Yesterday was a typical day of late, I suppose. It was dry, though. And my youngest stepson surprised me in the afternoon by voicing that he was set to climb atop the house roof to string up some Christmas lights where none have been before.
His plan involved a couple of strings of lights with a variety of coloured bulbs, but after he spent quite some while working, he finally came into the house as dusk descended to report that he was not happy with the lights he was working with ─ that is, one of the strings of lights lacked any blue bulbs, whereas the other string included that colour.
His concern was that his handiwork would look a tad shabby or amateurish.
And so he readied himself and headed off in the deepening dark to buy even more Christmas lights. He eventually returned with two boxes of multi-coloured light strings that are each 17 feet and eight inches in length (the string he was dissatisfied with is 23½ feet in length). However, due to darkness, the project is of course on hold, and I doubt if he will be home from work today before it is dark, so I'm not expecting anything further to be done today either.
I still haven't festooned the archway in front of our home's front door with a blend of cable lights and string lights as I have done for a number of years ─ I think that this will be the latest of any year in which I have gotten around to doing that specific decorating.
So that was yesterday.
I got to bed last night barely ahead of midnight. And then later I had just settled back into bed following a bathroom break when my cellphone began to ring ─ it was my wife. I answered, and learned that she was outside in her car ─ she had misplaced her house key.
As I recall, it was at least 3:38 a.m. She had gotten involved in partying with her boss (and friend) and others following closure of the Thai restaurant last evening at workday's end, and she was decidedly under the influence. She had also stupidly accessed our chequing account ─ which typically only contains my monthly pension anymore ─ and helped herself to $1,600 that she has to now somehow fast reimburse because I was left with less than $160 in my balance.
I only get my pension towards the end of each month, and I have no other income.
I have done no Christmas shopping, and I also have bills to pay that are coming up. I just hope that any automated monthly debits are not going to deplete that current balance before she somehow restores the money she stupidly took and blew while she was seeking to be a Big Shot with her well-to-do friends.
Can there be Christmas miracles? Or do those only happen in Christmas movies?
Concerning today, this latter morning my younger brother and I watched three rather good videos, leading off with this one that was a little under a half hour in duration and recorded two days ago ─ it ought to appeal to all Canadians: The Librti Show Ep. 28 - Our Focus – Helping Canadians Stripped of the Right to Earn a Living, with Kari Simpson.
We've seen Kari Simpson being interviewed at least once before, and she is definitely interesting. Thanks to this video, I have now signed up for the newsletter offered at the Canadian Voters Association website MyCVA.ca.
The second video was of U.S. origin, but interesting enough to Canadians because we're in the same damned fix as are Americans ─ 53 minutes in duration, the video was uploaded to BitChute three days ago: Leigh Dundas Presentation at the COVID Symposium 2 (A Legal Perspective). It leads off with a breathlessly fast, short speech Leigh made back in April that went viral and might thus make her a familiar figure to you.
The third and final video we watched was of similar duration, and uploaded to BrandNewTube five days ago: Christine Massey | C-19 "virus" has NEVER been isolated and shown to cause disease. This video ought to concern anyone of any nationality.
She and her host make some darned good points. Maybe virology truly is a sham ─ watch the full video to see why this may well be.
Apparently my brother and I have seen her interviewed before, but I do not remember the event.
Perhaps I will here mention the video series Cult of the Medics. Thus far there have been five videos in the series, and my brother and I watched the fifth one just yesterday. We've been watching them at BitChute ─ they are posted all over the place, but perhaps look for them under the channel of dwtruthwarrior. The producer of the videos is a young man by the name of David Whitehead (the"dw" in dwtruthwarrior), so this is his official BitChute channel.
Note that my brother and I watch these kinds of videos on T.V., thanks to our amazing Android TV Box.
I never got to have an afternoon nap today. I tried, but I was too keyed up once I saw my chequing account balance ─ I don't dare do any token shopping whatsoever for fear of one of those numerous automated monthly debits failing because I left too little in the account to handle the transaction.
And I was considering going out tomorrow in the latter morning when my brother goes to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work ─ I wanted to stock up on yet more beer.
Now I cannot do a damned thing until my wife somehow replaces the money. Last night she said that she had withdrawn $1,200, and not the $1,600 that I have found out to be the actual amount. I don't have any idea if she is aware of the full weight of her folly or not ─ it's a $400 difference that I am not going to allow her to get out from under!
She had to work a partial day today, so she left here this afternoon for her 4 p.m. start at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
I am going to close with a peculiar confession, for I feel rather bad about what I did.
A 'housefly' got inside yesterday ─ probably when my youngest stepson got involved in setting up the Christmas lights outside. I failed to trap it that afternoon, so I renewed my efforts today.
I had a cardboard cup and a flat piece of cardboard to use as a cover ─ the plan was to trap the fly against the living room window, and then slide the flat cardboard across the mouth of the cup and thus trap the fly.
Well, I expected that by sliding the piece of flat cardboard across the window and over the mouth of the cup while simultaneously sliding the cup onto the cardboard, I would encourage the fly to move off the window and retreat into the depths of the rather large cardboard cup.
Evidently I attributed too much sense to the fly. What happened instead was that I virtually cut the stupid creature in half when it apparently became caught between the sliding edge of cardboard and the rim of the paper cup.
And so an attempt at an act of mercy to capture a fly and release it outside from whence it had come ... instead morphed into an execution.
In warmer months, I would have fed its corpse to some ant outside, or even some spider. But of course there is no trace of either outdoors here in Canada at this time of year. I had no other option but to discard its body onto a bit of garden where it will no doubt fast decay.
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