What a home run my choice of a Christmas movie was early last evening! I likely did not require as much as five minutes of the movie to recognize that it was just about everything I best enjoy in these kinds of films.
The movie was 2016's Finding Father Christmas, featuring actress Erin Krakow, who was unfamiliar to me. Nevertheless, she was superb ─ and so were her legs! She wore tight pants throughout most of the movie.
I loved this movie! I was in tears several times, and was almost always verging on them for the bulk of the movie.
Then once it was done, I read in Wikipedia that there is a Father Christmas series of these movies, for there are two sequels featuring the same characters.
I must applaud Wendie Malick ─ she was spectacular when she made her appearance quite late into the movie as the understanding widow of Erin Krakow's character's unknown father, a man who had died without ever knowing that he had sired a daughter through Erin's character's mother.
I will eventually watch the two sequels, but I can tell that they are probably only going to be capitalizing on Finding Father Christmas's deserved popularity, with plots involving complications of what seemed such a perfect ending to the movie. Consequently, I may not even watch the first of them until next Christmas season.
If you haven't a streaming device like an Android TV Box, and you are interested in seeing the movie and are reasonably adept at dealing with initial popups that will appear when you attempt to play it, FMovies presently offers it at several different of its websites ─ try here, or here, or here, or here.
And of course, there are other options such as Divcast and Wat32, for examples.
Over the course of the movie I had drunk a good stiff shot of Scotch, and then a glass of red wine, and they helped rouse my emotional investment in it.
I had difficulty not having a second glass of wine, but I wanted to be sure of getting away at 9 p.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore as motivation for a good walk.
Then around 8:45 p.m. I began readying myself in my bedroom for that undertaking ... but with less than 10 minutes before the arrival of that hour, I heard my younger brother come into the house ─ his alcohol-induced audible breathing downstairs was unmistakable.
He almost always seeks his bedroom in order to change into sweatpants before he opens a beer in the kitchen and then watches any T.V., so I awaited this sequence. And once he was into his bedroom, I made my escape ─ I think by then that there were just under five minutes to go before the strike of 9 p.m.
I was to find that it had been raining, and that there was still some inconsequential sprinkling. However, never more did I experience precipitation, to my recollection.
I made a planned $270 withdrawal from the ATM at my financial institution just under a mile from here, and continued on my journey. It was inconsequential enough; however, unlike my walk of two evenings earlier, I was to find myself sapped of vigour. Halfway to the store, I was almost drained, and just listlessly plodded along.
I believe that I was making my approach to the store at 10 p.m. And once my shopping was done and I was outside the store and on my way home, it was 10:20 p.m. Apparently I made slightly better time on the return, for after I was home and directly upstairs to my bedroom, I saw that it was 11:20 p.m.
My cellphone had died during my return home, for when I plugged it for recharging, a text immediately arrived. It was from my wife ─ who was home from work at some point during my hike. At 10:54 p.m. she had texted:
Hi , where are you , are you ok !
Then when she got no reply:
Hello
Since she was shut up here in her bedroom with her light on once I was home, I correctly assumed that she was watching something on her tablet, so I explained through her bedroom door and she opened it to enquire of me directly.
I felt kindly to her for her concern.
My brother was watching T.V., so I joined him, for I had a hankering for the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt that I would otherwise have drunk had I been home and watching T.V. earlier with him.
I had not supped, so when he finally retired for the night around 12:45 a.m., I rustled up some fare for myself. My wife actually came downstairs to apologize for not having cooked aught, but I never expected that she would have. Anyway, she was about to go to bed ─ she was to have to work another full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed.
I was likely in the vicinity of 1:30 a.m. before I finally went to bed (my wife and I have separate bedrooms). Though initially I had a usual night's sleep, before any dawn had arrived, my sleep became problematic. I seemed to have developed a hangover, and was dehydrated ─ no doubt from eating just prior to getting to bed.
It was to be a rough morning, for I also found myself to be suffering the physical effects of the walk and the burden of carrying my several purchases home in one tote bag. My 73-year-old frame cannot shrug off such rigours.
Since my wife had to work today, she rose around 9:35 - 9:40 a.m. to commence readying for her long day, and the fairly long drive to get to the restaurant that opens at 11 a.m. My hope is that she will behave after she finishes work this evening, and not risk succumbing to the urge to visit the accursed casino near where she works.
The T.V. fare that my brother and I were to watch this morning (via our Android TV Box) began with an unusually long livestream that Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls) uploaded to Rumble yesterday: Covid Lie/ Trafficking/ Torture Convention.
The video was over 1½ hours and covered quite a lot, including a Zoom or similar chat with Dale Richardson and his daughter Kaysha.
We only had time for one further video, so I tuned in the 50-minute Children's Health Defense Canada upload of yesterday to Rumble: Dr. Mark Sherwood - 5th Generation Warfare and How to Beat It.
Do you need a dose of hope and inspiration to counter all the Hope Thieves out there?
Please watch, comment and share this informative interview with Dr. Sherwood who not only shares extremely practical advice to counter all that we are facing but heartfelt advice that will inspire you to care for you and your family.
Bio
Dr. Mark Sherwood was born in Tulsa and raised in nearby Berryhill. His time was spent in law enforcement and at the Functional Medical Institute helping thousands of patients. He and his wife, Michele have successfully treated 10,000 covid patients, resulting in zero deaths.
He is a former Oklahoma state and regional bodybuilding champion, ex-professional baseball player and a 24-year retired veteran of the Tulsa Police Department, where he logged a decade of courageous service on the department’s SWAT Team.
Dr. Mark is about leadership and not politics. He believes that we must save our states in order to save our country from the Marxist revolution aimed at destroying the family unit, silencing the church, and pushing for a totalitarian regime.
This is the video I refer to in the interview; https://youtu.be/D4rX89raygs
You can reach Drs. Mark and Michele Sherwood here; sherwood.tv
Once the video was done, it was time for my brother to seek some bed rest before he left for the day to resume his daily 'socializing'. He left while I was experiencing an early afternoon nap following my day's first of two meals.
The day has been overcast, and I suspect that we have had some light rain.
I will be remaining home this evening ─ last evening's excursion was quite enough. I might undertake something tomorrow evening; but if not, certainly I shall be taking advantage of early Sunday morning.
As yet I have not fully decided, but I expect that I will likely find and watch another Christmas movie early this evening. Tomorrow's post ─ if made ─ should tell that tale.
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