Early last evening I managed to enjoy another Christmas movie ─ one that had the vaguest familiarity a time or two, just as was the case the day before. So either these movies are using strikingly similar plotlines as was used in other Christmas movies, or else I managed to see the movies when I happened to be very drunk.
Last evening's movie was 2016's A Wish for Christmas featuring very attractive Lacey Chabert, who is no stranger to such movies. Her male lead was very familiar and handsome Paul Greene, also becoming a fixture in Christmas movies.
The Bacardi Spiced Rum that I indulged in during the movie ensured that I was kept emotionally invested, so I did indeed enjoy the feature.
I actually began to watch a second Christmas movie, but very early into it I saw my younger brother arriving home from his daily socializing an hour or more earlier than usual, so I scotched the play. Heck, I now cannot even remember what movie it was.
During the course of our long evening of T.V. viewing via our Android TV Box, I included a movie of a different sort. I was doubtful, though, that my brother was going to care for it, so I said that we'd just give it 15 minutes to see how it was.
The movie was 1998's Sliding Doors, featuring a rather young-looking Gwyneth Paltrow ─ whom I happen to like. I was rather surprised, though, by how scrawny she seemed in at least one scene wherein her shoulders and arms were bared.
Gwyneth sounded to have a convincing English accent in the movie, and between that and the other United Kingdom accents of the movie characters ─ and how endearing Gwyneth's character was in the two scenarios being played out in the movie ─ there was never any mention of the 15-minute trial concerning the movie's quality.
It was clearly a top drawer production. Oddly, however, I see in the Wikipedia write-up of the movie that one of the two versions of Gwyneth's character dies, and I just cannot recall such an eventuality. I can only remember both of the characters being wheeled on gurneys in a hospital ─ there would not be any need for this in the case of one of her characters if she had died in her new boyfriend's arms after she was struck by a motor vehicle and killed.
Was my alcohol consumption by that point addling my wits?
Perhaps I may replay that final sequence of the movie and try to get straight what I may be mis-remembering.
My brother and I watched T.V. until maybe 12:30 a.m., so it was at least 1 a.m. by the time I was into bed. As yet, my wife had not come home after her full day working at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time. We have separate bedrooms, so I do not recall ever hearing her ─ it was only when I used the bathroom after 7 a.m. that I saw her bedroom door to be closed, so I knew that she was home.
This lateness of course signifies that she was partying after work, and an online check of my chequing account revealed that the measly $144 and change that she had left me after pillaging most of my pension this past Wednesday had been further reduced by a $100 withdrawal at the ATM at the casino (that she is addicted to) near where she works.
She could not even leave me better than a hundred dollars ─ if there is a hundred dollars to take, she will rob it from me.
She had to work another full day today, but she didn't emerge from her bedroom until around 9:45 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready ─ she has a fairly long drive to get to the restaurant that opens at 11 a.m. Consequently, I had little opportunity to speak with her ─ but at least my brother was not yet back from leaving to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work.
I merely pointed out as she was rushing to leave that she owes my account a lot of money ─ between the $500 in cash that I gullibly gave her on Monday, and the money she robbed me of thereafter, she has deprived me of $1,800.
That account is going to require around $300 to be in it for Tuesday because I have a couple of charitable donations that are automatically normally debited from it on the 1st, and a life insurance payment normally on the 3rd.
Since the 1st falls on the New Year's long weekend, it is possible that the charitable donation debits will not take place until after Monday ─ in other words, the 3rd. The $44 in the account at present is inadequate ─ combined, they amount to at least $81. The life insurance payment is just under $209.
If she is unable to replace that money this weekend, then I am going to have to alert her two sons to what she has done to me, and they become furious over her gambling ─ she fears them.
Yet not enough to stop gambling.
Will she come home sensibly this evening? I have no idea. Of late she has not had to work on Saturdays until 4 or 4:30 p.m., so if that holds true I may not be able to speak with her until tomorrow midday or early afternoon.
I cannot speak with her if my brother is present, for he knows nothing of her vice and my stupidity for enduring this financial abuse. Thus, even if she comes home sensibly late this evening, he will be present, for we will be watching our shows together.
And once she goes to work tomorrow mid-afternoon, she will not be back until after the weekend ─ she spends her free time on weekends elsewhere. And that will be the more so since she will be partying madly for New Year's with her friends. I might well not even see her again until Tuesday ─ and that will be too late. The money needs to be in the account before the midnight start of that day.
Is it any damned wonder that I am so effing depressed as I watch my life drain away as a helpless 73-year-old who has no friends anywhere near, does not drive, and cannot afford to publicly socialize even once a month?
Enough on this topic.
I may as well mention the video fare my brother and I watched this morning.
First we watched three fairly short ones uploaded to Rumble by Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls): "A new A Warrior Calls series with Robbie Cressman".
The first episode was the most interesting for me.
Then I tuned in a Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson episode uploaded to Rumble on December 27: 23 Children Have Died And No One Is Talking About It.
Dr. William Makis will join us to talk about the mystery of children dying from the flu, the increase of respiratory viruses post lockdown and the large number of vaccinated in the hospitals.
Show Resources: https://bit.ly/3PT34g1
The video was over 1¼ hours long (1:19:00), and definitely a good one.
The weather is remaining well above freezing, and this afternoon we even had some weak sunshine making attempts.
I thought that I was feeling capable enough to tackle some pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed around 1 p.m. while my brother was having some bed rest before leaving for the day to again socialize, but I disappointed myself.
I could only manage three repetitions in the first set, so I had eight further sets of just two repetitions each. After some push-ups, I came into the house and weighed myself dressed just as I had been out in the shed, and was unhappy to see that I was possibly as much as 193 pounds ─ two days earlier, I was 190 / 191 pounds.
This is almost disheartening.
And added to the distress I am feeling about my finances, I feel like hitting that Bacardi Spiced Rum again. Since I must first tend to three chores, I am going to bring this post to a close and clear them away.
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