch our usual two-day Christmastime Christmas movie binge ─ he has been bringing home his girlfriend Bev to share Christmas with us the past several years. However, she lives around two miles from us. Would he splurge on a cab?
We'll see.
I learned via E-mail today from Angela ─ a former co-worker of mine ─ that I have been therewith invited to join her and her husband Steve ─ along with another co-worker of ours, Barb ─ to hook up at a pub for lunch this coming Thursday.
The pub is 1½ miles from where I live, and I would be unlikely to walk there during a weekday. So Angela said that Barb has volunteered to pick me up at a spot near my home, since she has to come this way in order to get to the pub rendezvous.
I am left with no excuse not to show.
But since it's going to be in a pub for a change, and not just in some restaurant, my inclination to attend is more positive. Too, Steve has also been a co-worker of mine, and I have not socialized with the guy in more than a dozen years, so he's something of an additional bonus.
I'll be taking some photos, of course.
Angela had some bad news, though. Another former co-worker ─ Bettie-Anne or however her name was spelled ─ died just two days ago of cancer. And yet another co-worker ─ May ─ has experienced a recurrence of a cancer that she had was previously thought to have beaten.
I reckon I will know a whole lot more after lunch on Thursday.
But it has been so long since I have sat in a pub and bought anything like a beer that I don't know what to expect ─ does one now have the option of paying via debit card? I am going to have to suss this out ─ I only have $10 in my wallet.
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