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I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of MontrΓ©al.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Saturday, 14 December 2019

Recipe for a Perfect Christmas


I've managed to squeeze in yet another Christmas movie ─ I watched this one early last evening before my younger brother ambled in from wherever it was that he had been drinking.

The movie was difficult to locate, for I wanted to watch it on T.V. via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box. None of the 'apps' that I have that are downloaded into it seemed able to locate any sources.

I finally had to resort to the Firefox 'app' in that device, and I was able to find the movie at MovieLand.to ─ but the video quality was fairly poor. Nevertheless, it played flawlessly ─ no buffering or anything like that. And of course, I was able to play the movie in full screen.

Note that it is helpful to have a good adblocker associated with Firefox for websites like that ─ I use Adblock Plus; and it's also a good idea to have Malwarebytes.

I had tried to watch the movie at 123Putlocker.club, but its advertisements kept forcing open a new browser tab every time I attempted to enlarge the screen ─ Adblock Plus seemed powerless to halt this wretchedly annoying intrusion, so I finally just gave up and sought the movie at MovieLand.to. Both websites seemed to have the same poor quality video on offer, so the switch made no difference where that was concerned ─ it was not as if I had to settle for an inferior viewing option.

The movie was from 2005 and titled Recipe for a Perfect Christmas:
It's Christmas time. JJ works at a magazine as the assistant for the food critic. When the critic leaves, her boss gives her the opportunity to be the new critic. So she tries to find a restaurant to write about. But when her mother, whom she doesn't have a good relationship with and who's a little wild shows up after losing her job. JJ can't deal with her. When Alex a restaurateur who is struggling and facing the possibility of being closed asks her to come to his restaurant and try it out and write about it. She agrees on the condition that he take her mother off her hands. Alex agrees and forms a rapport with her that amazes JJ.
I definitely enjoyed the feature, but I did not find that it was Christmas enough for me. The plot could have taken place at any time of the year ─ Christmas was mostly incidental.

And because of that ─ and the difficulty of accessing it ─ I won't be adding it to the list of candidates for rewatching around Christmastime if my brother brings his girlfriend Bev here for what has come to be our annual two-day Christmas movie binge.

Nevertheless, as I said, I did indeed like the movie. And although actress Christine Baransky is getting on in years ─ Wikipedia says she is now 67 years old (and a little more than two months older than my younger brother) ─ at some point in the rather distant past I grew familiar with her as being quite a dish with a fabulous pair of legs.   

Her co-star playing her character's daughter in the movie was actress Carly Pope, a name unknown to me. Nor did she seem particularly familiar. However, I now see at that Wikipedia article on her that she has had a recurring role in the T.V. series Arrow ─ but I still could not place her, even though I follow the series.

Some research reveals just what her Arrow role has been ─ according to Arrow.Fandom.com, for two seasons she played a somewhat dogged and irritating reporter known as Susan Williams. I remember the character, but apparently Carly Pope herself didn't leave enough of an impression for me to have thought that she was anyone recognizable in the Christmas movie.

After my brother got home last evening awhile after the movie was done, I recognized that he was in no shape to be trying to watch any T.V. with. And so I left him alone to pass out in front of the T.V. ─ which he did.

I wasn't keen on sitting up late anyway, so I was fine with this outcome. I was likely in bed by 10:00 p.m.

Yet it took me an hour or more to fall asleep! I just don't get it.

Not only that, I was back out of bed again before it was yet 2:00 a.m., and soon at work on the post I am putting together at one of my six hosted websites. Then before it was yet 4:00 a.m., I had dressed and set off on a walk to the elementary school that may be approximately a half mile from here ─ I wanted to put in the walk, and also perform four sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings in the school's playground.

It seemed to be attempting to rain, but everything was already drenched ─ we've been getting lots of rain the past few days.

I never returned to bed until after 5:30 a.m., and only did so reluctantly, for although I was too ill slept to be capable of doing anything constructive, I still didn't feel particularly sleepy.

And sleep was still elusive ─ it probably took me another hour to find any. Yet I was awake again and up by approximately 8:30 a.m.

And that brings me to the present at 12:47 p.m. as I get an early start on this post.

Google Photos notified me yesterday that it created a commemorative image from an image I uploaded to a Google Photos album exactly four years earlier:

The original photo, however, is much older than that. I had only scanned it that day and uploaded it ─ the original photo was one my late mother and her husband took during the 1980s or 1990s while apparently on a bus charter tour that may have been taking them around through the various major parks here in Western Canada.

This is the original scan:


I am in want of a nap, for I have now had my day's first meal following some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell. However, I want to mention an article published yesterday that I read that same day ─ the article is telling of an essential oil that I do believe I may look into acquiring:

HSIonline.com

You can read more about the oil and its benefits and uses here:
I am curious to use it as a component added into my homemade nasya oil, the recipe for which I always just estimate as to the number of drops of oils that I use ─ currently, the oils are oregano, eucalyptus, tea tree, and lavender.

I have also just begun to use my homemade nasya oil ─ along with some coconut oil ─ to work into my growing beard.  

The three articles above didn't seem to suggest that vetiver would be safe to be using for nasya, since one would actually be having the oil injected with a dropper ─ along with the other nasya oils ─ into one's nasal passageways. I got the impression that vetiver was only used to apply on the outside of one's body. 

However, I did locate an article at AromaticStudies.com that did indeed recommend vetiver as a nasya or 'nose oil' component: Nourishing Yourself with Ayurveda. They gave a recipe, but I have found that numerous essential oils can be employed for nasya, so the recipes can vary ─ and so can the amount of droplets used. 

Since some of the oils are practically impossible to precisely regulate as to the number of drops that will fall from the teeny openings many of the small vials have, I have just abandoned any attempt to strictly obey any nasya recipes.  

In truth, I probably well exceed the number of drops generally suggested. 

And beyond nasya, having a wee bit of vetiver essential oil mixed into my beard would allow me to have the oil pretty much with me 24/7, since it would be getting inhaled and would also be getting worked onto my face itself ─ albeit in extremely diluted fashion, of course.  
 
It's approaching mid-afternoon, so I want that nap. I would like to get out later to do a little shopping. I do not drive, so I shall be walking.

If I am fortunate, my younger brother will be spending the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev, and I will then be free to watch yet another Christmas movie while enjoying some Appleton Estate Signature Blend rum to enhance the more sensitive emotions ─ I love getting weepy.

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