After my younger brother was home last evening following his daily socializing, I was to eventually tune in a movie on T.V. through the use of our Android TV Box ─ 2018's Upgrade.
Thankfully, the movie was easy enough for my brother to understand and follow, and it was rich with enough twists and action, that we both were able to become quite invested in the story.
I am not a fan of endings like this one had ─ where the protagonist we are all rooting for loses out in the end and evil triumphs. This is not why I watch movies ─ I am not interested in witnessing and vicariously experiencing yet further loss and defeat. I already have enough of that in my real life.
So for that reason, I would not recommend the movie. But if you are immune to this sort of theatrical tragedy, and instead find action, suspense, and intrigue to be paramount, then go for it.
After my brother and I both retired for the night, I do not recall hearing my wife arrive home (we have separate bedrooms), so it had to have been long past 1 a.m. when she finally showed up. What all of this portends is something I am not inclined to rehash ─ just refer to yesterday's post.
Maybe her eldest son was still up when she did come home, for he was seated at the dining table watching a movie or something else on a laptop or tablet when I went to bed.
My brother had plans for today that involved driving into Washington State to visit his daughter, who earlier this month had her 29th birthday. He had intended to pay the visit yesterday, but it rained quite hard and he felt that it would restrict what they might be able to do outdoors.
His daughter lives with her boyfriend on an acreage, with various farm animals and at least one dog ─ the beast is unduly needy of affection and attention, according to my brother. Evidently it practically bonds to him.
Anyway, my brother is not injected, so he never knows just what to expect in entering the States or returning back to Canada.
I wished him the best in luck when he left this overcast day.
He was going to make the trip immediately after he picked up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work ─ once that errand was done, he intended to head for the border.
Obviously we did not watch much T.V. together this morning. I made do with Odessa Orlewicz's short 17-minute effort of yesterday: University Students Forced To Lie On Applications About Sexuality For "Better Chance To Get In".
And then an approximate half hour upload to Rumble that Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls) recorded yesterday: AI Dominion Games Ep 4: Firefighters' 9/11 - The Cut. The video is further in a series in which Christopher is sharing time with his guest David Hawkins who seems to have much to say.
After my brother left, I went out to the backyard tool shed for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups which I top off with a set of push-ups. Usually I manage three pull-ups in the first set, and just two in the others; but this morning, I actually managed four pull-ups in the first set.
Afterwards I weighed myself just as I had been dressed for the exercise, and I registered around 190 pounds.
I am typing these words just ahead of 11 a.m., and no one else in the house is up as yet. Consequently, I think that I shall seek an early nap. I likely will not have much else to add later if my wife remains home, for there needs to be some discussion among us ─ this includes her two sons, if both are to be home today.
Well. I roused deep into the noon hour, and could hear my wife talking in Thai on her cellphone.
I rose, finding that she had been in the bathroom (its lighting was aglow), but was within her bedroom. I did not proceed in that direction, but started instead to head downstairs.
My leisurely descent was suddenly boosted by my wife from behind, urging me apace because she was in a rush. It seems that she was heading out for somewhere. But I neither asked for nor received any explanation ─ whether she was having to report for work today (most rare, if so), or was bound for something else.
Obviously there was no interchange beyond her noises of being hurried.
And she was gone.
I never had any communion with either of her sons ─ I am unsure if the youngest was even home. The eldest was engrossed on his laptop in the lads' den area.
We never spake a word to one another over the next while of the afternoon until even he left ─ possibly to work, for it is possible that he had a scheduled 12-hour shift from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m.
But it was quite early ─ possibly mid-afternoon at most.
With not much to do, I created a post in my private blog; and then with so much time still on my hands, I decided to find and watch a Christmas movie on T.V. (via our Android TV Box) while indulging in possibly as much as four ounces of gold rum.
I selected 2015's Family for Christmas. I had noticed that it featured beautiful Lacey Chabert in the lead role. I enjoy her, and have come to associate her name with her face, even though I think that I have only ever seen her in Christmas or similar romantic movies.
I enjoy watching Lacey; and although her displayed lower pins were not at all remarkable for want of much development, she sure looks good in this photo:
As for the movie, the story was definitely engrossing enough, but there is always a huge flaw with these alternate reality storylines, and it likely prevented me from becoming as emotionally invested as I seek to be when I imbibe alcohol while watching Christmas movies.
Most of the movie involved Lacey's character (Hanna) living a life that she never developed a decade earlier because she left her boyfriend and moved away to a big city, never to contact him again. Due to interaction with a Santa Claus, she went to bed in her fancy high-rise suite and awoke in the morning to a monstrous woolly dog and two young girls bouncing on her bed to awaken her ─ she was their mother, and married to her abandoned former boyfriend.
The story progressed as Hanna learned to adjust to this domestic reality that she never explored in her 'real' life.
And of course, the point comes in the movie when our heroine realizes that this is the life she really wants ─ not the fame and career-devoted life she had as a news journalist.
So it of course happens that she goes to bed one night ... and awakens in the present, her true reality.
She finds the Santa Claus behind the exploration of her alternate life that never actually existed, and he explains that she cannot return to it. All she can do is change her future ─ not recapture a past that never happened.
And with that, she contacts her former boyfriend after probably turning her back on her career, and we are left with the impression that she is going to create the life she dreamed about.
But this is where I have the insurmountable issue.
The life she dreamed of and lived, and that she wants now, cannot be recreated. The two little girls that she had cannot possibly be birthed into existence. They were a couple of kids who grew up a decade earlier, knowing schoolmates and neighbours that are in the alternate past. All of that cannot be recreated.
Hanna and her beau cannot suddenly know everybody that were a part of the dream life Hanna lived for awhile. Even Toby their big dog cannot be 'recreated' exactly as the Toby in Hanna's fantasy.
The main point is that the daughters she so desperately loved and wanted to return to can never be. Sure, Hanna can have kids, and maybe she will even have two little girls that she may be able to convince her husband to name exactly as were her two dream daughters, but those little girls were a product of an environment that Hanna and her former boyfriend cannot recreate in the present. The girls would have markedly different personalities due to completely different life experiences, even if somehow they could be born and look exactly as the girls in Hanna's dream life.
Gosh, my rum is telling, isn't it?
I did get some emotional reaction from the movie, but not as much as I most crave and seek from Christmas movies that I watch on my own while imbibing. And so I will give it a thumbs down for that reason alone ─ for as a story, the movie was actually very good.
And how can I complain about Lacey Chabert?
It just was not quite the Christmas movie I was seeking.
Anyway, my early evening is now upon me, and one of my stepsons showed up soon after the conclusion of the movie ─ which was maybe just after 5 p.m.
I might actually see if I can squeeze in yet another Christmas movie ─ I am just concerned about the rum aspect. I don't want to get grogged, so maybe I will be better off to instead watch something different.
Or maybe I will just lie down for a time and seek to weather the intoxication I am feeling. Yes, I think that I will pursue those latter two tacks. That is, a bit of a rest, and then probably some different television fare.
I have no idea what my wife went off today in the latter noon hour. Will she be back sensibly this evening, or is she going to be out until the wee hours?
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