As yet, there has been no movement by my stepsons to get power to the strings of Christmas lights festooning the eaves of the three sides of our open carport. As I reported yesterday, I discovered that my eldest stepson has a huge adaptor for some sort of charging device ─ associated with his Harley-Davidson XL1200 that is parked out there ─ obliterating the entire cover to the lighting's nearby outdoor electrical outlet; and which I have used to power the Christmas lights since Christmas 2002.
He was not home when I made this discovery yesterday, and he was still away when I went to bed early that evening; but I had alerted his younger brother, who had said that he would speak with his older brother, and maybe even buy another power cord extension.
There is another outdoor electrical outlet near to our front door, but it is already fully occupied with a pair of extension cords that each have other extension cords plugged into them from which various strings of different types of Christmas lights are attached. Just one of these extensions has an available two-pronged socket to which I could attach a very long extension cord to run to the plug for the several strings of attached carport Christmas lights, but the only remaining power cord extension that we have is three-pronged and thus cannot be used.
So approximately 50% of our outdoor Christmas lighting is still dark.
My youngest stepson had to work today, but he is home now. I have no idea if he spoke to his brother ─ neither lad has said aught to me, so I refuse to broach the topic any further. If it is going to be up to me to buy another extension cord or two this coming Sunday when I go grocery shopping, then I shall do so. I should not have to persist in beseeching my stepsons for help with this ─ even though I have to walk to do my shopping, and the two of them are both licenced drivers.
I retired last night just ahead of 9 p.m. when I heard my younger brother home from wherever he had been drinking ─ I heard him putting out our wheelie bins for today's collection.
It seemed to take me a long while to eventually find any sleep. But it did ultimately possess me. And when at one point I was turning about to become more comfortably positioned and resume sleep, it occurred to me to peek at the time ─ I found that it was already after 1 a.m. It was time for me to rise so that I could soon get to work adding content into the post I am building at one of my two hosted websites, MyRetirementDream.com.
My eldest stepson was downstairs and not yet to bed, but I did not venture down to associate with him. My computer is here upstairs.
I did later go downstairs after he had retired, for I was curious as to how my brother left things when he went to bed around midnight last night. I had left on the Christmas lights that I have set up in our living room, as well as those all around the outside of the living room window, around our door, and festooning a pair of supports for a roofing overhang attached to the carport, but specific to providing shelter just outside the front door.
This photo that I took last year on December 14 shows what the full display should look like:
You can see the lights around the living room window at the left, as well as some of the lights inside the living room; the green lights all around our front door as well as other lights festooning two large roofing supports just before the front door; and the brilliant display all around the three sides of the open carport ─ lights that are unfortunately still dark this year.
Clearly, the carport lights add so very much to the full display ─ and those lights randomly blink. The electrical outlet that I am blocked from using due to the adaptor for something involved with my eldest stepson's motorcycle is directly in front of that car (his sole transportation back then, for he didn't acquire the bike until around March 31 / April 1 of this year).
That door in front of the car is not normally used ─ we keep it blocked up.
Anyway, I was curious if my brother had unplugged all of the lights for safety reasons when he went to bed last night, but he had only unplugged those within the house. Apparently electrical fires do not happen outdoors ─ only indoors.
Or else he was just too inebriated to care to be bothered with going outside. Perhaps he didn't even remember that those lights were on.
There are not many hours of the night in which our house is fully dark ─ thanks to me getting up in the wee a.m. as has become my custom when I retire early in the evening, I often do not return to bed until after 5 a.m. Sometimes, even after 6 a.m. Thus, leaving the lights on all night is not much of a safety concern insofar as all of us being asleep matters.
And when I did return to bed early this morning, I turned them all off. That will be my routine until I finally take down the lights ─ only the carport lights are left up all year round.
As you may imagine, I miss having the carport lights on display.
It may actually have been just after 6 a.m. when I did get back to bed this morning. And it was around 8:30 a.m. when I was awake enough later to be curious about the time. Since I wanted to have a bath today, I decided to have it this morning before I was to join my brother around 10 a.m. to put our Android TV Box into operation to watch some shows with him for the next three hours or so.
So I rose, finding that my youngest stepson was in the bathroom. I killed some time here at my computer until he vacated the room; and then I used a trimmer to shave my face around my moustache and chin beard, for I had not shaved my face in approximately two weeks. My brother emerged from his bedroom as I was doing this, and he went downstairs to begin watching T.V. and drinking coffee until I later joined him around 10 a.m.
I had an interview I wanted him to see ─ an SGT Report interview nearly an hour long titled THIS IS THE KEY TO BRINGING IT ALL DOWN. I had already previously played the November 21st video for myself here at my computer while I worked on other tasks, but I wanted my brother to see it.
It was even more engrossing for me than it was the first time around ─ watching it on T.V. is a better experience than doing so on a computer screen. Interviewee Christoper James sure does know his legal stuff; and if I understood him, the information and legal techniques he is offering concerning "Common Law" apply in many of our so-far free countries.
I think that it behooves us to become as conversant as we can in what "Common Law" embodies ─ his website is AWarriorCalls.com. Those of us who are bristling at this enforced compliance concerning everything relating to the ignorance pandemic (there is no COVID-19 pandemic whatsoever) may well need to have some understanding of these key legalities his website evidently provides.
I am certain that my brother found the interview to be unusually interesting, for I think that he has had dealings several times at the New Westminster court house that has of late been a huge focus of Christopher James's attention.
I hope and pray that the man is not misguided in his enormous optimism. I would love to see premier John Horgan, provincial health officer Bonnie Henry, and everyone else who is involved here provincially in shackling us to the restrictions imposed by this pandemic fiction, severely 'brought down' and made to pay in full for their roles in unrighteously dictating to us how they baselessly expect us to live our lives.
They have absolutely no right, and are criminal for what they have done.
It is after 7 p.m. ─ I must close my post here and have a very light supper. My brother left failry early this afternoon to catch a bus and rendezvous at a pub with at least a couple of his drinking buddies, so I do not expect him back this side of 9 p.m. However, my wife may be home ahead of him, and so I want to be all set to have myself an early evening.
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