I expected much better of myself yesterday, but what do I know?
Early in the evening I tuned in a 2015 Christmas movie: A Prince for Christmas. I was to enjoy it well enough, and held myself to two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep myself stocked with.
The movie did not start off too well in my estimation when the heroine was introduced ─ as played by actress Viva Bianca, Emma was about to break up with her handsome long-time boyfriend simply because she was dissatisfied with small town life.
Apparently he was boring, and she wanted more ─ such as to experience Europe, for instance. This, even though the diner she owned was failing, and her younger 17-year-old sister absolutely had to go to some music specialty post-secondary educational institution with a tuition fee of $30,000. (The parents had died in a motor vehicle accident a few years earlier.)
The boyfriend, Todd, was clearly crushed, trying to point out that she was never going to do better than him ─ they had evidently been together since their school years, and it appeared to me as if he was readying to marry her.
I wondered how it was that she thought so highly of herself, for I did not find her to be particularly attractive, and Todd was unusually so. If he was also loyal ─ and there was never any suggestion that he was not ─ he was in a class above her. In other words, she was not in his league.
So I was not impressed by Emma whatsoever.
Todd seemed like a truly nice guy who was suddenly finding that the love of his life was jilting him for no reason that was of his doing. Had this happened to me, I would likely have been even worse in my conduct once the British-accented dapper showed up and Emma started cosying up to him. What had I ever done to merit this treatment, I would have wondered in hurt bewilderment, when all I ever wanted was to make a life with Emma?
Anyway, Emma of course was going to become the princess that she always undeservedly dreamed that she should be ─ we all knew that was in store.
Anecdotally, the actress playing the prince's mother was not particularly familiar to me, but I suspected that she was probably a looker when she was young ─ she was looking to be into the early throes of becoming jowly in the movie, whomever she was.
I was surprised to learn that it was Weird Science (1985) teen wet-dream sexpot Kelly LeBrock. Provided this link remains valid, here is a clip of her from 1984 in the movie The Woman in Red.
Perhaps the Christmas movie adversely affected me more than I understood ─ I honestly do not know.
Once it was done, I watched an episode of Prodigal Son, and then came upstairs to my bedroom where I keep my computer. I had decided that I was going to make myself unavailable to my brother when he eventually came home from his daily socializing, for I wanted to do some early grocery shopping this morning, and I no longer felt like watching further T.V. ─ I was no longer interested in any. The thought of any further malts also had no appeal.
And so from roughly 9 - 11 p.m., I engaged the folly of endorphin generation. During that time when I heard my brother arrive home, I just shut my bedroom door and turned off the light so that he would believe that I had gone to bed.
Initially when I did go to bed, I had my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. However, I quickly decided to just not bother, for I had essentially decided that I would walk to do my shopping at the nearby No Frills market that is only a half mile from here, and which opens at 8 a.m. After all, it is rare that I am able to sleep for anything like five hours anyway, and there was no need to be rising at 4 a.m. just so I could ready to walk to a store nearby which does not open until 8 a.m.
As it was to happen, I found myself awake a little before 5 a.m. ─ or at least, that was what time it was when I had a peek. I lay a while longer, and then decided to just get up.
All went according to plan.
By the way ─ and this concerns the $400 that I wrote about yesterday which my wife was going to deposit into my chequing account to cover a life insurance payment of just about $210 that will get debited from the account tomorrow. Due to her gambling addiction, she had left the account with just something like $53, even though it was my money and not hers that she had withdrawn.
I saw last afternoon that she had deposited the $400 into her own account, but that was acceptable. I could always transfer over to my own whatever I needed. And she had pointedly declared that she had no intention of going astray late in the evening once she was finished working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
Well, this morning I saw that she had blown the $400 at the casino ─ and who knows how much cash of her own.
I have my own addiction, so I do understand what an addiction is like. I am able to forgive her for her falls, even though our weak marriage is such that she is unlikely to come home until early a.m. Tuesday ─ she spends her free weekend time elsewhere.
Fortunately, my brother wrote out the monthly expenses reconciliation cheque for me last evening, and left it on the living room coffee table ─ this time, the cheque is for something over $234. I will hike the near-mile to my financial institution's ATM early this evening and deposit the cheque so that the money is available for tomorrow's life insurance payment.
Nevertheless, I am sorely tempted to text my wife something along the lines of, "I see that you decided that the super-rich casino owners needed our money more than we do." It has been difficult restraining myself.
The day has been sunny, but quite cold. I doubt if it managed to climb much above freezing, so the frozen two or three inches of snow is largely remaining frozen. That walk later is going to be an experience when undertaken well after dark.
My brother and I watched a couple of videos on T.V. this morning via our Android TV Box. The first and least interesting was Odessa Orlewicz's 52-minute effort from yesterday: "Embassy Art" Pedo Program; Volkova and Rachael Chandler (Child Handler.).
THIS EPISODES LINKS:
https://www.bitchute.com/video/ppV7axR2ccET/ Art In Embassies documentary
https://www.infowars.com/posts/ceo-of-balenciaga-parent-company-owns-auction-site-that-sells-child-sex-mannequins-with-genitalia-for-faces/
https://www.infowars.com/posts/top-balenciaga-fashion-stylists-social-media-loaded-with-images-of-sadistic-child-abuse-witchcraft-satanism/
https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1597673379079000064.html
The much more interesting video was nearly 20 minutes longer (1:10:29) ─ an October 29 upload to Rumble by 'Open Mike with Michael Thiessen': An Olympian's Great Awakening ft. Jamie Salé.
On this week's episode of OPEN MIKE, Mike is joined by Olympic gold-medalist figure skater, Jamie Salé, to talk about her journey from an elite athlete and motivational coach to an outspoken advocate for truth and freedom.
Episode Resource: https://jamiesale.com/; https://twitter.com/JamieSale;
I am going to close this post here, for I want to have a bath before I set off on my walk. It is not yet 5:45 p.m., but I would rather not delay publishing this post ─ who knows what may happen while I am off on my walk?
By the way, I broke from finishing this post in order to have some exercise out in the backyard tool shed before it got dark. My main concern were six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. For the first time since I fell sick with pneumonia in October of last year, I managed an opening set of five pull-ups.
Dressed exactly as I was out in the tool shed, I weighed around 190 pounds ─ and keep in mind that I am 73 years old at not quite five feet and 11 inches in height. So ... maybe not too shabby?
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