Well, despite the positivism with which I titled yesterday's post, and similarly brought the post to a conclusion, I never left home on that four-mile round trip hike to the government liquor store early last evening.
I was home alone at the time, so in leaving I was going to have to lock the front door. I must have placed my key ─ which I keep in my wallet ─ into the door, and then decided to throw out a collection of material into the garbage wheelie bin.
When I made that double-armful discard, I heard the sound of something relatively solid plunging below the paper shopping bag of odds and ends. I am unable to properly describe the sound, but it was not made by anything in the upright paper bag that promptly spilled over once it joined the other trash in the bin.
It was then that I was beset with the suspicion that I might have had my wallet in one of my hands that were carrying the load, the intention being to then just lock the door, put the key back into my wallet, and be on my way.
The light outside the door burned out a few days ago, so all is dark. However, I had my flashlight, but I could not identify that my wallet was in the bin ─ there was too much clutter.
Now, I did not know for certain that I had been toting my wallet, but I did not have it in my pocket, and the flashlight was not able to illuminate it anywhere on the ground ─ I even pulled out all three wheelie bins to check around and in back of them.
So I went back into the house, and checked the kitchen, living room, and even my bedroom ─ no wallet.
What I finally had to do was start pulling out the various articles in the garbage bin, meanwhile cursing profusely, and feeling that this was all most inauspicious ─ I had something like $125 in my wallet, so I definitely could not write the wallet off and make a proper morning search in the daylight ─ more trash might get dumped into the bin by someone else; or if somehow my wallet was on the ground and unnoticed by me, in the morning daylight someone else not of the household might opportunely notice it.
Eventually I did find my wallet ─ it was tucked edgewise down into the bottom front right corner of the bin, and not very noticeable at that angle.
By this time I was filled with futility and despair, and discouragement ─ even God seemed against me. I was daunted, unable to undertake the cold, dark trek off into the busy Saturday evening. I also felt that I had wasted too much time and all of that earlier positive energy.
And so I called off the trip. I returned back into the house and dressed down, feeling considerable upset. I felt like a useless loser ─ a useless, ageing, 73-year-old loser.
I had plans to get up at 4 a.m. today, so I did not intend to sit up too late ─ certainly not to watch any T.V. with my younger brother once he arrived home from his daily socializing.
I decided that I would find a Christmas movie to watch on T.V. (via our Android TV Box) while having some supper. I did not have the heart to broach the bottle of French brandy, nor the one of amaretto ─ nor any of the (red) wines. I was not deserving ─ they were unearned. All I would drink was a can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep in supply.
The movie I selected was 2015's Becoming Santa, which I believed that I might have already seen; but I watched it carefully at its beginning and saw nothing familiar. Even so, I was almost positive that I had seen some other movie in which Michael Gross and Meredith Baxter played Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus, but possibly I was thinking of some other T.V. couple.
It is unfortunate that I watched this movie in the state I was in. It took me a long while to settle down from my earlier upset with events and my own ineptitude and irresolute cowardliness. I almost feel as if I wasted the movie.
Nevertheless, I was able to notice some prop flaws, and I cannot help but wonder if Michael Gross was wearing awkward platform shoes to exaggerate his height ─ he almost clumped around like Herman Munster. I do not remember Michael Gross being especially tall in the old Family Ties T.V. series.
He also had his arms and shoulders heavily padded, for some reason. He looked, in fact, like he studiously pumped iron.
Lead actress Laura Bell Bundy ─ who was unknown to me ─ was certainly cute enough, and she was quite good in her role as the daughter of the Clauses.
Laura Bell Bundy
I didn't think the lass had legs like those! Wow!
Yes, I probably should not have watched the movie ─ it's effect on me was not maximum, but I do think that it helped normalize me.
I was upstairs here at my computer (which I keep in my bedroom) when I heard my brother arrive home, so I shut the bedroom door and turned off the light. It was maybe 9:15 p.m. ─ too early to be going to bed. So I played some FreeCell for awhile, and was probably in bed no more than a half hour later.
When my cellphone alarm sounded at 4 a.m., I had been lying awake in a state of repose, for I had earlier risen to use the bathroom and saw that it was around 3:30 a.m.
The plan was to hike the round trip of 5.625 miles to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore ─ my primary needs were Dairyland whipping cream (two one-litre cartons there are cheaper than anywhere else around here) and some nutritional supplements (also cheaper than anywhere else around here).
For once I managed to be on my way ahead of 6 a.m. ─ maybe by as many as 10 minutes. The store opens at 7 a.m. and fast becomes overpopulated.
Early into my very cold hike, I stopped at a nearby elementary school playground to tackle the usual six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I try to engage there three times a week.
The equipment was all frosty, so my slim gloves were a necessity. However, I was wearing a heavier coat than I have yet done this season. I discovered that between the quick wetting of the gloves and the resultant extremely unpleasant coldness to my hands, and my increased weight, I cold not even manage a single pull-up.
So I worked myself up and then gave it another shot. I still could not elevate my chin to the bar, but at least I did manage three near pull-ups, and then two of similar quality in the remaining five sets.
I was later to discover at home that clothed as I was, I probably weighed a minimum of 199 pounds. I am not quite five feet and 11 inches in height, so it is a fair weight for a 73-year-old to be pulling up.
Anyway, I got the shopping done, although the store had no whipping cream on the shelves, and in fact they did not even have the 18% coffee cream. I had to settle for the feeble 10% milk fat cream.
I would have been extremely bummed if I had not also needed the nutritional supplements, which the store did have shelves stocked with.
The walk home was inexplicably demanding. I didn't think that I bought that much, but my legs and feet soon lost anything like a bounce to my steps. And once I was home, I fast stiffened up to nearly a crippling degree.
My brother was already up and fussing in the kitchen when I got here.
Normally I usually rest up in bed after one of these trips, but I did not bother this morning. And when my brother had the T.V. on just ahead of 9 a.m., I went downstairs to join him.
When he finally invited me to put our Android TV Box into play, I tuned in a November 18 upload to Rumble by the Vaccine Safety Research Foundation that was almost 1½ hours (1:27:03): Full Episode EP#56: Vile Ingredients.
Eduardo Balbona, MD, is a practicing specialist in internal medicine in Florida, and has served as a naval officer and physician in the U.S. capital providing medical care to members of Congress and the Supreme Court. Dr. Balbona is a strong advocate for evidence-based medicine with an emphasis on innovations in medical care that improve early detection and disease prevention. Heather Hudson and her young adult son, near death after vaccination, were expelled from numerous medical facilities over five months before finding Dr. Balbona. He finally diagnosed and began treating the young man's severe autoimmune reaction to the mRNA vaccine. Both physician and mother discovered alarming data on known toxicities of ingredients in the vial and they are determined to spread the word, to help protect others from the harm suffered by Ms. Hudson's son.
We were only to watch one further video, and my brother gave up on it with something over a half hour to go ─ he wanted some bed rest before leaving very early into the noon hour to engage his daily socializing.
The video was just over an hour (1:02:54), and was a mariazee upload just today to Rumble: Dr. David Nixon - Nanotech DISAPPEARING - What Else Are They Hiding in the "Vaccines"?
Dr. David Nixon joins us again to show further imagery of the nanotech in the COVID-19 injections, including its deconstruction, asking the question, 'Is this what the fourth industrial revolution looks like?"
In this video we witness the nanotechnology disappearing, exploring what might be causing this to occur.
Website:
https://www.zeeemedia.com
Why anyone with a fragment of brain would want any of that nightmare concoction injected into his or her body ─ let alone a child's ─ is far beyond my understanding.
Following that video, I had my first meal of the day, and then enjoyed a needed nap. The aches and pains certainly manifested when I rose thereafter.
The day has gone from being overcast to sunny, but beginning tomorrow evening we are told to expect our first rains in something like 19 days.
I would love to properly watch another Christmas movie early this evening before my brother returns, but I still have to make a post in my private blog. Had this not been a bath day, I would have definitely had the time.
At least I am of a relatively serene state of mind.
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