Lies

Taking advantage of an available early evening yesterday, I tuned in on T.V. (via the Nova TV app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box) the 2016 movie The Rooftop Christmas Tree.

It was not the sort of Christmas movie I best like, and was also one of those rather rare Christmas movies wherein neither of the two main characters was a single parent, so there were no cute kids in this one.

It was definitely interesting enough, and I likely had my eyes burn more than once. Actress Michelle Morgan did a good job, although I had the sense that her character was likely supposed to be younger than the actress looked. Whether or not that was so, Michelle is actually about 2½ years older than Stephen Huszar, her romantic co-star.

One nice feature of the movie was that there were no truly malicious characters, although an officious warrant- or process-server played by Sean Tucker did come close and actually may have been irredeemably inflexible where concerned his job's duties.

Actually, that was one thing about the movie ─ as displayed by the two main characters and the most likeable judge ─ that I found to be offensive. They treated of the legal system as if it was not just something good, but actually verging on righteous and which must be obeyed under all situations.

The books are crammed with 'laws' that the public was never consulted about. Every piddling 'law' was written by men and women who in essence invented them. As far as I am concerned, if a 'law' can not be demonstrated to be an extension at some level of God's Ten Commandments, then it is of no import.

I watched the movie without knowing who the actor was who played the hermit-like elderly Black man who would erect a Christmas tree to his home's rooftop each year a week before Christmas, and who over the previous three years chose to serve time in jail because he refused to obey court orders to have it taken down.

I quickly enough recognized who the actor was, although I could not name him. It was Tim Reid, whose name I now do recognize as well. However, I misidentified in my mind the series he became well-known for ─ I thought it might be Barney Miller, but I see now that it was WKRP in Cincinnati.

Tim's character also deferred to the judicial system as if it really was instituted by God, and is not merely a corrupt construct of Man.

This theme throughout the movie was distasteful to me, but I can still recommend the movie. If you want to give it a shot and your browser has a decent ad blocker, try SFlix, or Soap2day, or 123Movies. I had that last choice freeze up or buffer on me just under 1½ minutes in, but maybe it was an issue with my Internet and will not affect you similarly.

Over the course of the movie I drank two cans of beer (one 5.5% alcohol, the other 8% alcohol), then had a substantial meal ─ my first in over 24 hours. I followed the meal with maybe three ounces of Bacardi Spiced Rum, if not a bit more.

I have lost all memory of my bedtime, but I would expect that it well preceded 11 p.m. What I do remember, though, is being most annoyed to find myself beset with vertigo arising from the drink. I had to struggle against it in order to relax adequately for eventual sleep.

My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m., for I wanted to be away by 5:45 a.m. on a five-mile+ walk that would see me doing some grocery shopping on the return leg of my route when I was about a mile from home.

My last hour in bed was to prove to be not particularly restful. I had become very overheated and somewhat dehydrated from the alcohol and the substantial supper. I was awake over the final half hour ─ I just did not wish to be rising excessively early.

Apparently my eldest stepson had a 12-hour day shift to put in (he starts at 6 a.m.), so he was to rise 30 - 45 minutes after I had. When I was aware that he was up, I shut myself into my bedroom so that he would not think that I was remaining up for the day ─ I like him to remain trained into locking the front door when he leaves.

I failed to be on my way as early as I wanted ─ the plan was to have an exercise session at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here. It was 5:55 a.m. once I had set off.

By this time I had changed my mind concerning where I would shop ─ I decided to tackle the 5.625-mile round trip to Real Canadian Superstore.

There had been rain earlier in the night, and initially I could feel some fine specks that indicated that the clouds might still be capable of unleashing more. That was not to happen, though.

Despite no longer having time for an exercise session, I did choose to have four sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. It was necessary to wipe a jungle gym or monkey bar dry to use bare-handed. I knew that fully clothed as I was, I was weighing 190 pounds; but I was there for a token bit of exercising, and not to over-strain my left elbow / lower forearm as had happened a few nights ago.

So all I managed were three and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; and then the same for chin-ups in the last two sets, with the final chin-up held for a 15-count.

Notwithstanding the stop to exercise, I still managed to reach the store a few minutes ahead of its 7 a.m. opening, and thus had to participate in a growing bit of a line-up.

I did not really need to buy anything ─ this was just a top-up run, basically.

It was still quite murky when I got to the store, but it was daylit once I had left. And I was back home by maybe 8:15 a.m. without event.

Since my younger brother was not stirring from bed as yet, I returned to my own to attempt a little further sleep.

I was only abed an hour or so when I believed myself to be hearing the T.V. playing, so I rose and soon ventured downstairs for my day's second truly stiff mug of coffee (I had my first such beverage during the time I had been up prior to my walk).

Alas, I was not to be given the opportunity to put our Android TV Box into play. Soon after 10 a.m. my brother began switching back and forth between two NFL games. I politely sat until I had finished my mug of coffee, and then I left my brother to them.

After I leafed through the Sunday morning edition of the The Province that I subscribe to, I came upstairs here to my bedroom where I keep this computer, and I tuned in the latest addition of October 12 to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Covid Lie Worldwide Hangs by a Thread.

Guest: Shawn Cassista - Advocate for Truth, Freedom and Justice
www.nomoretyranny.net
www.themythiscanada.com

Shawn Cassista only joined Christopher James Pritchard for maybe 10 minutes late into the programme. I am going to give Shawn's first video in his Common Law course a try this coming week. If it appears sensible and workable to my brother and I, we will continue with the series.

My brother watched his football until almost 1 p.m. before retiring to his bedroom to rest up before leaving for the day to socialize. I was in bed in pursuit of a nap when he rose and left.

Now, returning to yesterday ─ or my post for that day ─ my wife was supposed to e-Transfer me nigh $1,500 by the end of that day for me to deposit into her chequing account to obliterate a -1,471.67 balance.

Yes, that is a negative balance. Somehow she got the financial institution to allow her some unknown (by me) amount of credit ─ Saturday morning the figure had been -$2,990.96.

Well, at 11:04 p.m. last evening she texted me to say that she had misunderstood ─ it was this evening that she was going to be able to e-Transfer me the money.

Now, the reason her negative balance decreased Saturday was because either the financial institution took it upon themselves to rob all of my private (as opposed to joint with my wife) account of $1,519.29 to apply towards her debt; or they removed the privacy shield from my account and added the account to our joint accounts and she then transferred out the money herself.

My wife claimed Friday / Saturday night that she would repay the money on Monday, but now I am unsure if she actually realizes that there are two amounts of approximately $1,500 that I have been angry about. In other words, it is entirely possible that she is unaware that my private account was pillaged.

For how will she be able to come up with nearly $3,000 if she has been presently without the money?

In addition, she must pay a lawyer firm $810 on Wednesday ─ the second of eight such monthly payments they are demanding from her in order to liquidate a credit card debt she chose to go delinquent on.

If she does not quite understand that I have been so furiously upset about my $1,519.29 disappearing, and not about her -$1,471.67 credit debt on her chequing account (which is actually accessible to me because it is really a joint account), then there is some difficulty ahead. The bi-weekly mortgage is due to be debited by a different financial institution from my empty account on Thursday ─ if my wife is not realizing that she has to repay my $1,519.29, then her two sons are going to have to be made privy to her abject folly ─ and she dreads their censure.

She is a casino addict, and has been an enormous stress to all of us.

I will await her e-Transfer later today if it does occur, and then text her to get her confirmation that she is somehow going to replace my $1,519.29 tomorrow.

As for right now, it is just after 7:30 p.m., and has been lightly raining since the latter afternoon. I have plans to get out for a five-mile+ walk to do the Save-On-Foods shopping this morning that I switched in favour of the slightly longer Real Canadian Superstore hike.

But Save-On-Foods closes at 10 p.m., so I must be on my way by 8 p.m. in order to have some time to do the shopping when I am at the store about a mile from home on the return portion of my walk. I cannot shop there first and then lug my purchases with me for over four miles while I have my walk ─ I am not that mad for exercise.

If I return home to find my younger brother watching T.V., then I will sit up with him and have two or three beers. But if he is passed out in front of the T.V., then I will leave him to it and come upstairs here to my computer.

Provided all goes well and safely, I will likely be posting tomorrow how everything went.

Not your typical 74-year-old!