A Time to Remember

My younger brother and I ─ around 1955.

As projected in yesterday's post, I was able to indulge in some Bacardi Spiced Rum early last evening, doing so while racking up yet another Christmas movie ─ 2016's Broadcasting Christmas.

It was not quite what I desire and respond to in a Christmas movie, so I did not lose myself emotionally. And to be even more honest, I would have preferred to have been watching supporting actress Cynthia Gibb starring in a romantic Christmas movie than lead actress Melissa Joan Hart.

Nor am I any degree of a Dean Cain fan.

The two main characters were too far removed from any reality that I am familiar with, so I felt no affinity for them. Basically, I did not much care about their fates ─ actually, it seemed rather pathetic to me that their major goal in life was to become a co-host on a morning talk show.

I won't knowingly ever tune in the movie again. It was not bad. It just was not of much interest to me.

My wife arrived home late in the p.m. yesterday, but she was soon shut up in her bedroom. (We have separate bedrooms.) As a result, we did not communicate beyond the brief greeting exchanged with my brother and I when she came into the house.

I will be letting her know today that she absolutely has to replace a considerable amount of the money that she has taken from my chequing account by no later than early p.m. Monday, or I am going to have to let her two sons know that she has robbed me yet again and seek financial assistance from them so that I can meet some automated debits that will be hitting my chequing account on Tuesday.

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The preceding was penned quite early this morning, for I found myself awake before 6 a.m. and eventually opted to rise, recognizing that I was too agitated to find sleep possible.

My younger brother had to make that pick-up of his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so that was my opportunity to essay another exercise session out in the backyard tool shed. Attired just as I would be for the pull-ups and chin-ups out there, I registered as weighing an easy 193 pounds at my height of not quite five feet and 11 inches.

Just as was the case yesterday, although I felt fairly capable, I just could not achieve more than three pull-ups in the first set, so I continued with a further eight sets of two repetitions ─ just like yesterday.

The blame largely lies with my 73-year-old frame, I have little doubt. I should be better than this.

Once my brother was back, we were to watch two videos over the remainder of the morning, beginning with Odessa Orlewicz's 45-minute effort of yesterday: ArriveCan App Contract Was Dated For August 2019- Pre-Dating The "Pandemic" & More Shame For Canada.

Then I tuned in Max Igan's (The Crowhouse) upload to Rumble of December 23: MECHANICALLY SEPARATED SOCIETY.

Max, as usual, covered a number of topics recently relating to the scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic.

Well into the noon hour, it was time for my brother to seek some further bed rest ere heading away for the day, although he did declare that he had no New Year's Eve parties he was expected to be attending. In other words, he will be home in the evening, much as usual.

My wife had just risen and was in the bathroom, so I decided to also seek my nap before becoming embroiled with her.

To my surprise, she soon emerged from the bathroom and softly asked through my bedroom door if I was napping, and she tapped very lightly upon that door. 

I had discovered that I was unusually uneasy, so napping was not going to be a simple achievement. Thus, I was happy enough to respond to her, and so I rose and opened the door. She began to speak, but then thought better of it in case my brother would overhear, so she beckoned for me to follow her downstairs to the kitchen.

It seems that she is sickened by her addiction to that damned casino. Somehow she plans to repay on Monday what she likely believes she owes for what she took from me last week, so I did not threaten her with my plan to snitch to her sons if she did not make some restitution before Tuesday.

Thanks to her, I only have $44 and change in the account ─ she took $1,300 from it without asking, on top of another $500 in cash that I had given her beforehand at the start of the week (i.e., Monday).

She opened up quite a lot, actually. I learned that her friend and employer knows of her addiction to gambling at the casino, and my wife added that this same woman is regarded by my wife as her best friend.

My wife still plans to be flying to Italy in mid-January to visit a sister who lives in that country, and she intends to be away for two months.

In that time, she hopes to sell some property that she owns in Thailand, and go into business with her friend (and current employer). It seems that her friend possibly has three restaurants, but one of them is co-owned with a male Farang who has apparently been stealing profits.

As a result, my wife's friend hopes to buy him out; and my wife wants to go into partnership with her ─ something that she cannot possibly do in our circumstances due to how much money my wife has gambled away and the resulting great debt.

The restaurant where my wife works ─ and she had to work there this afternoon at 4 or 4:30 p.m. ─ is close to the infernal casino. Because of this casino sickness that my wife cannot cope with, she is going to cease working there. 

Her friend knows this and understands.

My wife does not fully appreciate just how much she has robbed me of. I began keeping record late last June, and by my calculation, she is in debt to me to the figure of $4,600.

I am retired ─ I only have a pension income. There is nothing else. So my greedy wife has been gambling away her wages, and then plundering my pension.

A couple or so years ago, she gambled away an indeterminate amount of money that she stole from our home's mortgage-related line of credit ─ I am probably underestimating by suggesting that it might be as much as $50,000.

And I am feebly trying to keep on top of payments to three credit cards that she is responsible for having racked up ─ in total, the debt is over $27,000 in total on those. I froze two of the cards, while the third is my only credit card and essential. I had stupidly given it to her once so that she could supposedly pay back some money she owned friends, but she took it to the casino.

She likely has credit debt of her own that she is dealing with, but keeping secret from me.

Anyway, she left especially early this afternoon because he friend (and employer) wanted her to come to her home before going to the restaurant; and my wife will be going there after work because her friend throws monstrous parties, New Year's being major. 

My wife will not be returning home this weekend ─ she spends her free time elsewhere on weekends. Consequently, if it become necessary, I will have to text her on Monday to remind her that my chequing account needs money BEFORE Tuesday ... otherwise, I will have to reveal all to her sons and seek a few hundred dollars from them to cover upcoming debits that my account faces as of Tuesday.

No doubt, she will be texting me around midnight tonight in celebration, and that will be nice. But I will be here at home. I have been unable to afford to do anything outside of the house for over a decade.

I do not feel like blogging any further about this. 

I will close, only stating that we had much rain last evening and for a long while overnight; and even today, there have been efforts to rain, although we did have some breaks of sunshine that were exceedingly brilliant (it has been so long since I have experienced sunlight that I am unaccustomed to it).

Fortunately, we are well above freezing, and this is to remain so for the foreseeable future.

This will be my New Year's Eve ─ T.V. and some drinking here at home, and in the company of my inebriated brother whenever he makes it back. 

Hooray. This is all I have to show for marrying a poor Thai mother of two sons back in 2005.

Wishes

Joy Trinidad Roberts (Twitter account)

Early last evening I managed to enjoy another Christmas movie ─ one that had the vaguest familiarity a time or two, just as was the case the day before. So either these movies are using strikingly similar plotlines as was used in other Christmas movies, or else I managed to see the movies when I happened to be very drunk.

Last evening's movie was 2016's A Wish for Christmas featuring very attractive Lacey Chabert, who is no stranger to such movies. Her male lead was very familiar and handsome Paul Greene, also becoming a fixture in Christmas movies.

The Bacardi Spiced Rum that I indulged in during the movie ensured that I was kept emotionally invested, so I did indeed enjoy the feature.

I actually began to watch a second Christmas movie, but very early into it I saw my younger brother arriving home from his daily socializing an hour or more earlier than usual, so I scotched the play. Heck, I now cannot even remember what movie it was.

During the course of our long evening of T.V. viewing via our Android TV Box, I included a movie of a different sort. I was doubtful, though, that my brother was going to care for it, so I said that we'd just give it 15 minutes to see how it was.

The movie was 1998's Sliding Doors, featuring a rather young-looking Gwyneth Paltrow ─ whom I happen to like. I was rather surprised, though, by how scrawny she seemed in at least one scene wherein her shoulders and arms were bared.

Gwyneth sounded to have a convincing English accent in the movie, and between that and the other United Kingdom accents of the movie characters ─ and how endearing Gwyneth's character was in the two scenarios being played out in the movie ─ there was never any mention of the 15-minute trial concerning the movie's quality.

It was clearly a top drawer production. Oddly, however, I see in the Wikipedia write-up of the movie that one of the two versions of Gwyneth's character dies, and I just cannot recall such an eventuality. I can only remember both of the characters being wheeled on gurneys in a hospital ─ there would not be any need for this in the case of one of her characters if she had died in her new boyfriend's arms after she was struck by a motor vehicle and killed.

Was my alcohol consumption by that point addling my wits?

Perhaps I may replay that final sequence of the movie and try to get straight what I may be mis-remembering.

My brother and I watched T.V. until maybe 12:30 a.m., so it was at least 1 a.m. by the time I was into bed. As yet, my wife had not come home after her full day working at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time. We have separate bedrooms, so I do not recall ever hearing her ─ it was only when I used the bathroom after 7 a.m. that I saw her bedroom door to be closed, so I knew that she was home.

This lateness of course signifies that she was partying after work, and an online check of my chequing account revealed that the measly $144 and change that she had left me after pillaging most of my pension this past Wednesday had been further reduced by a $100 withdrawal at the ATM at the casino (that she is addicted to) near where she works.

She could not even leave me better than a hundred dollars ─ if there is a hundred dollars to take, she will rob it from me.

She had to work another full day today, but she didn't emerge from her bedroom until around 9:45 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready ─ she has a fairly long drive to get to the restaurant that opens at 11 a.m. Consequently, I had little opportunity to speak with her ─ but at least my brother was not yet back from leaving to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work.

I merely pointed out as she was rushing to leave that she owes my account a lot of money ─ between the $500 in cash that I gullibly gave her on Monday, and the money she robbed me of thereafter, she has deprived me of $1,800.

That account is going to require around $300 to be in it for Tuesday because I have a couple of charitable donations that are automatically normally debited from it on the 1st, and a life insurance payment normally on the 3rd. 

Since the 1st falls on the New Year's long weekend, it is possible that the charitable donation debits will not take place until after Monday ─ in other words, the 3rd. The $44 in the account at present is inadequate ─ combined, they amount to at least $81. The life insurance payment is just under $209.

If she is unable to replace that money this weekend, then I am going to have to alert her two sons to what she has done to me, and they become furious over her gambling ─ she fears them. 

Yet not enough to stop gambling.

Will she come home sensibly this evening? I have no idea. Of late she has not had to work on Saturdays until 4 or 4:30 p.m., so if that holds true I may not be able to speak with her until tomorrow midday or early afternoon. 

I cannot speak with her if my brother is present, for he knows nothing of her vice and my stupidity for enduring this financial abuse. Thus, even if she comes home sensibly late this evening, he will be present, for we will be watching our shows together.

And once she goes to work tomorrow mid-afternoon, she will not be back until after the weekend ─ she spends her free time on weekends elsewhere. And that will be the more so since she will be partying madly for New Year's with her friends. I might well not even see her again until Tuesday ─ and that will be too late. The money needs to be in the account before the midnight start of that day.

Is it any damned wonder that I am so effing depressed as I watch my life drain away as a helpless 73-year-old who has no friends anywhere near, does not drive, and cannot afford to publicly socialize even once a month?

Enough on this topic.

I may as well mention the video fare my brother and I watched this morning.

First we watched three fairly short ones uploaded to Rumble by Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls): "A new A Warrior Calls series with Robbie Cressman".

• Canadian Brilliance Ep 1: BILL UNDERWOOD - Little Giant Killer Birth of Canada's Fighting System

• Canadian Brilliance Ep 2: CAMP X - Canada's Secret Spy Training

• Canadian Brilliance Ep 3: AVRO ARROW - Elite Fighter Jet

The first episode was the most interesting for me.

Then I tuned in a Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson episode uploaded to Rumble on December 27: 23 Children Have Died And No One Is Talking About It.

Dr. William Makis will join us to talk about the mystery of children dying from the flu, the increase of respiratory viruses post lockdown and the large number of vaccinated in the hospitals.

Show Resources: https://bit.ly/3PT34g1

The video was over 1¼ hours long (1:19:00), and definitely a good one.

The weather is remaining well above freezing, and this afternoon we even had some weak sunshine making attempts.

I thought that I was feeling capable enough to tackle some pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed around 1 p.m. while my brother was having some bed rest before leaving for the day to again socialize, but I disappointed myself.

I could only manage three repetitions in the first set, so I had eight further sets of just two repetitions each. After some push-ups, I came into the house and weighed myself dressed just as I had been out in the shed, and was unhappy to see that I was possibly as much as 193 pounds ─ two days earlier, I was 190 / 191 pounds.

This is almost disheartening.

And added to the distress I am feeling about my finances, I feel like hitting that Bacardi Spiced Rum again. Since I must first tend to three chores, I am going to bring this post to a close and clear them away.

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Another deep dive into corruption (J. Dubai). I have left myself no time for a needed afternoon nap, despite being awake long before 7 a.m. after not likely getting to bed last night until after 1:30 a.m.

In my rage last afternoon upon discovering that my wife helped herself to $1,200 of my monthly pension that had arrived that day ─ and helping herself after having me give her $500 two days before ─ I sent her this text at 5:43 p.m. because I believed that she was at a casino gambling away our money. :

So there goes my pension -- you just can't give that damned casino enough of our money!

If you do not have a very good explanation of what you have done and how you intend to replace all $1,700 of the money of mine that you have taken the past two days, I am going to tell both of your sons at 9 pm exactly.

This is insane!!

I had believed her to be having the day off work, for Wednesdays are normally a free day from the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. So when she had gone out late in the morning, I assumed it was to run errands.

Then in the afternoon, I saw that she was withdrawing my pension money ─ from an ATM at the casino, which is located near where she works. Since her place of employment is quite far from here, and she had expressed the evening previous how unhappy she is working at the restaurant, it seemed logical to me that she had gone to that area to gamble.

Her reply came very quickly thereafter:

I took $1,200 just show for my delivery from Thailand, I put its back tonight after work sorry

So she was actually working at the restaurant ─ I had no way of knowing, since she had not said anything before. As for the "delivery from Thailand", she was referring to another of her periodical large orders of products from The iCon Group which she resells to her friends and other people interested in the products, for my wife does undersell anyone else ─ I do give her that.

Thus she was largely innocent, perhaps, of my convictions of her behaviour.

This did considerably ease my distress, although I did tune in a Christmas movie and had several ounces of Bacardi Spiced Rum during it so as to help me become immersed into the movie ─ 2017's A Rose for Christmas.

It seems to me that I may have watched the film in the past, but it is only a suspicion. If I did see it before, I must have been very drunk.

I do find lead actress Rachel Boston to be quite appealing, and her co-star Marc Bendavid usually plays very likeable characters, as was the case here.

I actually worked myself up into an extended tearful outburst at God for my life's miserably helpless plight that sees me unable to get extricated from the crushing debt that I have allowed my wife to bury me under.

After my younger brother was home into the early latter evening, one of the features we were to watch was another of the short movies in the Edgar Wallace Mysteries series ─ this time, it was July 1962's Time to Remember.

We watched it on T.V. via a browser app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, using the Yandex search engine to find a source at this OK.ru link.

Not exactly incidentally, but as of this afternoon, my wife has yet to replace any money back into my chequing account. But at least she came home in the latter evening yesterday and evidently avoided any partying or casino activity.

She also avoided me, for she did not remain up for very long, retiring for the night relatively soon after getting home. She and I have separate bedrooms.

And then this morning, since she had to work a full day, she did not rise until she only had time to shower and otherwise ready herself for the quite long drive ─ the restaurant opens at 11 a.m. Now the question is: Will she come home promptly after work tonight, or will she screw up?

I cannot keep living with this uncertainty and stress.

Changing topics now, among the videos that my brother and I were to watch this morning was a fairly short zinger uploaded to Rumble on Christmas Eve by mariazeee: Counter-Terrorism Teams Deployed Against Peaceful Australians Labelled as "Conspiracy Theorists".

Australian Police have announced counter-terrorism teams will be monitoring “anti vax conspiracy theorists” who show “concerning behaviour” (which they regard “conspiracy theories” as).

They are also encouraging Australians to report anyone who engages in what they deem as “conspiracy theories” to contact police directly, or contact crime stoppers.

They advise they will be looking at all social media material for conspiracy theories being posted, who is looking at those sites, where those people are located, with a plan to “go and speak to them”.

Please share this message to let Australians know we have done nothing wrong, we are not afraid, and we will not be silent.

This is getting to be far too intolerant. Those promoting this level of tyranny are going to have to be taken right down ─ we cannot keep putting up with such bastards.

And although it took some while to get particularly interesting, another quite good video was uploaded two days ago to Rumble by Vaccine Choice Canada: James Roguski - Secret Information Revealed.

The WHO just released a 46-page document revealing the proposed amendments to the International Health Regulations. This information has been kept secret for months but James Roguski has just obtained this document and is here to alert us of its alarming ramifications and to share his “Call To Action."

Prevent Genoside: https://preventgenocide2030.org/

The Peoples Amendments: https://jamesroguski.substack.com/p/the-peoples-amendments-to-the-international

Actions for Canadians: https://preventgenocide2030.org/actions/canada/

James Roguski: https://jamesroguski.substack.com

I was toying with the idea of undertaking a long walk either this evening, or else going to bed relatively early and tackling it in the wee a.m. However, I have decided to wait until the passage of New Year's Eve / New Year's Day, and see if I can resolve to be more steadfast about walking the narrow way ─ I am too sick of my afternoon conduct to be able to manage aught in the present, having little heart for much at all.

I want to mention a curious incident that befell yesterday morning when my brother was leaving to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work. When he opened the front door to leave, he found a paper bag from Subway ─ it was fairly damp, so must have been out there for much of the night.

It contained three unwrapped Subway sandwiches.

Neither of my stepsons owned up to placing any order.

I have since eaten one submarine sandwich, and my brother another ─ mine was either a salmon or tuna sandwich, tasting much like the mashed fish had come from a can.

My brother conjectures that the delivery driver must have gotten lost, and would surely have made the delivery after everyone here had gone to bed, for he otherwise would have knocked or rung the doorbell. I do not exactly recall when I retired for the night prior, but it was most likely after 1 a.m.

What is additionally odd is that a raccoon or skunk did not sniff out the feast and find it first.

Anyway, since I am planning on remaining home tonight, perhaps I will have more Bacardi Spiced Rum and watch a movie ─ possibly another Christmas film.

My Time of Further Duress

Early last evening I managed to watch yet another Christmas movie. I did not have much faith that it would be one that I would enjoy, but my doubts were mislaid. The movie was 2015's Rodeo & Juliet. 

"Rodeo" happened to be the name of a horse that City Girl Juliet quickly grew to love after her mother forced her into leaving New York City to spend a couple of weeks at the horse farm that had belonged to the mother's father ─ i.e., Juliet's grandfather.

Juliet had never met her late grandfather, for her mother had bailed on her country life 20 years earlier to make something of herself in the city. And now the mother had to return to the family farm to deal with the estate of her father.

The mother was played by a too-beautiful and young-looking actress named Krista Allen who was unknown to me, but who apparently had the lead in an erotic 1994 T.V. series called Emmanuelle in Space.

The teen daughter was also played by an unknown-to-me actress ─ Nadine Crocker.

Both actresses looked darned good in tight jeans! And there was a scene taking place in a barn dance where Nadine wore a tight black dress with a slit all the way up the leg ─ the thigh that was occasionally revealed was top-notch in my books.

The movie was not really a Christmas movie at all, for Christmas was only a nominal background feature that did not figure into the story. But even so, I did enjoy the movie ─ and it afforded me the opportunity to drink my last two cans of average strength (5.5% alcohol) beer while having a good shot of spiced rum with each of them.

I intended to see if I would be able to wean myself from much drinking today, but my wife has deflated that goal. She went out late this morning to supposedly discharge some errands ─ I hope that one of them was to pay her car insurance and renew her I.D., for two days ago I gave her $500 towards that purpose.

Well, early this afternoon I checked my chequing account online to see if the remainder of my monthly pension had been deposited, for I had received an advance on it ahead of Christmas.

Yes, it had been deposited ... but my wife had already taken $900 of it, leaving me something over $500. I paid a couple of small bills, and then tried to pay $400 against a larger bill (I had hoped to pay $500), but the transaction would not complete ─ the claim was that there were insufficient funds remaining in the account, even though I was seeing well over $400 in it.

So I logged out, and checked the account again a little later. I then saw the problem ─ my wife had taken a further $300 from it, leaving me $144 and change.

So that is $1,700 that she has taken from me these past two days, and there is no way that she is getting away with this. Much of that money was intended for credit card bills I am responsible for that she racked up and left me indebted to. 

Also, the January mortgage payment will be due around the 22nd. I will be getting an unknown amount in a quarterly RRIF payment mid-January that has varied in the past from something under $300 to over $500, but my wife in the past has gotten to that money before I have had a chance to withdraw it to have it safely on hand.

She is a gambling addict, so I have no bloody idea what is going on with her today. She normally does not visit a casino until late at night on days when she has had to work ─ there is a casino near the restaurant where she is employed. That she might actually be away gambling while she is perfectly sober defies my understanding and tolerance.

As I said, I will require an explanation from her. But if she does not come home by mid-evening, then I am going to inform her sons ─ or whichever of them is home if both of them are not.

This effing insanity has to stop.

And the woman thinks that she is going to fly off to Italy in mid-January to spend two months there on a visit to a sister who has made that country her home? 

Not with any help from me!

I have to get off this topic.

Despite last evening's bit of drinking ─ which actually was not all that serious ─ I did not feel too poorly this morning. When my brother left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, I was actually feeling somewhat eager to get out to the backyard tool shed to tackle some exercising.

I did quite well, matching my recent maximums in repetitions for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups: 5 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2.

I did not weigh myself, but two mornings ago while fully dressed for the tool shed, I was around 190 / 191 pounds at just under five feet and 11 inches ─ I am 73 years old, as well. But that morning, I could manage no more than three repetitions in the first set, and just two in all of the others, so I added three extra sets just to jack up the total repetitions.

Anyway, I felt rather good about myself this morning, for I had begun feeling concern that I had backslid such that it was going to be a long while before I would ever manage those former totals.

Prior to my brother leaving for Bev, we had watched a fairly short upload recorded yesterday by Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls): AI Dominion Games Ep 11: DEADBEAT PARENTS IN AR SUICIDE GAMES.  

The description accompanying that video is far too lengthy and admittedly dreary for me to care to be reproducing here.

Once my brother was back this morning, we watched a couple of more interesting videos, beginning with a December 22 upload to Rumble by Tessa Lena (Tessa Fights Robots) that was a little over an hour in duration (1:08:07): Federation of State Medical Boards: Tessa Lena Talks to Dr. Bruce Dooley.

Then I tuned in a November 5 upload to YouTube that was not too much shy of being 1½ hours (1:23:48): How Elites Will Create a New Class of Slaves | Whitney Webb | The Glenn Beck Podcast | Ep 162.

Journalist Whitney Webb has worked to uncover some of the most dangerous stories of our lifetime, and she joins Glenn to reveal just how eye-opening it’s been. Her new two-volume book, “One Nation Under Blackmail: The Sordid Union Between Intelligence and Crime that Gave Rise to Jeffrey Epstein,” examines Epstein’s elaborate network of corruption and power, from Bill Clinton to Ghislaine Maxwell and many more. Her research into transhumanism has given her a terrifying perspective on the World Economic Forum and tech elites, including Elon Musk. And she tells Glenn the dark truth about Biden’s push for electric vehicles that she noticed while living in Chile.

I was tickled that at the video's conclusion, my brother offered that Whitney is an unusually bright young woman.

I am going to conclude this post here today. The rain stopped at some point overnight, and temperatures are remaining quite mild ─ well above freezing.

Had my wife left my money alone today, I would have gone out after dark for the walk to withdraw the bulk of what remained after I had paid the bills that I wanted to clear. But that grasping woman got to my money first.

Why does she bother working? She blows her money, and then goes to town on mine.

I am going to hit that bottle of spiced rum ─ I need to annul the pain I am presently feeling.

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The Great Unwashed

Although I held off on the drinking yesterday until the late afternoon when I tuned in 2015's Wish Upon a Christmas, I engaged the drinking with some gusto. I lined up a couple of cans of Cariboo Genuine Draft (5.5% alcohol) beer and complemented each one with a good shot of Bacardi Spiced Rum.

The rum was a 1.14-litre bottle that my younger brother had given me for Christmas, and the beer was from a 12-can pack that was one of the gifts from my two stepsons.

I have been hitting both the beer and the rum rather hard, for there are only two cans remaining of the original dozen, and I have gone through a quarter to a third of the rum.

Not all last evening, of course! But I did drink quite a lot of beer yesterday, including two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo Malt that I seek to keep myself supplied with.

As well as the beer and some further spiced rum, I even had a couple of glasses of Domain D'Or Red wine. 

The point of this is to illustrate that by the time I got to bed last night shortly after 1 a.m., I had set myself up to have another rough morning. I was into a hangover even before I was out of bed this morning, for I dehydrated and found myself unable to relax into further sleep even before daybreak.

As I type these words into the latter afternoon, I am feeling somewhat antsy ─ I want to get back into some drinking again to remove the apprehension and uneasiness I am presently experiencing.

But to return to Wish Upon a Christmas, I did enjoy it, even though it was formulaic ─ but it was a formula that I happen to like in my Christmas movies.

Even so, I was not all that enamoured of lead actress Larisa Oleynik, whom I cannot say I am familiar with despite her lengthy acting credits which suggest that I have surely seen her in the past.

Larisa simply did not appeal to me in biological terms. However, we all have different tastes, so I am not going to stoop so low as to start dissecting why she lacked this appeal.

Lead actor Aaron Ashmore is visually very familiar to me, even if his name is not. I have seen him in so very many T.V. series that I am no longer surprised by these appearances.

How is it, I wonder, that he is so recognizable, while Larisa seems entirely unfamiliar to me?

Anyway, yes, I enjoyed the movie; but I will not mind if I never see it again in a Christmas lineup.

While I watched this movie, my wife ─ who had been home the entire day ─ largely remained in her bedroom watching entertainment of her choosing on her tablet. It has been years since she displayed any effort to share in whatever entertainment that I might have playing on T.V.

Once my brother arrived home towards 9:30 p.m. from his daily socializing, I lined us up with an old Christmas movie that we had abandoned around midday yesterday or the day before ─ 1950's Trail of Robin Hood, a rather nostalgic Roy Rogers Western.

It has been a long, long time since I have watched Roy Rogers in anything! Anyone unfamiliar with, but curious about, this movie ought to check out the Wikipedia link just to see the roster of other 'old time' Western cowboy stars.

Attractive lead actress Penny Edwards looked pretty impressive in her Western outfit. I would never have guessed that one day the woman would die at the age of 70 of lung cancer.

The movie's child actress Carol Nugent is still around today, evidently, and is 85 years old.

Other than Roy, the only actor I recognized visually (but could never have named) was Gordon Jones. My brother was unable to claim similarly, however. I just happen to remember Gordon from movies and probably T.V. shows that I watched when I was young. Yet he was not to live beyond the age of 51.

Returning now to the topic of my wife, she had to work today, so she was up from her bed shortly after 9:30 a.m. to start readying for her long day at the Thai restaurant where she works. It opens at 11 a.m.

I hope she does not get stupid after work and gamble away the $500 in cash that I gave her yesterday to pay for car insurance and renewal of her I.D. January is likely going to be a tough month ─ it truly will if she blows that money foolishly, for I have nothing to show for having been paid approximately half of my monthly pension just ahead of Christmas. The $500 was just about all that remained of that advance.

My wife normally has Wednesdays off work, so if that holds for tomorrow, then she may well go astray this evening ─ her friends are unaware of her gambling addiction, and she is easily influenced by them. A casino is very near to where the restaurant is located. 

Our next monthly mortgage payment will be due on January 22 ─ there is absolutely no room for any waste of our resources.

I think that it has been raining ever since late last afternoon ─ rarely has a large snowfall of a foot or more hereabouts been eradicated so swiftly.

I am going to conclude this post here, even though it is shortly after 5 p.m. Due to circumstances, I have not had a bath since last Thursday, and I do not much care to prolong the neglect.

Besides, it will help delay the inevitable start of any further drinking. As I said earlier, I am feeling unpleasantly anxious.

Boxing Day 2022

It took me a little effort last night to compel myself to go to bed ─ the urge to remain up to continue drinking, and to maybe even watch a Christmas movie ─ was powerful. 

And if yesterday's post had been handwritten instead of typed, it would have finished as a nearly illegible scribble.

My brother arrived home from his daily socializing while I was first working on that post in the mid-evening, so I had to suspend its completion until into the a.m. after my brother retired for the night.

When he and I were watching T.V. together via our Android TV Box, I was unfortunately unable to continue one of the Christmas movies that we had broken from during the midday ─ there were only two sources for it, and that evening neither of them was functioning.

So I tuned in a 1951 Bob Hope feature titled The Lemon Drop Kid. It was ridiculously unlikely, but nevertheless quaintly enjoyable.

We concluded our viewing with this year's very interesting and action-filled Violent Night. I only just now have learned that the actress who played a controlling wealthy matriarch was Beverly D'Angelo ─ when the actress was younger, she was damned hot!

As I watched the movie, I figured that whomever the actress was, she likely was very attractive when she was young. Now I know.

By the way, before my brother got home that evening, I watched a good 2015 movie titled The Spirit of Christmas. Actress Jen Lilley was a treat to watch.

Alas, I must have been getting rather drunk over the course of the movie. I cannot clearly remember if Daniel ─ the murder victim who appears in his physical form every year for the 12 days just prior to Christmas, and who Jen Lilley's character was to 'fall in love' with ─ got to remain a living man after the mystery of his death some 93 years earlier was resolved, or if Jen was going to have to deal with only ever seeing him each year for 12 days.

Good for Daniel if he got to remain a living man and have a normal life with Jen's character ... but it does seem preposterous. Why him and not any number of far more worthy humans whose lives were cut short?

But enough about movies. I will only say that I hope to watch at least one Christmas movie before my brother returns home this evening (he left early in the afternoon to once again 'socialize').

My wife apparently did not have to work today. And that has cost me ─ she almost begged me for $500 with which to pay her car insurance, and to renew her expiring I.D. She has been home the day because both today and tomorrow are probably public holidays, so neither of those two chores were possible at this time.

Tomorrow, though, the Thai restaurant where she is employed will likely open up for business, so I expect that she will have to work that day and thus not be here.

I gave her the $500, but doing so almost exhausted my cash on hand. She is definitely going to have to pay it back as soon as possible, for we've got January's mortgage payment to worry about ─ it is usually debited from my chequing account on the 22nd of each month, but the account at present only has $79 and change.

My brother's girlfriend Bev had to work today, so he left here this morning to pick her up at 10 a.m. and drive her to work. My wife was not yet up, so I braved some exercising out in the backyard tool shed ─ specifically, the sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were the challenge. I have of late had little exercise, and been doing considerable drinking.

My performance was telling. I performed nine sets in all; and for repetitions, I managed three in the first set, and then just two in each of the others. I weighed myself afterwards while fully dressed as I was in exercising, and registered around 190 / 191 pounds.

Always keep in mind my age ─ I am 73, and not quite five feet and 11 inches in height. That is a fair amount of weight for someone my age to be hauling up and down.

After my brother was back home from his errand, we watched a couple of videos, beginning with the December 21 upload to Rumble by Canadians for Truth: [FIRE & ICE LIVE SHOW] "Pastor Artur Pawlowski".

Theo Fleury and Jamie Salé sit down with Artur Pawlowski, a well known advocate for the poor and the homeless, Canadian clergyman, and civil & human rights activist.

I very much enjoyed that one. It was a little more than an hour (1:09:07) in duration.

The second video was an episode of Open Mike with Michael Thiessen that was uploaded to Rumble on November 19, and was well over 1½ hours (1:40:09): Deanna McLeod Pt. 2: Myocarditis and the Vaccines.

On this week's episode of OPEN MIKE, Mike is joined once again by Canadian Covid Care Alliance (CCCA) clinical researcher Deanna McLeod, founder of Kaleidoscope Strategies and Covid Sense, this time to talk about the serious side effects of the COVID vaccinations. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WANT TO MISS THIS!

Episode Resources:   https://www.canadiancovidcarealliance.org/; Mike's previous episode with Deanna: https://rumble.com/vontob-episode-66-deanna-mcleod-kaleidoscope-strategies-covid-sense.html.

We had previously watched the first interview not a week ago, I would say.

I am going to close today's post here, even though it is only around 4:30 p.m. My final words concern the weather ─ I hear it raining outside at present; and overnight last night, we remained in the double digits of Celsius, so our snow is dramatically disappearing.

The mild temperature made exercising out in the tool shed considerably more attractive, for there have been occasions when the bars that I must use for pull-ups and chin-ups were so cold that it was almost too much to bear. In truth, the cold of the metal bars kept me from going out there on more than one occasion!

Alright, I have restrained myself from having a drink all day long. I can wait no longer.

Christmas Day 2022

This post may be aborted, for it is mid-evening Christmas Day, and I have no true time for blogging.

The day has not been at all memorable, but I have had far worse Christmases.

Following yesterday's post, I added my Christmas T.V. viewing (via our Android TV Box) to include the very nice 2015 movie Magic Stocking. Actress Bridget Regan is absolutely striking, and I have been a fan of hers since the T.V. series The Last Ship.

Of course I watched Magic Stocking without my younger brother's presence. But once he was home, I tuned in 1949's Holiday Affair. Who doesn't know of actor Robert Mitchum? ─ but it was Janet Leigh who interested me. I recognized her name, but she is not an actress visually familiar to me. She looked especially young in this movie, and was approximately a decade younger than Bob Mitchum.

Heck, that movie was released in my birth year ─ I came along in October, so it was filmed well ahead of my coming into existence.

Sobering.

My brother came home too late for us to watch another movie, so that had to await this morning.

I left all of the Christmas lights aglow overnight, and was up this morning before anyone else. My youngest stepson was soon enough to follow ─ he had his day mapped out. His girlfriend Emma was coming around 10:45 a.m. to pick him up and take him over to her parents' home for Christmas dinner ─ with all of the local extended family.

And afterwards, she was supposed to be taking him to her grandparents' home.

I expressed that I would be terrified by the prospect of all of this, and he admitted that he definitely was too.

He left before my brother rose and joined me.

My stepson had distributed the gifts he and his brother had gotten for us; and I had laid out my gifts to the two lads near to where they both were asleep, since I had gotten up before anyone else.

When I finally did have my brother's company, I tuned in the 1950 movie The Great Rupert, a Jimmy Durante feature. However, I found young actress Terry Moore to be of considerable interest to me. The attractive young woman is still living today and is 93 years old ─ not so young anymore!

Unfortunately, the movie was quite ridiculous ─ definitely a B movie by my grading.

My brother and I got into another old movie, but I had to suspend it because it was into the noon hour by then and he had his daily socializing to leave for. We will finish watching the feature this evening after he gets home, so I will try to report a little on it tomorrow.

When he left, I watched one further movie before seeking a nap, for I had begun drinking following my first morning coffee.

The movie I selected was 2015's Merry Kissmas featuring attractive actress Karissa Lee Staples. It was a little hoaky, but I enjoyed it regardless.

After I was in bed seeking that nap, I heard my wife finally come home to prepare the Christmas dinner she had promised yesterday that she would come here to cook for us.

I nevertheless napped, for I was well affected by my drinking.

She was downstairs cooking when I rose a while later.

I took the opportunity to tune in yet another Christmas movie ─ 2015's Murder, She Baked: A Plum Pudding Mystery. 

Apparently there are a few Murder, She Baked movies, of which I was unaware. Alas, I was conversationally involved ─ and even had my supper ─ at the dining table with my wife, so I never did immerse myself into the movie.

I will confess that lead actress Alison Sweeney is voluptuously desirous, but so was her T.V. mother as presented by actress Barbara Nivens. Even so, I was not immersed into the movie.

This ludicrous Blogger platform restricts us from allowing more than a 200-character contribution to our individual posts, and I was notified that I had exceeded my limit for this post.

Why is there a limit? I have no idea. 

Nonetheless, I see myself left with scant choice but to conclude my post here. My brother and I watched a couple of further movies worth mentioning, and my youngest stepson eventually came home too ─ topics perhaps worthy noting.

But it is approaching 1:30 a.m. Boxing Day and thus no longer Christmas Day, so I am going to conclude this post here on this diatinctly rainy night. 

Christmas Eve 2022

Rain has predominated throughout last night and the day, so our foot of snow is reduced to possibly as little as five inches. If this continues overnight tonight, we will be near to having some bare areas.

My wife dutifully came home in the latter evening yesterday following her full day working at the Thai restaurant. However, she remains fairly non-communicative.

Is it because she feels deservedly guilty for not helping out with the monthly mortgage payment two days ago? I see that she took $20 from my very low chequing account to cover a $19.80 charge at a nearby private liquor store today. 

My account now only has $79 and change.

She asked me this afternoon if my younger brother's girlfriend Bev was going to be here tomorrow to help with a Christmas dinner or supper, so I told her that Bev had decided not to come at all because she had to work both today and the day following Christmas ─ to be here tomorrow would be to run the risk of not only over-drinking and having a wretched Monday Boxing Day at work; but she would also not have access to her usual morning routine in getting herself ready for her workday.

She works at a combination bowling alley and pub.

Anyway, learning this, my wife said that she would come tomorrow to cook us a Thai-style dinner or supper (I regard dinner as a midday or at least an afternoon meal, whereas supper is an evening feed).

So that will be very nice to have her present for however long that presence may prove to be. There is gift-giving in store, after all.

While I was watching an early evening Christmas movie yesterday, my late old friend William A.G.'s ladyfriend Sandy phoned, but I did not take the call. Consequently, I feel obligated to phone her later this afternoon ─ first, though, I want to watch a Christmas movie and imbibe some red wine.

The movie is actually part two to the movie I watched last evening ─ 2015's Karen Kingsbury's The Bridge - Part 1. Part two was released the following year.

Part one was enjoyable, and as usual I found the lead actress to become more and more fetching ─ in this instance, it was Katie Findlay. 

I correctly placed a supporting actress's seeming familiarity ─ namely, Andrea Brooks. In the movie she is and looks considerably younger than she does in her role as usually villainous Eve of the Supergirl series.

And hard as it seems for me to reconcile this, a rather handsome maturing actor (Ted McGinley) who had the role of being one of the couple who owned The Bridge bookstore, is the same actor who portrayed the vain, high-energy neighbour of the Bundys on Married... with Children. In the movie, he is a thoughtful, kindly, and almost serenely stable sort of guy ─ nothing at all like Jefferson D'Arcey who inexplicably became involved with and married the notoriously flat-chested and insecure Amanda Bearse character, Marcy, in the Married... with Children series.

His wife in the movie is Faith Ford, and she looks pretty good. I of course became familiar with Faith Ford back when she was a regular on the Murphy Brown T.V. series. Back then she looked so physically frail to me, and that has not changed.

Anyway, I want to watch the sequel movie, so I am going to keep this post relatively short.

My wife had to work the latter part of today, beginning at the restaurant's 4:30 p.m. re-opening (it closes each day for maybe 1½ hours in the mid-afternoon), so she left us on the rather long drive quite early after mid-afternoon.

By the way, she was very fortunate that a lot of 'goodies' that she had in her car's trunk were not stolen overnight or early this morning. When my brother was leaving to drive over and pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, I noticed that my wife's car's trunk was open by maybe 1½ feet. It had apparently been that way since last night after she got home.

According to her, she was unable to open it at work as she was about to leave for home ─ it opens electronically via the key fob.

What may have happened is that the memory to open was retained electronically, and once the rain and milder temperatures removed the icy hold that had frozen the trunk shut, it then just sprang partially open.

My wife said that her eldest son had told her that he heard her car "beeping" last night, so I expect that was the reason ─ the trunk was left open.

Apparently some rain did find its way into the trunk, but I do not know if there was any actual damage. And yes, I did go out and close the trunk when I noticed it open this morning.

While my brother was away to fetch his girlfriend Bev, I went out to our backyard tool shed to tackle some pull-ups and chin-ups for the first time since possibly last Wednesday. First, though, I weighed myself as fully dressed as I was going to be for that activity ─ I was at least 190 pounds, and maybe even 191.

I settled on six sets, and my repetitions in those sets were 4 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2. 

I felt that I absolutely had to get in that bit of exercise, for I certainly am unlikely to be getting any exercise tomorrow!

Okay, I am going to take a break and go and watch the Christmas movie sequel.

oooooooooooooo

I'm now half lit on two glasses of red wine ─ I only had my one earlier meal today, with no snacks, so there is nothing in my stomach at present to buffer the effect of the alcohol.

The movie was danged good ─ 2016's Karen Kingsbury's The Bridge - Part 2. Towards its finish, the wine got me into an emotional state that I was able to vent because I have been home alone at present (it is now 6:57 p.m.).

The rain has maintained, but I have all of our outdoor Christmas lights ablaze ─ we still have several inches of sloppy snow all over the surfaces out there.

Once my younger brother has returned home from his socializing, I am going to focus on Christmas movies this evening for us ─ depending upon when he shows up, that ought to spell just three at most, I expect. I doubt that he will show up this side of 9 p.m.

As for Sandy, I was just about to phone her ─ I actually had the house phone in hand ─ when she called me!

Fortunately, she is at her mother's home where the family has gathered, and will be there until sometime on Boxing Day when her step-father will drive her home. As a result of not having time on her hands (unlike the case when she is alone at her apartment), she did not have much time to talk ─ nor was she focused, clearly being distracted.

So this was a token call, and did not last anywhere near 10 minutes. Heck, she was so distracted that in rushing into the closure of our conversation, she thanked me for calling her!

As said, she had called me.

Anyway ... enough blather for today's post. I hope to have a truly enjoyable evening with my brother and the Christmas movies I select via our Android TV Box; and I hope tomorrow proves to be a rarely wonderful experience in this household.

I close with three photos that my wife took this past Tuesday from the doorway to our backyard sundeck early in the afternoon when we had little more than a foot of snow outside:

Lies, Lies, and More Lies

After my younger brother was home last evening ─ well past 10 p.m. ─ following his daily socializing, we were to watch two series finales of T.V. shows that we follow in common.

The first was for the single-season series The Innocents.

My brother never enjoyed the series, often passing out for an episode's entirety, but he remained awake for this episode ─ it was something of a thriller!

However, it ended very disappointingly. It was obvious to me that another season had been intended, for the faithful viewer is left with only his or her imagination to fathom what the aftermath of that episode's conclusion was going to be.

I must say, I grew to very much like young actress Sorcha Groundsell. So much more could have been done with her in her role in this prematurely cancelled series.

The other series whose finale we watched was the comedy (and also single-season) The Strangerers. This series also ended without a sure conclusion.

I had no idea that the woman who joined the two alien 'cadets' during the last couple or so episodes as their 'Super Supervisor' was played by actress Morwenna Banks ─ the sassy dispatcher in the T.V. series Saxondale who always made the title character so very uncomfortable because he just couldn't match wits with her.

Morwenna looks entirely different in each of those series ─ it is bizarre to me. Here she is as Vicki on Saxondale:

And here she is as the alien Super Supervisor:

Excellent actress!

By the way, actress Sarah Alexander sure looked hot in her tight outfit, portraying some sort of special alien-hunting agent. I hope to get around to watching some of her other work ─ whatever I can find that is available online.

Anyway, after our time together watching T.V. via our Android TV Box (during which I added two cans of strong ─ 8% alcohol ─ malt to the three glasses of red wine that I had drank prior to my brother's homecoming), it may have been after 1:30 a.m. by the time I was to bed. As yet, my wife ─ who had worked the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ had not yet come home.

We have separate bedrooms, so I never did hear her show up.

This morning the foot of snow that we already had was given an addition of another three or so inches, but by this time things were warming up and it was to soon begin raining lightly. Mid-morning, my brother decided to do some driveway shovelling, so I later joined him ─ I intended to go with him when he left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work. I was into my final dozen of cans of malt, and thus needed to replenish my supply at the government liquor store near where she lives ─ roughly, two miles away from us.

We were to leave around 9:45 a.m., and as yet my wife had not emerged from her bedroom ─ she was scheduled to work another full day today, and has a fairly long drive to get to the restaurant which opens at 11 a.m.

Conditions for driving were quite bad ─ even main roads had not yet been ploughed fully clear. Nevertheless, my brother was careful, and the full excursion was without mishap ─ and I now have a further two dozen cans of malt.

However, my wife had already gone by the time we returned, so I never had any involvement with her whatsoever since she left for work yesterday.

My brother and I were to watch some morning T.V. ─ three of Christopher James Pritchard's (A Warrior Calls) efforts, all of which were uploaded two days ago:

• LIES LIES & MORE LIES EXPOSED
  

This one was something of a hodgepodge, and only featured Christopher expounding, along with various video clips.

• A Warrior Answers The Call

Guest: Mike Adams, Brighteon Founder

survivalnutrition.com - How to strategically use foods, nutrients, herbs and chemical compounds stay alive and healthy during any collapse.
resilientprepping.com - The book teaches practical principles for multi-layered (redundant) survival and preparedness strategies that work on high-tech, low-tech and NO-tech scenarios.

This one was very interesting.

• Powerful Healing Technology for Mankind
  

Guests: Dr. Len Saputo, Maurice Bales

Maurice Bales, inventor of Firefly - https://balesphotonics.com/firefly-features/
Maurice Bales is an electrical engineer who holds the first U.S. patent and FDA clearance for a light machine. He was awarded five grants from NASA while working on the space shuttle, and has been employed by UC Berkeley to mentor Ph.D. students in fusion physics for two decades.

Dr. Len Saputo - http://healthmedicinecenter.net/
Len Saputo, MD, Medical Director, Internal Medicine, Orthomolecular Medicine, Pain Management with Infrared Light
Dr. Saputo graduated from UC Berkeley and Duke University Medical School. Board certified in Internal Medicine, he has been in private practice at John Muir Medical Center from 1971 to 2004. Len is a pioneer in bridging the gap between mainstream and "the new" Complementary and Alternative Medicine. He is the founder of the Health Medicine Forum, a nonprofit educational foundation, and the Health Medicine Center, and co-founder of the Health Medicine Institute for Research in Lafayette, California. Dr. Saputo is a motivational speaker, radio show host with his wife Vicki, and the author of many books and articles.
Among other publications and papers, Len is the author of "A Return to Healing — Radical Health Care Reform and the Future of Medicine" with Byron Belitsos

This one was also of considerable interest. Unfortunately, I now see that the Firefly devices are far, far beyond my financial reach.

In effect, the knowledge of this science is useless to me.

This post has taken me much too long ─ I want to cram in a Christmas movie while enjoying some red wine, so I am going to have to call it quits here.

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Another major stumble. Karabella is too much.

It is already approaching 9:30 p.m., so I have no further time for blogging. I just needed to be open as to why.

Honestly, I can say nothing further. I have imbibed three glasses of red wine while watching the 2017 Christmas movie Karen Kingsbury's Maggie's Christmas Miracle ─ which was a delight. Actress Jill Wagner succeeded in strongly winning me over. Heck, even Laura Soltis as her T.V. mom got me interested.

And has actor Luke Macfarlane ever played a bad guy?

Anyway, I am just newly back from a short (one mile round trip) hike to Shoppers Drug Mart to buy an eight-pack of Christmas gift bags of various sizes, and I also bought a $20 lottery gift pack of scratch tickets ─ now I have one each for my brother and both of my stepsons.

The mortgage was successfully debited from my chequing account early this morning ─ thankfully, my gambling-addicted wife had yesterday off work and thus was not away to risk that fund that I had sallied forth around 7 p.m. to ensure was adequate by depositing several hundred dollars into the account at an ATM nearly a mile from here.

It was so damned cold due to an occasionally gusty wind that I was walking into at a number of degrees below freezing that I had my concerns that I was not going to be able to manage the errand. I had forgotten to bring my cellphone, and was seriously wondering how I was going to handle this seeming building emergency when I was unable to phone for help.

Also thankfully, the return trip had any wind behind me, and only for a relatively short distance to my left side, so the peril was manageable.

Enough. I must close this post ─ it is now already after 9:30 p.m.

The Home Front Latest

Early last evening, my youngest stepson revealed that the SanDisk Ultra microSDXC UHS-I card that was not being accepted by my Canon PowerShot SD880 IS camera needed to have the small "Adapter" card inserted into the larger card to make it functional ─ they were a unit.

I had no idea what the smaller "Adapter" card was for, and there certainly were no instructions on the package. Why in Blazes isn't the card already assembled?

But no matter ─ my camera would still not accept the card. The camera continued to read "memory card error". 

My next step will be to see if formatting the card on my laptop will do the trick. If not, then I will likely just transfer all of the images from the full Verbatim SDHC card onto the SanDisk card. The Verbatim card is a mere eight gigabytes, whereas the SanDisk is 128 gigabytes.

I will look into all of this tomorrow ─ my wife has not had to work today, and is limiting my access to the laptop.

I also learned from my stepson that beginning in January, he will be primarily working from home. I have no idea what he will be doing, but his employer is even going to be giving him a special work desk ─ I understand that it is one of those affairs that a user stands at rather than sits down at.    

I am definitely not looking forward to having him home every day all day. As well, he tried to get me to okay getting rid of the heavy wood desk he is currently using, but it is part of an old fashioned setup that has at least a couple of other sections that are being stored in another part of the house.

It was originally a very grand affair, and only loaned to me by a former co-worker back in 2002 or so who did not have anywhere that she and her husband could keep it ─ they only lived in a small apartment.

This former co-worker and I have not been in touch for over a dozen years. In fact, I have deliberately avoided any reestablishment of contact because my irresponsible stepsons have badly damaged the desk years back. For example, there was once a drawer above where a seated person's lap would be, but the brats destroyed the drawer and it has since long ago been discarded. I honestly do not know just what other damage has been inflicted on the drawer beyond abrasions on its surface, for I lost use of the desk once my youngest stepson entered into his teens and the boys began making a den area for themselves of the lower section of the house where the desk is.

That youngster is or will be 25 years old this month, I believe.

So I am ashamed about the state of the grand old desk, and loath to have my former co-worker seek its return.

And now the kid wants to get rid of the desk? Even if it was not far too heavy to try and have brought upstairs here to my bedroom where I keep this computer, I barely have room for the tiny fold-up cheap desk that I have to use. Essentially, I got banned to here once the brothers took over 'their' den area.

We will not be getting rid of that fine old desk ─ not as long as I still live in this house.

Also early last evening, I finished watching a movie that I had to forsake a night or two previous after about 18 minutes because it had become clear that the feature was not improving and my drunken brother was disgruntled over having to bear with it.

I sat and watched the remainder of the movie early last evening, as said ─ it was 2018's Jonathan. 

What a waste of time that piece of crap was! I do not recommend it in the very least.

I never felt a shred of affinity for either of the two characters supposedly inhabiting the same body ─ the two dual personalities considered themselves to be brothers. One had use of the body from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. and was the personality who worked for a living ─ as an architect, I believe. The other personality had the body from 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. and was a night owl.

Also supposedly, somehow this dual personality body only needed four hours of sleep a night ─ that was the only way to explain how the night owl could have much of an existence.

Yet peculiarly, the transition at 7 a.m. or 7 p.m. had always occurred while the body slept ─ who the hell sleeps like that? Each of us finds ourselves awake at any hour of the day or night at different times ─ there is never an hour when we have not been awake.

The movie was so bloody full of holes.

And as I said, I felt nothing for either personality ─ they were alien to me. That is, neither of them mattered one fig to me. And how can a movie sustain the viewer if the viewer doesn't give a damn about any of the characters?

Even the nebulous ending sucked. We are left not knowing just what was happening with the two personalities.

What a useless waste of 1½ hours.

Anecdotally, supporting actress Suki Waterhouse did not seem familiar to me, but I see now that she had the lead in an exciting movie I watched two or three years ago ─ 2016's The Bad Batch.

After my brother got home last evening beyond 10 p.m., we only had time to watch an episode each of two of the series we follow in common.

I cannot recall when it was that I got to bed, but at worst it could not have been later than 1:30 a.m. ─ yet, my wife was still not home.

We have separate bedrooms, so I never was aware of her arrival.

This morning my brother had to leave to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I ventured through the foot-deep snow to engage some pull-ups and chin-ups in his absence. I first weighed myself dressed as I was going to be out in the shed, and registered at approximately 192 pounds.

I seem to be losing a little pull-up strength, only managing three repetitions in the first set, so I continued with eight further sets of two repetitions apiece.

He and I were to watch a documentary on YouTube that was not much under two hours in duration (1:50:50): Burzynski: Cancer Is Serious Business | A documentary by Eric Merola.

It can also be found at BitChute ─ present instances are here, here, and here.

My brother asked me at its conclusion what Stanislaw Burzynski's fate ─ and that of his "antineoplaston therapy" ─ were, but I could not say, since I did not know. But I see now that this documentary was merely part 1.

And so tomorrow I expect that we will likely watch the next sequence.

Also this morning we watched a 50-minute YouTube video report from earlier this year ─ it was largely sub-titled: Donbass: I'm Alive!

Mariupol survivors of Ukrainian attacks find shelter

“It’s the Azov battalion. They forced people out of their houses and into basements. Then tanks started shooting from here, from there,” a Mariupol resident shared her story with the film crew. Over 400,000 people in Mariupol had to go underground because they couldn’t leave the city. The film tracks stories of people who had to survive in Mariupol under Ukrainian shelling. Sheltering in cellars and watching Ukrainian tanks firing at residential buildings. They have all gone through hell and back. Now they’re happy to be alive and hope for a new beginning.

A Russian military officer drives across shelled Mariupol to distribute humanitarian aid. A volunteer from Texas, who came to Donbass eight years ago, as he refused to believe American propaganda, helps reunite families separated during the evacuation. A hieromonk who was taken hostage by Azov members and tortured miraculously survived and dedicated his life to studying the origins of nazism in Ukraine. A courageous OB-GYN who runs a maternity ward helped give birth to 25 women during the bombing.

Hundreds of people who got a chance to be evacuated lost connections with the rest of their families who stayed. With no cell service and internet connection, their only hope was to get a word through Russian soldiers who would find relatives and friends and relay their messages.

I know what I largely believe is happening over there ─ it is not what the newspapers and T.V. news claim.

My brother sought some bed rest following that video, and I did the same at 12:42 p.m. As of then, my wife had yet to emerge from her bedroom.

She was downstairs when I finished with my short nap, but she has not been at all communicative. That is up to her ─ she can exist in isolation, if that is her choosing.

However, tomorrow is this month's mortgage day, and I am going to have to hike the near mile to my financial institution's ATM to deposit enough cash to cover it.

As yet, my eldest stepson has not made a promised contribution, so I do not know precisely how much cash I need to deposit. Due to my wife's gambling habit, I do not want to deposit overmuch. However, I am not expecting that she will be going anywhere tonight, for she has to work a full day tomorrow at the Thai restaurant.

If I anticipate that my eldest stepson will be transferring $400 to the account, then I need only to deposit $500 in order to have covered the mortgage payment that ought to be getting debited tomorrow.

Had I not been issued half of my monthly pension today via direct deposit, I would have needed to deposit perhaps $1,500. Nonetheless, by using that advance for this month's mortgage, I am shorting myself on what I can apply to next month's mortgage.

If my wife would only stop gambling away her and my money, we might be comfortably able to meet our due bills.

Darkness has fallen as my early evening commences, so I may as well consider today's post completed and get it published. One never knows what may befall on these outings. I do not drive, so I have to walk.

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