For the climate change dupes.
With considerable delight, the Christmas movie that I tuned in early last evening showcased one of my favourite actresses ─ Alicia Witt. The movie was 2016's Christmas List (apparently also called Christmas Tree).
I absolutely adore everything about Alicia, for she seems to me to so closely resemble a young woman I was helplessly addicted to in 1981 and 1982 whom I write about in my private blog.
Alicia was a pure delight in this movie ─ flawless. I wish that I knew her.
During the course of the movie, I drank three good shots of Scotch from a 750-ml bottle that my stepsons had given me for Christmas ─ I mistakenly wrote in yesterday's post that it was a mickey, which I assumed it was, for I had not yet opened it. And the bottle was somewhat squat as opposed to tall, so that gave me the impression that it was the lesser size.
I wish that my two stepsons had not been home, for the pair were making far too much noise in the background clearing up their den area so that the younger lad would be able to use it as an office when he begins working from home as an agent for a bank and its credit card sector.
This may happen for him this very week.
Believe me, I am not looking forward to having him home practically all of the time!
Alicia inspired me, perhaps causing me to hearken back to my younger self when I was far more active. I determined that following the movie, I would get out of the house and go for a good walk.
However, when the movie ended, my cellphone that I had been charging meantime was not yet fully powered, so I had a glass of the red wine from the four-litre box that my brother had gifted my wife for Christmas.
Due to the delay in leaving on my walk ─ I think that it was something like 8:10 p.m. ─ I was not to put in the distance that I had planned. I think that I only managed three miles, deciding halfway through the walk that if I held course and walked the extra two miles, then I would return home too long after my younger brother would have gotten home following his daily socializing. I wanted to have control of the T.V., for it is I who operates our Android TV Box.
As it was, I must have gotten back immediately after he had entered the house, for his van was in the open carport and the motion-activated light by the front door was still on.
Early into that walk, I had stopped at an elementary school playground to perform a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups on equipment there. The metal bars were sopping wet from condensation. But I noticed that the sawdust on the ground seemed to be starting to freeze, for some of it was becoming slick.
And indeed, overnight the temperature did drop to just below the freezing mark.
I must confess that had I the means, I would have taken some of the Scotch with me on my walk. In fact, I likely would have if I had been able to leave home considerably earlier than I did.
Now, concerning my wife and the promised repayment of money to my chequing account that was to take place today to cover three possible automated debits that may all strike the account tomorrow.
Late last afternoon before I was to start watching the Christmas movie and having any drinks, we had been in texting communication. I had first texted her to express that I was hoping that she was feeling better than she was Saturday afternoon when we had our talk concerning her helpless casino addiction, and the threat from me that if she did not replace my pension money that she had withdrawn and gambled away last week, I would have no recourse but to ask her sons for financial help thereby explaining why I needed it.
They would have been furious with her, and she was quite afraid of the reaction she would get from them.
My wife had come to realize that she could not possibly repay the full amount ($1,800), but she thought that she might be able to put back $1,000. However, the means of somehow accomplishing such a feat were outside of reality, and she was practically sick with the stress.
I finally relented and said that the account needed at least $300 added to it (for it only contained $44 and change) to meet Tuesday's expected automated debits, so she said that she might at least be able to manage that somehow.
Well, after watching T.V. with my brother last evening, at 12:38 a.m. I texted her this message:
Try to stop being an idiot -- don't you understand that you are deeply loved?
She replied:
Thank you , I had anxiety can't even sleep , when I took your money and [her eldest son's]
She had told me on Saturday that he had been very angry with her, but did not explain why. Thus, from her text, I am speculating that she must have gotten him to loan her some large amount of money that she also gambled away, and she had to confess it to him.
I concluded our exchange last night as follows:
Just don't forget -- and choose to not hurt the people who love you.
Of course, these texts of ours all had kindly emojis included with them.
Today during the noon hour, I found that her youngest son had made a $300 contribution toward the monthly house mortgage that will be coming due on the 22nd. So I texted her about this at 12:33 p.m., pointing out that the account now had the minimum cash replacement I had offered was sufficient for tomorrow.
She replied:
Ok, so I have more time to pay back $1,700 can't sleep or nights for a $300 today , but you t do not tell them about me right!! Hopefully my last chance to go to Italy
She wants to take a flight to Italy later this month to visit a sister of hers who has made that country her home ─ they have some sort of joint business venture planned that my wife believes will be profitable. The sister seems to have access to a fair amount of money.
My wife would be away for around two months.
It was not lost upon me that my wife quoted $100 less than the amount she took from me last week, but I said nothing. I simply replied:
I have not spoken with anyone about you -- you are safe for now!
She responded ─ interspersing her text with four emojis of supplicating hands:
Thank you like I said I still have time before I go thanks again
If she does not repay the money in time for the mortgage, then her sons will have to do so ─ that is her concern. I cannot help her ─ my only income each month is my monthly pension, and it does not arrive until near the end of each month (i.e., well past the mortgage due date). She had blown through what I had for putting towards that payment.
I spared her the stress of having to find $300 to deposit into the account today, but she knows that she is still obligated to come up with quite a lot of money before the 22nd. Nevertheless, at least for the present she is free of the depressing pressure that she has been under.
I do not hate the woman ─ I still love her, and do not like to see her in painful turmoil.
Enough about this for today.
This morning found me feeling a little rough, for of course last evening after I was back home, I did some further drinking ─ some beer and, I think, a glass of red wine. I am going to have some Scotch after I am done with this post, and probably watch another Christmas movie while engaged in that indulging. My anxiety and uncertainty is building ─ a hangover byproduct aggravated by financial worries.
This morning my brother and I watched some videos on T.V., beginning with a December 30 Stew Peters Network upload to Rumble that was nearly an hour long: LIVE: Jab Induced Cancer Rates SURGING, Mikovits & Kingston EXPOSE Premeditated Depopulation Agenda.
When Mike Pence and hundreds of members of Congress voted to certify the 2020 “result” instead of investigating evidence of fraud, they failed to uphold their oaths of office. Brunson argues that these lawmakers should be subject to investigation for treason or other offenses stemming from this failure. He also argues that all lawmakers who approved the 2020 results should be immediately removed from office and barred from running again for the rest of their lives.
In China, nothing is back to normal. Every time even a handful of Covid cases pop up, entire cities go into crushing lockdowns. It’s total Covid tyranny, like March 2020 never ended and will instead go on forever. And finally, even under the threat of being gunned down by the Communist Party, the people are getting fed up.
Karen Kingston joins to detail how the blood clots are completely synthetic, and a tool for pre-meditated mass depopulation! Pfizer and Moderna patents share nanotech used for cell engineering, and it's being used for our demise!
Dr. Judy Mikovits joins to detail hit pieces against Died Suddenly, and brain-dead influencers who believe the clots are caused by "covid".
She proves it was the death shots, and details the toxicity within the vaccine's ingredients!
Then we watched a January 2 upload by The Corbett Report to BitChute that exceeded an hour (1:05:23): The Media Matrix | Full Documentary.
FULL TRANSCRIPT AND DOWNLOADS: https://www.corbettreport.com/media/
Media. It surrounds us. We live our lives in it and through it. We structure our lives around it. But it wasn't always this way. So how did we get here? And where is the media technology that increasingly governs our lives taking us? This is the story of The Media Matrix.
We concluded our viewing with the 34-minute FALL OF THE CABAL (THE SEQUEL, PART 14) 'THE AGE OF DEPOPULATION'.
The Era of Depopulation… What does that look like in our daily lives? About wars, (natural?) disasters, famine & drought, plagues & diseases. The true story behind HIV/AIDS and the Spanish Flu. Music: Alexander Nakarada, Chopin, Keys of Moon, Punch Deck
That video also included some coverage of Dr. Judy Mikovits ─ a most remarkable and honourable woman.
I got in some backyard tool shed exercising before watching those videos, first weighing myself as fully dressed as I would be for the pull-ups and chin-ups: I registered as weighing at least 193 pounds.
Consequently, my first set was a mere three repetitions, so I added eight more sets of two repetitions each. I am not quite five feet and 11 inches in height, but my ageing frame is 73 years old ─ it is a struggle to haul that much weight up and down at my years. But if I do not persevere and thus lose all exercise ability, there will be no getting back what I presently have by way of ability.
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