As written was intended yesterday at the closing of that day's post, I did indeed watch a Christmas movie early that evening ─ I somewhat reluctantly selected 2009's A Golden Christmas.
I was reluctant because I do not care for Christmas movies that have pets as the central characters ─ I am not a child, despite loving the emotion of Christmas movies.
However, the movie proved to be truly enjoyable, and I drank at least four ounces of dark rum and even a few ounces of red wine over the course of the film.
I was not much familiar with the name Andrea Roth, but the actress herself was a familiar sight, although I could not place her in anything I had seen before. Now that I know that she was a mainstay in the T.V. series Rescue Me, I understand just why she was so familiar.
She is certainly a beautiful woman.
I also was not much familiar with the name of actor Nicholas Brendon, but as soon as I saw him, I recognized him from the old Buffy the Vampire Slayer T.V. series.
These two actors played of course the central characters who were supposed to have shared a childhood Summer when they were both nine years old. In reality, Andrea is (I believe) nearly 4½ years older than Brendon, so no such childhood bonding would likely have ever been possible for the actors.
I enjoyed the movie quite a lot, and plan to get around to watching all of the sequels ─ provided that the pet theme does not become too cloying. In this movie, it worked very nicely.
Later last evening, my wife alerted me via texts that she was withdrawing $800 from our chequing account ─ which is really only mine anymore, for she no longer contributes to it. The account is where my monthly pension gets deposited.
As far as I can tell, the only reason she would need that much money late into the evening was because she was partying; or she may even have been back to gambling.
I had thought that by transferring $1,900 of my pension into a savings account, she would not manage to access it. However, she is savvier than I credited her ─ she took $300 from the chequing account, and $500 from the savings account, so clearly she is able to 'see' both accounts.
Henceforth I am either going to have to withdraw most of my pension after it arrives each month, and deposit it back in bits and drabs just to maintain enough in the balance to cover various credit debits that get applied to the account.
Or else I will have to alert my eldest stepson and transfer most of my pension into his account. I don't think that my wife would dare to touch that, for she dreads either of her sons realizing how severely she wastes money; and they know of her recurring gambling habit, and become very angry with her when they learn of her relapses.
She never did come home last night, nor has she shown up at all today.
I drank enough last evening that I got to sleep normally enough last night after getting to bed at some point during the midnight hour, but I found myself awake around 4 a.m. and was unable to return to sleep due to the intense anxiety I was feeling about the constant threat of debt that my wife keeps placing me under. No doubt I was also suffering some of the ravages of the alcohol I had imbibed, for I also drank three (I believe) cans of beer, one of which was 8% alcohol.
I finally had to rise around 5 a.m. and I remained up for perhaps a couple of hours before returning to bed and managing a little further sleep.
There was no fog overnight; so after temperatures dropped a little below freezing, we had some frost. The day probably turned reasonably mild, and had a little sunshine. But early this evening, I have been hearing it raining outside as I sit here right now at 6:46 p.m. working on this post.
The Canadian truckers' Freedom Convoy 2022 began staging their presence in Ottawa today, and there has been a call from them nationwide to refuse to comply any longer with mandates such as masking. I have remained home all day, but I have seen a few pedestrians passing by the house wearing their face masks as usual.
And my brother admitted that he would be unlikely to try to enter a store or mall without slipping a face mask on because he does not expect that many people here in the Greater Vancouver / Lower Mainland area will be heeding that call, and he is too cowardly to stand out. We live in Surrey.
A similar call to action has been issued by Action4Canada for the coming Monday.
I am as cowardly as my brother. I plan to get out early tomorrow morning to do some grocery shopping, but I cannot see myself boldly stalking into the store without my face mask on. It is one thing to refuse to wear one while walking outdoors; but I cannot surrender the notion that a store has the right to declare that its customers must be masked, just as surely it has the right to declare that customers have to not be barefooted or bare-chested.
However, no one owns the outdoors, so no damned government is ever going to force me to wear a mask outdoors.
I want to cram in some T.V. this early evening before my brother returns ─ he left for the afternoon while I was having a nap; and so I am going to cease working any further on today's post.
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