Early last evening I managed to watch a Christmas movie while I had some supper, and then enjoyed a couple or so ounces of dark rum. My movie choice was 2015's On the Twelfth Day of Christmas. I actually watched it here in my bedroom on my computer, using a website called FMOVIES, a free movie streaming source that you can seek out for yourself. I am deliberately not linking to it because of the constant shady popups it keeps throwing at the visitor before finally allowing a movie to play.
I enjoyed the movie, for sure; but it did not grip me as emotionally as I like. Perhaps I felt too rushed, for I was watching it here in my bedroom in case my younger brother arrived home before it was completed. I could always just shut my bedroom door and turn off the light; but if I was watching it on T.V., I would have needed to abandon the movie entirely, for I did not intend to be sitting up late this evening.
Brooke Nevin in the lead role was very appealing, even though I was not familiar with the actress.
Even so, I was very familiar with the actress who played her sister ─ i.e., actress Dani Kind. She was quite attractive in this movie, but seems to have aged somewhat dramatically by the time of her current ongoing role in the sitcom Workin' Moms.
A supporting actress that I found to be quite attractive was Geri Hall. She played the boss of the lead male character, a disc jockey trying to gain greater recognition. I was quite surprised to read what Wikipedia had to say about the actress's past hijinks.
I was unable to get my computer speakers to play the video as loudly as I wanted. At times, I could not hear anything being said due to noise beyond my open bedroom window.
It must have been due to the possibly predominant South Asian population hereabouts in my part of north Surrey and the Diwali celebration that culminated yesterday, but last evening the fireworks of every description were almost equivalent to a war zone in full play.
I stood upstairs at an open bedroom window facing westward, and the various kinds of distant flares going off in every direction viewable was almost phenomenal, as were the unseen explosions of all description along with the characteristic whistling and even hissing of some types of fireworks.
It was constant, and clearly being conducted for miles distant. No doubt, the same spectacle would have been viewed had I looked out a bedroom window at the opposite side of the house facing toward the east.
My brother remarked this morning that he could not imagine Hallowe'en matching what went on last evening. But I suppose that it will depend upon the financial resources the fireworks fanatics have to command ─ fortunes were blown up yesterday, without a doubt.
And here was I, in bed shortly after 9:30 p.m. because I had my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. so that I could get up and attempt to be on my way by 2:15 a.m. for a planned 5½-or-so-mile walk.
Whether the noise coming through my open bedroom window had any hand in it, my cellphone alarm apparently sounded until 2:06 a.m. before I responded to it and roused from my bed.
There was no hope of being away by 2:15 a.m., but at least I was outside the locked front door and walking down the driveway by 2:20 a.m.
I had my usual stop at a nearby elementary school playground so that I could essay a few sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I lead with pull-ups because they are more difficult, and my current effort is to try and build from the three-repetition maximum that seems to be my opening set norm. Thereafter, two repetitions are the most that I can hope to manage in the other sets that follow.
My other challenge was to discover if I was actually healed enough to handle the full walk. As I have explained in recent posts, on the evening of October 10 while I was watching T.V. by myself, in rising from a quite low comfort chair, the inside of my lower leg ─ the lower half of that lower leg ─ erupted into a flood of burning that I self-diagnosed was the result of either the rupture of a large blood vessel, or else the tear of a muscle or tendon.
It has been a full two weeks since I have been able to perform the full distance of one of my walks, for the burning becomes too pronounced. During the first week, I was unable to even walk without an obvious limp.
Well, last evening I proved that I do indeed seem to be recovering remarkably. I not only managed the distance without undue and mounting burning pain, but three times I even essayed a short easy-paced jog. I doubt that any jog attempt was even for a full block, but the point was that I discerned no more pain than I experienced just walking.
My foot still shows some swelling; and my inside ankle is indiscernible due to the swelling ─ heck, I cannot even easily feel my ankle, for the entire area all about it is not only swollen, but actually quite hard. In fact, when I rub my fingers upward from my inner left ankle, it practically feels as if there is naught but bone and not the yielding muscles and tendons that I can feel upward from the inner right leg's ankle.
So just what occurred that evening of October 10, I can only suppose. I never sought medical attention, and I have no plans to ─ especially now that I can not only walk distance again, but even do some jogging without painful objection from the injury.
Incidentally, the weather has been quite wet of late, but I was spared from anything other than the attempted beginning of some rain that may not have endured more than 15 minutes. Other than that, I would only occasionally feel some droplets striking me for brief periods.
I was back home outside the locked front door at 4:25 a.m., so my outing was five minutes shy of two hours. I was probably back into bed not too much after 5 a.m.
I had more difficulty falling asleep than I did last evening!
When I rose around 8:30 a.m., my brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom. He had only gotten home last evening just as I went to bed ─ his arrival home was my cue to do so. Thus, I have no idea when he eventually retired, nor how much more beer he swilled. But maybe he was just relishing being abed on a rainy morning. It was raining when I rose, and I do believe it possible that it has rained all the day through.
When I joined him for some morning T.V. after he got it going this morning, I put our Android TV Box to use and led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's 39-minute video of yesterday: Proof Moderna Created Then Patented Covid 19.
Moderna in conjunction with Peter Daszak, Darpa, B!ll Gates; Fauci made and patented C-19. Their agenda to drop the population is already working with a massive uptick in 'all cause mortality." Cancer is skyrocketing as well. I will link videos showing how they are trying to hide that by re-classifying cancer over to Covid cases.
Next it was Christopher James' (A Warrior Calls) latest from yesterday ─ it was listed as being 70 minutes in duration, but by skipping past the boring opening and redundant closing sequences, it was likely not quite an hour long: Evil We Must Fight.
As usual, Christopher focused on railing against the corrupt legal system, and branched off into much of the other nonsense that 'we who know' are having to contend with.
I then accessed a 20-minute Hibbeler Productions documentary which I now am coming to understand that we probably already viewed before under a different title, so I am not going to speak further of it.
I followed that one with a very short Vaccine Choice Canada upload to Rumble of two days ago: Vaccine Choice Canada - 40 Years in 4 Minutes!
Vaccine Choice Canada has spent 40 years dedicated to protecting Canadian's rights to informed consent. This short video shows the grit this organization has needed in order to fight so hard for so long.
Finally, the last video I tuned in was Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson's upload of yesterday to Rumble ─ the video was better than 1½ hours (1:37:18): Public Servants Battle Their Own Union on Covid Vaccine Mandates.
Lawyer Umar Sheikh joins us today. Mr. Sheikh is representing over 200 union members who are going to court against their own union, claiming that the union failed to represent them or colluded with government on Covid-19 vaccine mandates.
Mr. Sheikh had previously led a successful fight against vaccinate or mask flu policies in 2019 as CEO of the British Columbia Nurses’ Union.
Show Resources: https://bit.ly/3SuOydZ
I was most impressed with how cognizant Umar Sheikh is with the agenda that is happening throughout the world.
I have come to recognize that we have been lied to from the beginning where ALL vaccines have been concerned. Have a look at this April 28, 2020, Threadreader Thread by @forrestmaready that tackles that very concept with an arresting historical overview of vaccines.
Okay, I must make as quick a post as I can in my private blog, and then make a phone call that I feel myself obligated to make to one Sandy, the years-long ladyfriend of my late dear friend William A.G.
No comments:
Post a Comment