I finished yesterday's post with the declaration that I was going to discharge a promised phone call ─ I did try. I dialed around five different times just ahead of 7 p.m., but always got a busy signal.
I was sacrificing the opportunity to watch a Christmas movie in order to have myself become engaged in that call, but since the recipient was clearly herself otherwise occupied, I decided to scotch further call attempts and instead enjoy the movie.
My selection was the 2011 feature Dear Santa. (I don't know why, but some websites list the movie as having come out in 2013.)
I am an Amy Acker fan, although her performance in the recurring role of a deadly and merciless villain in the T.V. series Person of Interest almost turned me right off where she was concerned. It was difficult separating the actress from the role ─ the antipathy I felt for the character clouded my appreciation of the actress.
However, towards the end of that series, the character more or less became a member of the core of 'good guys', so I was able to start liking the character ─ and thus once more the actress portraying her.
Dear Santa was a good movie. I intend to re-watch it when my younger brother brings his girlfriend Bev here for a couple of days and nights over the Christmas period ─ he confirmed last evening that she wanted to have a turkey Christmas dinner. Since she lives alone, that can only mean that the feast would have its setting here.
As I watched the movie last evening, I had one can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock, and then I was into a second can when ─ approximately 55 minutes into the movie ─ I saw my brother arriving home.
He tends to grouse about Christmas movies, and he is especially irksome about it when he is drunk. I had been watching the movie on T.V. through a source I found via our Android TV Box. And so I felt compelled to cancel out of it and vacate the living room entirely.
I came upstairs here to my computer and after some searching using the Yandex search engine, I located a source that allowed me to watch the remainder of the film.
I must applaud actress Gina Holden for her excellent performance in the role as Amy Acker's character's romantic competition for the handsome main male character ─ Gina was thoroughly convincing as a conniving backstabber, although she did seem to be sincere about that leading man she so badly wanted.
Fortunately, it was plain that she would have made a most miserable step-mother for the chap's young daughter, so the viewer did not feel obligated to feel any sympathy for the woman.
I suppose that I was to bed around or maybe even before 10 p.m., fully intending to get up during the midnight hour to do some work here at my computer after my brother retired for the night.
Well, I did get up as planned and used the toilet, but I was unusually wanting of further sleep. As a result, I went back to bed, and did sleep some more.
Eventually I was aware that my wife was home, for she came into the bedroom briefly and left the lamp on at her beside. By then it was well past 2 a.m., so I decided to rise and get dressed.
The two cans of beer were probably responsible for how weary I had been earlier, and this has me a little concerned about Christmas. Once Bev is here, it is the only time that my brother is perfectly fine about Christmas movies. We in fact binge on them during the time she is here, and of course we also drink. I seem, however, to be most out of practice.
How am I going to be able to drink beer from the afternoon all the way throughout the entire evening when just two cans seem able to practically disable me? And then there is day two thereafter!
I sure don't have much time before then to acclimatize myself to alcohol, do I?
In the post that I made today in my private blog, I reproduced an old journal entry that I wrote exactly 40 years ago when I was 31 years old. On that day, I had gotten drunk with a large friend. He and I went through five litres of eggnog, and polished off a 40-ounce bottle of dark rum; and then we similarly exhausted a 26er of amber or golden rum. And then when some other people showed up, we were drinking some rye whisky with a couple of them; we might even have had some beer.
Sure, I was plastered, but he and I then hiked over 2½ miles to a 7-Eleven store, and then back to the house. I did not live there, and he insisted that I 'crash' for what remained of the night ─ there were a number of other partiers there as well.
I sat up until only myself and another friend of mine remained, and then I let him know that I was heading on home. Supposedly, I jogged back ─ a distance of something over 2¾ miles.
Obviously all of that eggnog buffered the impact of the gross amount of alcohol I had consumed, but it must still be very apparent that my capacity to contain it was unusually large. After all, it is one thing to be a drunk who just sits and swills away the booze for long periods of time. But it is quite another to do so while also undertaking the sort of activity that I was clearly capable of. Who would have it in them to face a hike home as far as I undertook so deep into the early a.m. that night? I think most people would have just faded out and crashed right there for the night.
And now here I am, almost wiped out by two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer?
But I have digressed considerably.
After I was up last night, I remained up until maybe 5 a.m. or later before returning to bed. I believe that I managed to remain in bede until just about 9 a.m. ─ my brother was not yet up, and probably was not for perhaps another half hour or more.
I had a couple of videos I wanted to watch with him at 10 a.m., which is approximately when he finally found his way downstairs. Using our Android TV Box so that we could watch them on T.V., I first tuned in (via Bitchute.com) the Dr. Joseph Mercola video of nearly an hour's duration titled The Link Between Fear Appeal and COVID-19 Perception- Interview With Dr. Peter Breggin.
Maybe 15 minutes into the programme, my brother pointed out that it seemed to be sleeting outside. Then that soon enough turned into pure snow ─ the first I have seen at this end of the year. What I did not realize at the time was that today was actually the first day of Winter!
The snow lasted until we had perhaps a little over an inch, and then it turned into rain.
Anyway, once we had watched the Dr. Peter Breggin interview, I tuned in (via YouTube) the Ron Paul feature Major New Study: No Evidence Masks Work. This video was just over a half hour in duration.
And then we followed those up with some regular series T.V.
My wife did not have to work today, and was up from bed right around the time that my brother was.
As I type these words at 4:50 p.m., she has been out on errands at least twice thus far, and is presently busy cooking supper. My brother left much earlier in the afternoon, as is his wont ─ drinking to do!
I think that he is now the only member of this household yet to apply for the BC Recovery Benefit. It will be worth $500 to him to get it done.
My wife had me apply for us this afternoon. As a couple, we will qualify for $1,000, so I will split it with her once it is directly deposited into our chequing account. Supposedly, this might happen within a week, but "seeing is believing".
I am going to bring this post to a close ─ not much else is likely to occur that cannot await mention until tomorrow.
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