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Unexpectedly, I managed to remain in bed overnight until my 7 a.m. alarm chimed ─ I had remained in bed apart from rising once to use the toilet.
My wife's bedroom door was closed, so I knew she had come home last night at some point after she had finished work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
My purpose this morning was to keep a 10:30 a.m. appointment to have my two pieces of provincial I.D. renewed; and since I would be walking the 2½ miles to get to the ICBC driver licensing office where this is done ─ and I was directed to show up 10 minutes ahead of my appointment time ─ I wanted to leave here around 9:20 a.m.
It had been raining earlier and this was still a threat, so I would be bringing an umbrella just in case I was going to be confronted with a drenching.
My younger brother rose quite early ─ certainly before 8:30 a.m. He had a 1 p.m. ferry boarding scheduled, for he had plans to visit his old friend Frank H. over on the Island, and was not booked for a return sailing until maybe 5:30 p.m. tomorrow.
He and I were barely to talk. We had a "Good morning" exchange; and then just as I was set to leave, he was probably getting together some items in his bedroom for his trip, so I just humorously counselled him not to just sit around all weekend, and he responded that he would try not to.
I don't think that he realized that I was about to be leaving for anywhere, so until he also left later, he must have wondered what was up with me.
From what I later learned from my wife, he was gone when she rose from bed for the day.
I hate day walking ─ the traffic, and so many other pedestrians.
I probably arrived ahead of 10:20 a.m., and there was quite a long line-up. Eventually I spoke with a young South Asian lad ahead of me and learned that he also had a 10:30 a.m. appointment. But that line of people hardly ever advanced.
Finally a woman came outside and called out to know if any of us had an appointment ─ there were several of us who responded affirmatively. It would seem that perhaps we were expected to have joined a far shorter line within the building doors, but this information was never included in the instructions when we booked, nor in the three E-mailed reminders sent to me following that booking back on October 11.
It was after 11 a.m. when that woman came outside.
At least I got it all over with, and as a result of being a senior, my fee was merely $15 (I think the rate otherwise may have been $35).
I walked home via a longer route because I felt that I would experience less other foot traffic ─ I believe I was right about that. I didn't pay attention to the time, but I may have gotten back around 12:15 p.m. My wife was busy in the kitchen, and had thought that I was away somewhere with my brother.
She was to start doing some delicious-smelling cooking ─ and me into the Sabbath fast that I began at nightfall yesterday! I had to reveal this fact to her when she later called out to me if I wanted to eat.
I was to have to return to bed for an hour or so, by which time my wife was showering ─ she was evidently to have to work the latter part of the day, beginning at 4:30 p.m. I know naught of her schedule tomorrow, but knowing that my brother is not to be back tonight will likely make coming home quite attractive to her.
He left me his monthly expenses reconciliation cheque, so possibly sometime tomorrow I may deposit it.
I had a bath this latter afternoon, and once stripped down naked, I seriously believed it possible that I would weigh two or three pounds below 180 ... but at lowest I was only 179 pounds. In view of how hungry and weak I have felt, this is not quite encouraging.
By the way, over the afternoon I have watched ... but mostly listened to ... a nearly two-hour (1:50:02) video uploaded on October 20 to YouTube's TFTC channel: Whitney Webb | AI-Powered Tyranny.
Marty sits down once again with Whitney Webb to discuss the conflict in the Levant and how the bankers intend to use AI to control your life.
Whitney's links: https://linktr.ee/whitneywebb
I hope Whitney is wrong about cash potentially being extinct by the end of next year. If true and I do not have the financially helping hand of God well before then, I might as well surrender and just die.
On a far lighter and more entertaining vein, sine my brother is to be away the entirety of this evening, I am going to watch a Christmas movie and have a couple or so drinks as well as a nice supper.
I will be rising at 4 a.m. overnight and make an effort to be away by 5:45 a.m. on a walk / grocery shopping excursion. I am aware, though, that at 2 a.m. hereabouts our clocks will be set back an hour (Pacific Standard Time) and it will become 1 a.m. for the second time here in the Pacific Time Zone.
With dawn now arriving an hour earlier tomorrow than it otherwise would have, I may forsake shopping at the supermarket I had intended. The store opens at 7 a.m., and is over 2¾ miles distant. I hate day walking. It would be just about dawn when I left home; whereas otherwise I would have been able to walk to the store in darkness.
Instead I will likely settle upon a nearer store that I can visit when I am on the return leg of my five-mile+ walk. This store also opens at 7 a.m., but at least it is only a mile away ─ not more than 2¾ miles of day walking as would be the situation with what otherwise would have been my shopping choice.
It is now approaching 6:45 p.m., so I am free to eat and drink ─ night is here. I shall take a break and report on that movie when I resume this post.
My Christmas movie selection was 2016's Holiday Joy. It was not my kind of Christmas movie, but the story did prove very involving, even if it is ludicrous that a teenager could 'wake up' and not only be the daughter of well-to-do neighbours whose home life and lifestyle she has long envied, but she even has an athletic physique and looks.
How could anyone revel in this transition for several days when all ties with her real life were gone? Her former friendships, the familiarity of her real father and her two brothers ─ none of these existed anymore, yet this teen revelled in all of her changes without any despair over what was gone.
I was impressed by how skilfully actress Bailee Madison transitioned into a genuinely sexy young woman ─ her character's former self was believably dowdy and unfit (she even had a bit of a swollen abdomen distending forth through her clothing that I assumed was really the unathletic actress).
Her movie 'former' father was played by French Stewart ─ I cannot recall ever seeing him playing a straighter role (he is usually some sort of oddball).
Yes, I did find the movie to be deeply touching in its later stages; but again, it was not what I look for in a Christmas movie. Yet with that said, I can honestly recommend it.
I watched it on T.V. via our Android TV Box, but on a computer with a decent ad blocker on your favourite browser, three sources for the movie are SFlix, or MoviesJoy, or FMovies.
Well, with my brother away for the night, I am going to risk a promised phone call to a late dear friend's needy ladyfriend, Sandy W., and hopefully she won't keep me too long if the call reaches her ─ I rather hope she is unavailable.
And wouldn't you know it! My wife just got home at 10 p.m.
Sorry, Sandy!
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