My Wife Comes Through

Perhaps this evening I will fire up the outdoor Christmas lights for the first time this season. Those I am involved with are all set to go. My youngest stepson has yet to complete his own project for the eaves of the upper part of the front of the house. Today would have been good for that, but even though he had today off work, around 9:30 a.m. this morning he took off with friends to snowboard somewhere.

It seems that I shall not have to have a talk with him and his older brother concerning the $1,600 that their mother virtually stole from my pension ─ the only funds that is in our (i.e., my wife and I) chequing account. She did this last week, leaving me with a mere $152 and change (I wrote erroneously yesterday that the balance was $158 and change). 

I expect that she had a gambling relapse.

She promised to restore the money somehow; and today at just about 12:50 p.m., she texted me to say that she had deposited $1,600 back into the account. Thus, I may yet manage to get some Christmas shopping done ─ it had looked unlikely, for I do not drive and I hate walking anywhere on busy weekdays. That left me with just the weekend coming ─ Christmas is on the following weekend.

I had intended to inform my two stepsons tonight as to what their mother had done, for had she not restored her pillage of my pension, the two lads would have had to cover the monthly mortgage that is due to be debited from that account on the 22nd. Normally, they collectively contribute from $500 to $600 toward the mortgage, but would have been faced with coming up with nearly $950 ─ each ─ this month if their mother never replaced the money.

I hate to think where she was able to come up with the funds, however. I dearly hope that it was not yet more credit debt she has accrued for us.

Yesterday I wrote that I was going to watch a Christmas movie after the publication of that day's post. Well, I watched a movie, but I utterly struck out with my choice. I not only wasted 1½ hours, but also the three or more ounces of dark rum that I drank throughout the movie, hoping vainly that it would yet have something to do with Christmas. 

I had located the title as the first movie listed for the year 2013 at an article at QCAapproved.com titled The Complete List of Hallmark Christmas Movies.

The bad choice I made was titled The Thanksgiving House (or refer to HallmarkDrama.com).

American Thanksgiving movies often extend on towards or even into Christmas, so I figured that this one was going to do so as well. After all, it was listed as a Christmas movie.

It did not progress into anything related to Christmas. Consequently, I am not going to bother to make any discussion of the movie storyline nor its cast. 

At present I am home alone this fairly dank day. My younger brother left around 2:45 p.m. for the afternoon, and my eldest stepson has an afternoon / evening shift and likely left before did my brother. So my wife may be the first to be ending my solitude hereafter ─ unless she is working today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. If that latter is the case, then there is no certain telling as to who will be first arriving back home.

I watched a couple of very good videos over the latter morning with my brother, and both merit mention.

The first was an interview hosted by Dr. Joseph Mercola that was posted to BitChute four days ago ─ the video fully occupied 1½ hours and was titled Outpatient Treatments for COVID-19 Reviewed- Interview with Dr. Pierre Kory.  

I sure do wish that someone had managed to locate some ivermectin and get it to me when I was hospitalized in October with "COVID pneumonia" ─ or better yet, get it to me while I was still home and bedridden, growing progressively more helpless!

The second video was an hour and 17 minutes in duration, and was an interview performed by Liberty Coalition Canada's Michael Thiessen: Dr. Steven Pelech, PhD: The Missing Science You Need on Antibody Immunity. It was published just today at Rumble.

I am not familiar with Dr. Pelech, but he is apparently fully aware of what is going on with this ridiculous plandemic / casedemic / scamdemic. Both my brother and I wondered how it was that Dr. Pelech was still employed as a Professor of Neurology at UBC ─ usually anyone on staff who speaks out against the COVID-19 agenda gets turfed by formal academic institutions like UBC.

I applaud the professor for his courage and honesty.

The final item I have to mention is the state of my right knee ─ it is still essentially crippled following yesterday's unaccustomed long early morning walk of 5.625 miles. And since my wife seems to have just arrived home, I am going to have to end this post here.