Journey Back

Lord, this post is somehow going to have to be relatively brief ─ it is already after 8 p.m., and I must yet sup and be to bed by 9:30 p.m. at latest so that I can rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk.

Early last evening I scored a home run with the Christmas movie that I selected ─ a 2016 Hallmark feature titled Journey Back to Christmas. It was all I could do to hold myself to two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt.

I watched the entire emotional feature without realizing that the heroine was played by Hallmark Christmas usual Candace Cameron Bure.

The male lead was Oliver Hudson ─ he was completely familiar to me, though not the name, but I never could figure out which T.V. series I knew him from. I see now that it was the long-running Rules of Engagement.

I wish I had more time to talk of the movie, but I don't. It may have had a rather sappy ending, but I would still give it all five stars as a Christmas movie. If you have a good ad blocker, you could try watching it at MovieJoy or M4uHD, as two online examples.

What a miserable night I was to have thereafter. It all began at some point after I had gotten to sleep. Some young South Asian jackasses living in the house a dozen or so feet from ours began playing their stereo as loud as it could probably go ─ and it was the sort of throbbing beat with the undulating warbling so typical of East Indian / Pakistani popular music.

It was truly dreadful. They did eventually drop the volume, but it was still penetrating; and when I rose at 4 a.m. it continued for another full hour.

I don't know what those a**-holes think they have the right to do, for this is not the first time. I spoke about it with my youngest stepson, and he said that although he did manage to finally fall asleep, on a previous occasion he actually went next door and told them to turn it down or he would be phoning the police.

He said that there was no party going on ─ just two or three young males sitting around in a gloomy living room. It seemed to be the same last night ─ no party nor even any audible conversation. And the only lighting was a subdued yellowish glow.

I had a five-mile+ walk planned for this morning that would culminate in some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods once I was a mile or so from home on the return portion of the walk. Unfortunately, I failed to get away as early as I wanted in order to make possible some exercise, so I dispensed with any. I barely got on my way ahead of 6 a.m.

By the time I was back, my younger brother was already up and watching T.V. After I put away my purchases and dressed down, I joined him. However, when he kept watching his ludicrous repetitive news programmes that were really little more than morning-show entertainment T.V., I left him to it ─ I could stand no more.

I really do believe that he must have some brain damage or deterioration.

Surprisingly though, somewhere between 9 - 9:30 a.m., he came upstairs after turning the T.V. off and proclaimed that he was going to lie down.

I soon enough also sought a nap. Apparently I was more successful; when I later rose, he was again watching T.V.

I joined him anew, and this time he did invite me to put on our Android TV Box ─ by then it was nigh noon. So I tuned in an 11-minute video added just today to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Ghosted by Trudeau in Vancouver.

It had been recorded yesterday outside of the Fairmont Hotel where our corrupt federal leader was speaker at a fundraiser for his political party.

We also watched something else, but it was long, and my brother gave up half way though because he wanted to try for bed rest again. I will tune it back in tomorrow and start off where we broke away.

I never sunned today. True, I did not much feel like it; but today is a bath day, so it took priority of my 'spare' time. Stripped down for the bath early this evening, my naked body weight was 179 pounds at very most.

I must close here ─ it is after 8:45 p.m.