I did indeed watch a Christmas movie last evening, but I had to do so here at my computer. I was unable to find a working link for it through the 'apps' I tried that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box ─ that would have enabled me to watch it on T.V.
I still could have watched it on T.V. by using the website where I located a source to watch on my computer, but the Firefox and Chrome 'apps' that I have access to in the Android TV Box do not shut down advertisements like they do at a computer.
Try and try as I did to get the video to play via the Android TV Box, each time I clicked the play feature, a new advertisement would impose itself ─ usually by hijacking me to a new browser tab. This was relentless, so I had to just give up.
And because of that, I am not going to identify the website where I was to watch the movie here at my computer─ the website deserves no promotion, as far as I am concerned.
But at least the movie played flawlessly. It was 2010's Cancel Christmas.
I was concerned that the plot format would prove to be farcical and unaffecting, for I love having my emotions made raw when I watch Christmas movies. As well, I am not a Judd Nelson fan, and I could not imagine him as Santa Claus.
However, the extended storylines involving the three students got to me deeply. And even though the name of lead actress Natalie Brown meant nothing to me, I did recognize her as being familiar to me from having seen her past work ─ even if I could not remember just what I might have seen her in.
She has an unusually endearing appearance ─ her face is so sweet and inviting. One cannot help but immediately like her. And she comes across as quite innocently sexy ─ well, to me, at any rate.
I now know where I last saw her, however. She had a main supporting role in the horrific T.V. series The Strain, portraying the mother-turned-vampire of young Max, a kid who became one of the main characters and who 'nukes' New York City in a pique of snit.
Unfortunately, since I cannot tune this movie in on T.V., I will not be re-watching it if my younger brother brings home his girlfriend Bev to stay with us for a couple of days over the Christmas period.
I got so caught up in the movie that I actually drank three cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in supply. But I am no longer accustomed to drinking. These three cans were the alcoholic equivalent of almost five regular (5% alcohol) cans of beer ─ a mere 1% difference. And of course, I drank them in a 1½-hour period.
I had hoped that my brother would be spending the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev (he often does after they get together on Saturdays), but he was to show up awhile later ─ usually an indication that they had gotten too drunk to get along with one another.
His arrival was my cue to get to bed. I don't think that it was yet 10 p.m.
I had very early morning plans to do some grocery shopping ─ I would need to hike at least 1¼ miles from here to get to the store (I do not drive). But I correctly anticipated that I would rise in the weest a.m. to perform some work here at my computer.
However, when I later found myself awake well into the midnight hour, I frankly felt awful. I rose regardless, and managed to possibly spend an hour here at my computer. But instead of slowly recovering, I had degraded so drastically that I craved the oblivion of sleep, and thus I returned to bed essentially dismissing any hope of getting out to do any shopping.
Nevertheless, around or soon after 4 a.m., I had benefitted from a little further sleep, and felt considerably better. In fact, when I rose and came here to my computer, I figured that I would be able to remain up and get out to do that shopping ─ the store opens at 7 a.m.
Around 4:30 a.m., I heard someone unlocking the front door ─ had one of my two stepsons been out all this while?
No ─ it proved to be my wife. I cannot remember when last she came home at this point in a weekend ─ she spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver, as I understand the situation. All I could suppose is that she had been partying at her friend Fanta's home off in Langley, and that it was far easier to come here to sleep than to drive all the way to downtown.
I got a "good morning" from her as she passed by the open doorway of this room immediately next to our bedroom, and she was then fast to bed.
My shopping trip was off. I need to be able to freely nap following such ventures, and now that was not possible with her home.
So I resolved to sit here and finally finish and publish a post that I have been working on since (I believe) November 22 at my website MyRetirementDream.com: Thailand AAT.
With that accomplished, I was able to return to bed ─ by which time it was around 7:30 a.m.
Gosh, I slept! I was not to feel improved enough to be checking the time until 10:38 a.m. ─ this is unheard of for me. Clearly, I was not a well man.
I still don't feel all that normalized as I type these words at 2:07 p.m. on a lightly rainy day ─ it would have been ideal for that planned early shopping. My wife is still in bed, incidentally.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V. when I got up; and around 11 a.m. I went down to join him, offering to play the latest LibertyTalkCanada video hosted by lovely Odessa Orlewicz. The video was titled Dec 10th - EU Top Doctors LAWSUIT Over Mass Sterilization in Covid Vaccine.
He was in accord, so we watched it. Once, he even asked me to pause it while he went upstairs to use the bathroom ─ to make such a request is a sure indicator that he is welcoming the message.
During the programme, my youngest stepson nipped out to drive off and get a hot chocolate and maybe some breakfast somewhere (probably a Tim Hortons); when he returned, he gladdened my heart by expressing that his "brain is being done in" because he is coming to realize that everything related to this COVID-19 pandemic is sheer falsity. He had been a believer in its legitimacy, and that fact was a truly sore spot for me ─ it made me think of him in belittlement terms.
And now he is coming to understand that everything is a criminal scam.
Anyway, as I implied, that was good news for me.
My brother is quite involved in NFL games, and he said that there was one at 1 p.m. he was to watch at a bar he frequents. He wanted to lie down and rest his eyes before readying and leaving. And by the latter part of the noon hour, he was gone.
While he was resting, I did manage to get out to the backyard toolshed for a short bout of rather intense exercise, but I have two other quite different sessions scheduled for here in the house. My wife's presence somewhat jeopardizes those.
The first session is just a set of my version of Hindu squats ─ 200 of them. Since my brother is away, and my wife is still in bed, I am going to use my brother's bedroom and get them out of the way. My hope is that as arduous as they are for this 71-year-old, my present subpar state (from a hangover or whatever the heck is amiss with me) will be much improved and not result in a heart attack or stroke or some such.
I break here.
I did well with those Hindu squats.
My wife finally emerged from our bedroom around 2:55 p.m., at which time I was most of the way through my day's first smallish meal. When she exited the bathroom, she came downstairs in her robe and got busy at the kitchen's dual sinks that her two sons are adept at filling with dirty dishes (I clean my dishes after each use).
By this time I was interested in lying down, so I once more resorted to my brother's bedroom, this time covering up on his bed with a light comforter. I was fully clothed.
And I was to nap. It was around 4:30 p.m. when I roused and got myself back up. However, my wife was not here. Even so, there were a couple of frozen items in the sink thawing, so I expect that she will anon be returning.
It is 4:51 p.m. as I type these words. Since I have no notion just when she will be returning, I feel it prudent that I call it a day insofar as blogging goes.
Incidentally, that rain was most steady for long periods of time ─ hardly light at all. But I cannot hear it at present, so perhaps it has died right out, or at least reduced to near insignificance.
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