New Year's Eve 2023

The day has not been disastrous, but maybe the most of it was.

After my last writings, around 5:15 a.m. my emotion and anxiety led me to play (via the commercial-free StreamTube app that I have downloaded in our Android TV Box) a stream of Christmas music videos to which I poured a big shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) that I thereafter followed up with another.

Time ran away to some degree, and it was after 6 a.m. by the time I left to supposedly embark upon a grocery shopping expedition. I could not resist stopping at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here to see how I might fare with some pull-ups ─ I thought maybe three sets, but there was some fool South Asian wandering around in the dark talking in his language on his cellphone.

So I determined just one set ... and surprised myself with a possible six pull-ups barehanded despite the metal bar being wet from rain and / or condensation. Probably I weighed 190 pounds easily at that point.

Then I checked the time as I was on my way ─ it was already 6:32 a.m. This was ludicrous! I deemed it far to late for a five-mile+ hike even on a Sunday morning.

So defeated, I returned home.

I was never to resume sleep ─ I did lie down, but my younger brother rose especially early. He was up by possibly 7 a.m.

So I waited a half hour at most while he finished the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to, then he turned on the T.V.

Since I had failed to find sleep, I joined him. And soon we began watching videos on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a wonderful 42½-minute (42:35) addition yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: My TV Station Fired Me for Telling the Truth! Jimmy Dore interviews me.

The thumbnail says it all!!
A huge thank you to Stef, Mischa and the fabulous Jimmy Dore. Incredible to on your show!

I love Anita Krishna!

I next tuned in a 2023 documentary well over an hour in length (1:11:56) on Rumble that I likely would have given up on (I know nothing of finance nor economics): The Great Taking - Documentary.

David Webb exposes the system the Central Bankers have in place to take everything from everyone.

But it finally became far more real and was worth sitting through.

I won't bother mentioning anything else. Suffice to say that my brother and I did not break until early into the noon hour. I had early on spiked a coffee with some booze, but I behaved thereafter and felt quite sober by the time we broke.

My brother sought some bed rest, and I had my day's first meal and then pursued a much needed nap.

I succeeded to considerable degree, waking to find that he had left for the day. I think that it was already after 3 p.m.

I bided time until deciding that with the nearest government liquor store two miles distant closing at 6 p.m. ─ and me with only five cans of Cariboo Malt in my supply ─ I needed to make the hike for another dozen.

I left afoot just ahead of 5 p.m., and completed that errand.

The weather was mild, and dry. No one was home when I left, but one of my stepsons was home at my return.

I determined that I needed to fire up all of our Christmas lights, and then tune in a Christmas movie to start drinking to. My selection was to be 2017's A Very Country Christmas.

I had my doubts about the movie because although I did well visually recognize the lead actor whose character the movie centred around, his name is unknown to me and I am not anything like a fan.

So maybe lead actress Bea Santos would pay off? Well, she certainly did ─ scrawny as she was. But a huge part of the story draw was the bonding of her daughter and the main male character (as played by Greyston Holt). Honestly, I felt that Greyston was stretching to seem natural until he began acting with the young actress (Raven Stewart?) portraying Bea Santos's daughter. That was probably when I truly began to like his character.

I downed either three or four cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and have only broke from the drinking to hurry through this post. It is presently 9:15 p.m., and my brother has yet to show.

Should you wish to sample the movie, I m only going to take the effort to suggest this source at Upmovies.to.

I have no idea what is in store for my evening, but I do not intend to go anywhere unless my brother fails to appear soon and I become stupidly drink and restless.

I am not going to proofread this post.

A Song for Christmas

Well, setting my cellphone alarm for 3:30 or 4 a.m. may prove to be irrelevant when I have an early a.m. walk planned ─ it was the case last night.

I had drunk an additional large shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) on top of the two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and the first Kraken shot that I had taken during a good Christmas movie.That second shot of rum had to be finished here at my bedside computer because my younger brother was espied by me getting set to back his van into the driveway ─ I was watching Christmas music videos at the time. No one else was home

After retiring to bed, I managed to get to sleep; but then I became aware of considerable extraneous activity. I recognized my wife's voice, so she was home from working at the Thai restaurant.

And my brother seemed to have the T.V. on unusually loud.

Maybe I dozed a bit more, but soon enough I was too awake. So I peeked at the time ─ if I am remembering correctly, it was sometime in the first half of the midnight hour. Sleep seemed futile despite further trying, so I risked visiting the bathroom for some relief.

My wife had secured herself into her bedroom, but she was evidently cognizant that I was likely out of my bedroom, so she sallied forth from hers.

She did not need to explain her fuss ─ it was starkly apparent: the young South Asian males a mere 10 - 15 feet away next door were blasting their wailing, yodelling-like native music, but they seemed to have an almost rap-like version.

My wife and her youngest son (26 years old) may have tried to do something, but to no avail. I know the lad actually went next door a few months ago on such a night to directly complain; and my wife has done the same in the past.

She even recently had me file an online noise complaint with the City of Surrey.

So now the two had phoned the RCMP. According to my wife, whomever took the call acknowledged having previously received a complaint about the same address. Supposedly, an officer would be dispatched when one was available.

My wife went downstairs to try to sleep on the living room chesterfield, but her inconsiderate eldest son (29 years old) ensconced himself at the dining table as he often does in the wee a.m. to watch videos on a laptop, so I doubt that the glow of the ceiling light was at all conducive to sleep.

Meantime, I saw myself with no choice but to ready for a walk. The odd thing is that I felt far more rested than I normally do ─ despite the drinking which should have been an issue. But I felt no effects from it whatsoever.

It was quite mild out ─ an earlier online check netted the claim of 10.6° Celsius (51.08° F.). By the time I was all dressed to go, I weighed about 190 pounds.

I did my best to slip away unnoticed.

The sky was overcast, and the pavement was with the tell-tale damp hue of much earlier rain.

Even so, at the elementary school playground three or four blocks away where I stopped for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the equipment was dry.

I had to settle with my recent maximum norms of five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in a middle two sets; and then two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets. The very last pull-up was held for a 20-count.

And I topped things off with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I had noticed an apparent couple of homeless people hanging about at the street outside of the school. It looked as if the woman was deformed or disabled, or else she was bent in slowly pushing something along the sidewalk. She almost looked like she was in something like a wheelchair and moving it backwards.

Her male companion was a very bulky figure ─ he seemed to likely be draped with a voluminous rain poncho over heavy wear.

He had been moving along the street in the direction from which they had come ─ and in which I was bound ─ and he was returning towards her. I saw some sort of upright wheeled conveyance such as might be used to carry golf clubs that he had left behind in returning towards her.

I was crossing school property and still well removed from the street, but I was going to reach it well beyond where they were. However, I was noticed in the gloom, and two or three times I am certain that a "Yo!" was directed at me by the male.

I am not out at night to meet people, make friends, nor give away my money, so I ignored him and kept on. In doing so, in the gloom I passed what appeared to be a yellow mountain bike or something similar.

So maybe these two were hauling along a fair load ─ I honestly do not know. I just passed the laying bike and kept travelling apace.

It was trying to rain, but only with an occasional spit of rain.

I put in most of my walk ─ maybe I had two miles remaining of the five miles (plus) before it maintained a steady light rain that was never enough to be a wet threat. But when I was cutting through that same school property ─ but on its far side ─ I thought that I could see a human figure in the dark on a set of school cement steps leading from the street sidewalk.

I kept going. Maybe it was only something draped over a handrail.

It had been 2:24 a.m. when I left home, and it was 4:17 a.m. once I was back.

The loud music was still blaring. However my home was in darkness, and my wife had returned to her bedroom.

I got inspired to commence a follow-up E-mailed noise complaint on behalf of my wife. But at 4:30 a.m. the booming, throbbing music suddenly ceased. And I was to hear nothing further, so I deleted the complaint.

It was at least 5:15 a.m. before I returned to bed for some further sleep, not easily gotten. Eventually instead of trying for more, I peeked at the time and saw it to be around 8:30 a.m., so I decided that I would rise ─ I correctly expected that my brother was downstairs watching T.V.

I was to learn from him that he heard nothing of any loud music. Yet he constantly claims that he sleeps poorly.

Today is a Sabbath fast in which I do not eat until after dark, so I was not all that keen on rising ─ my fast also involves abstaining from coffee, so there was nothing to look forward to in forcing myself from bed as early as this.

Through the agency of our Android TV Box, my brother and I were to watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest two videos.

From Thursday that was the hour-long (1:05:37) Massive Black Swan Event For 2024 Being "Predicted" By The So Called "Elite".

The public who actually listen to the cues are being pretty much promised that 2024 will entail massive infrastructure cyberattacks and war. Bill Gates says we must take on digital identity soon or be shut out of society, and Canada is on the brink of doing universal basic income. Who will pay those hundreds of billions?... even more taxes and inflation? Will 2024 be the next stepping stone for the elites so called Great Reset? Watch and listen to the information I found so far about 2024. I spelled deagal wrong on the show's audio. It is https://www.deagel.com/

Then it was yesterday's slightly longer (1:06:34) Final Days In Court (Days 10-13) Judicial Review Against Bonnie Henry's Vax Mandates.

These are my audio notes for the last 4 days of court before the judge makes his decision. Enjoy some ludicrous arguments from Bonnie's lawyers. Judge to make decision in New Year.

We basically had a break between the videos because my brother had his duty of leaving just past 10:10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work.

After we had watched the second video ─ well, listened, since it was audio alone ─ he announced that he was heading out for the day to socialize, even though it may not have been any later than 11:40 a.m.

Since I could eat nothing, I soon enough returned to bed to do my best to lose myself in repose and slumberland. I remained abed until around 2 p.m., rising to find my wife up.

She was to have to work beginning in the latter afternoon, so she left here on her fairly long drive at something like 3:20 p.m. She shared a hug with me, wishing me a "Happy New Year" and saying that she would not be back until ... well, I am supposing likely January 2nd or so.

She also asked $100 from me, claiming to have no money. She is not even able to make this month's $810 payment to a lawyer firm on behalf of a credit card debt she shirked payments on. So she had me send them her excuse that she would not likely be able to pay until January 12.

This was to have been her fourth such payment of six, so she has thus far only made half of the payments. I have no idea how her revelation is going to be received ─ the payment was due December 20.

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I took a break from this post because my younger brother had arrived home (it was likely around 9:45 p.m.), and I was exceptionally drowsy. I mistakenly thought that if I went to bed I might only succumb to a short bout of sleep. However, when I woke and checked the time, it was around 12:45 a.m. early into the last day of 2023.

With the damage done ─ that is, my post was going to have to be pre-dated (after I completed it) to reflect a December 30 publishing date ─ I did my best to sleep further, for I had morning plans for some shopping and I did not intend to be up any earlier than 4 a.m.

Well, I only managed a further nap, this time finding the time to be just after 1:50 a.m. And despite trying for another half hour, I could sleep no more, so I rose.

At this moment it is 2:33 a.m., and it does not bode at all well for my day's activities.

To return to my narration of the latter portion of December 30 (Saturday), after it was dark and around 5:30 p.m., I decided to break from this post to watch a Christmas movie while ending my Sabbath fast and having a few drinks.

Since this was a scheduled bath day, I was taking quite a risk that my brother might return home before I had finished blogging, for I had no intention of sitting up late with him.

My movie choice was 2017's A Song for Christmas, and I very much enjoyed it. Often, the alcohol helped me become emotional as I reflected upon the 'could have been' that was never to be in my life. So I do not become emotional so much for the characters in the story as I do for myself as being a version of the male lead. I imagine myself as a young man who was a better version of the young man I actually was, and I picture him meeting someone like the main female character.

Only now have I discovered that lead actress Becca Tobin was a regular on the T.V. series Glee that I was a fan of. I cannot recall her character in that series, but I do vaguely have an image of her possible younger self ─ her face's smile is rather distinctive.

Note that there is another 2017 movie with an identical name that had nothing to do with Hallmark, albeit I am sure it was a romantic Christmas movie as well.

I was impressed by supporting actress Kendra Leigh Timmins, who played the male lead's 16-year-old sister. She has exceptional natural beauty, and looks far wiser than her years. But I suppose that it helps that she was around 25 years old at the time. Becca's character was only supposed to be 28 (she was 31, so close enough) and a dozen years older than Kendra's character.

Christmas movies can be truly hard on me, for they often rip me open. In retrospect as I work on this post at what is now 3:06 a.m., I suppose that I was. And so I do recommend the movie.

A commercial-free online source ─ i.e., one for which you ought not to require an ad blocker on your browser ─ is OK.ru. Also quite good is Cineb.watch, or even Fmovies.

During the movie I put down two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a big shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol). If I did not have that bath scheduled, possibly I would have indulged in more.

Or maybe I would have broke from the drinking and been able to complete this post before my brother showed up ─ I believe that would have been my choice.

Enough for this post. Now I have to figure out how I am going to salvage this New Year's Eve, the final day of 2023.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Decay

It becomes both frustrating and aggravating that I put myself out to watch shows with my brother of an evening ─ as was the case last evening ─ only to have him pass out and back in, over and over again.

It started with the first show, an episode of Glitch ─ the second episode ("Am I in Hell?") of the very first season. He did manage to be conscious for more of it than he missed.

That was not the case with the second show, the premiere episode of SS-GB.

The episode was certainly interesting enough, but it was beyond his alcohol-damaged brain to comprehend. My major complaint about the episode, though, was that so many of the characters spoke almost as if whispering theatrically, and I found them largely or effectively inaudible.

Ahh! I had not realized this ─ the above was my personal opinion, but Wikipedia had this to say about that audio defect: 

The main criticisms were against the sound quality and the reportedly-inaudible dialogue for some viewers in the first episode, which the BBC offered to "look at" for future episodes.

So it was a valid experience, and not a fault of my own.

My brother did seem to remain conscious for the majority of the third show I tuned in: The Good Karma Hospital. This was the premiere episode of season or series four. We had been fans of the series for its first three seasons, and then drifted from it when it underwent an apparent three-year hiatus.

My brother then requested something short, so I tuned in an episode of Ghost. Alas, he was soon so bloody annoying snoring away with his head hung low on his chest that in disgust I turned everything off and headed on upstairs. However, the sudden silence roused him, and he tried to act as if he was involved in the show, almost expostulating over its discontinuance.

I merely stated the obvious: it was best the episode be saved for when he could actually manage to watch it.

It is not just his snoring that I find detestable. When he comes in from recurring bouts of unconsciousness, he too often only does so because of commencing to gag on his own slobber; so he erupts into choking fits that drown out the T.V.

But it does not prevent him from thereafter passing out again until he next chokes himself conscious.

Honestly, who needs this when trying to enjoy some T.V.?

Perhaps the evening's distasteful television experience was contributory, but I was to foully remain up here at my bedside computer until possibly beyond 4 a.m., and I am sorely concerned about myself for such ready weakness.

Note that my wife had come home directly from work last evening, I am happy to report. She didn't have to work today until the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time, so she did not head away on her fairly long drive until nigh 3:30 p.m.

She did not rise this morning until after my brother had left for the day unusually early.

I had risen around 9:40 a.m. at minimum, feeling abominable ─ far worse than the mere three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) would normally have me feeling. I blame the misconduct and inadequate sleep.

He and I only watched about half of a very good 1½-hour (1:27:49) documentary: COVIDLAND: The Mask.

Covidland: The Mask is the second episode in the riveting Infowars Original Series known as Covidland. This installment in the series documents the truth about face masks while drawing on expert interviews familiar with the regulatory codes for personal protective equipment (PPE) to examine the health impact that masks have on the youth.

The medical establishment has long known that surgical and cloth masks offer no protection from viruses and are fertile breeding grounds for harmful bacteria.

We must put an end to the barbaric practice of masking children. Kids are bearing the brunt of this foolish, unscientific practice as they are forced to wear masks all day long at school.

Covidland: The Mask is the activist episode that will open eyes and change minds forever on this issue of face masks.

There are other sources at Rumble if this link fails.

My brother had left early into the video to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, so I had paused the video for possibly as many as 20 minutes.

Then it was not even 11:30 a.m. when he announced that he was about to leave for the day to begin socializing. He excused himself from the video by disclaiming that it was "old news" and I need not save it ─ watch it here on my own.

Well, he was right ─ I need no convincing whatsoever to hereafter deny the wearing of face masks; and so I closed down the video and was soon to bed in search of a nap.

I never really did fall asleep, for whatever reason; and I was up again not too very long after 1 p.m. And so was my wife, busy downstairs in the kitchen.

She and I never much conversed. Once she enjoined that when I ate, I should concentrate on the green curry dish that she had brought home last evening. We never spoke with one another again until she announced that she was very quickly to be leaving for work.

Is it any wonder I feel so marginalized and alone in my bleak, pointless life?

Anyway, as of sunset or soon after I would be engaging a Sabbath fast, so I did fill up on a dish featuring her green curry. Then when she left us, I needed some drink and a Christmas movie, so here at my computer I tuned in 2017's A Royal Christmas Ball.

My source here at my computer (my eldest stepson had usurped the dining table downstairs to watch videos on his smartphone or tablet, putting the T.V. off limits, to my considerable irritation) was this link at MoviesJoy.mx.

I drank a can of Cariboo Malt before having a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) that I then followed with another can of Cariboo Malt. I would have ingested more, but by then it had become dark and my fast officially underway.

I enjoyed the movie.

Nonetheless, I want to express that I feel considerable concern for beautiful husky-voiced lead actress Tara Reid's physique. The poor thing clearly does nothing by way of physical fitness. Her scrawny body is just skin and skeleton ─ she has no visible musculature.

And her posture ─ her skeleton ─ is deplorable. She is sunken and visibly hunches and sags ─ she is going to have major osteo issues when she becomes a senior, if symptoms are not already manifesting.

Her movie teen daughter ─ Haley Pullos ─ was cute and fun to watch; and the daughter's best friend as played by actress Kennedy Lea Slocum had amazingly big, beautiful eyes ─ I loved her expressions, too, for she mugged exceptionally, as did Haley Pullos.

Yes, the movie was formulaic, but I love my Christmas movies when enjoyed with alcohol. My eyes burned a lot, and my sinuses / nasal passages were well irrigated.

I needed the alcohol. I detest spending the sort of evening I had last night with my brother ─ it did nothing to make me want to stop having nighttime walks, and in doing so thereby spend more time each week watching evening T.V. with him.

I will not be watching anything with him tonight, and plan nothing until New Year's Eve (Sunday evening).

I just wish that I could have some more to drink ─ I might actually cheat on my Sabbath fast just to do that, but I will seek to resist.

Meantime, I tuned in an episode of The Flash on T.V. following my Christmas movie. The episode was number 16 ("P.O.W.") of season seven.

I am going to be relieved once I am done with Black Lightning, The Flash, and Supergirl ─ this bloody nonsense of LGBT identifiers being a massive and consequential percentage of the population is as preposterous as is the rot of not ever killing the most evil of villains.

Be bloody real, for Pete's sake!

Anyway, 8 p.m. has now passed, so I am going to cash out relatively early and not bother setting my cellphone alarm until ... I don't know ... maybe 4 a.m.? If I rise earlier, and am well rested and eager for a walk, then great! But I am so weary of ─ or feeling committed or obligated to be ─ getting up no later than 1:30 a.m. for my walks and finding that others are still not to bed.

I miss not living alone. In almost every way that matters, I AM alone. I do everything by myself that really matters to me ─ all of my physical activities; but even those are curbed because I am subject to everyone else's schedules who share my home.

I married to have a life's companion and most intimate friend. That has not been so in more than a dozen years. All I have now are responsibilities and massive financial debt ... and loneliness.

Enough blogging for today.

Selling Sickness

Yet again I was to find myself awake during the midnight hour, finally rising around 12:50 a.m. and slowly readying for my five-mile+ walk ─ no 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm required, although it did chime because I neglected to disable it.

My younger brother was still watching T.V. downstairs, so I remained obscure within my bedroom until he finally retired to his bedroom around 1:30 a.m.

Supposedly, it was 12° Celsius (53.6° F.) outside hereabouts, according to an online check. Rain was predicted ─ in 64 minutes, if you can believe that! But it was enough to have me pack my umbrella along with my ski gloves and Titan baton flashlight stun gun.

I have also been carrying the wee rectangular flashlight with no brand marking of any sort that my wife gave me for Christmas. However, I have not used it ─ nor even the Titan flashlight in what seems like weeks. I am becoming so familiar with my route that I just about always 'go dark'.

Once I was dressed to go, I supposedly weighed as much as 192 pounds, but I also had a registry of barely over 190 pounds on another weigh attempt.

It was 1:38 a.m. once I was on my way.

There seemed some gusts of wind on occasion within the first half mile or so, but I never noticed any thereafter until ─ oddly enough ─ I was back within a half mile or so of home.

It was nice to find it relatively dry out there for a change. Heck, at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, even the equipment was dry. Treat though that was, I still could not best my recent norms of five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and a pair of pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, with the very last pull-up held for a 20-count.

And of course I finished with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I never hurried in my walk, nor did I bother with any 'old man' jogging. I even stopped a few times ─ most particularly when I could hear some guy raging away in the distance of the Fraser Highway very near to 96th Avenue (Google Map), but I could not see the idiot.

He certainly liked use of the "F" word.

I had first heard the commotion (initially it sound like he was thrashing or whacking bushes) when I was cutting from Green Timbers Way past the Surrey Nature Centre in order to reach Fraser Highway just shy of the creek that you can see on this Google Map, and I could still occasionally hear the berserker after I had crossed 140th Street and was halfway to King George Boulevard.

He was either roaring at a very silent companion, or else he was doing so to someone on a cellphone.

Anyway, I was quite delighted to arrive back home at 3:32 a.m. without any jogging whatsoever ─ and while wearing my shoddy no-name AliExpress boots.

I did not get back to bed until about 5 a.m., and I remained there until I noticed it to be quite light outside ─ a check of the time revealed that it was about 9:45 a.m.

My brother had been awaiting me to put our Android TV Box to work and spare him the T.V.'s basic cable programming.

I led us off with an interesting 1¼-hour (1:17:46) video streamed Christmas eve to Rumble's TammyCuthbertGarcia channel: Kim Witczak - Selling Sickness. People Before Profits, but after maybe 20 minutes my brother asked for something else because ─ to paraphrase him ─ "we know all this."

I had to check myself from reacting negatively to that.

So I then tuned in an even longer (1:48:52) December 27 stream to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: So, This Was Christmas.

Year end review and an update on the Coutt’s boys with Granny MacKay.

The description does not indicate that there was a fairly lengthy telephone interview with one of "the Coutt's 4" ─ Tony Olienick.

It must have been nearing 12:20 p.m. when my brother finally departed the tail end of the video to seek some bed rest, for he would later be heading out afoot to catch a bus to meet up with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub.

I did not quite watch the video to its conclusion because Laura-Lynn seemed aimless and reluctant to call it quits; also, I do not share her Biblical interpretations ─ she seems too simplistic, and listening to her views becomes rather tiresome.

The real world is not Sunday school, so I do not care to be given the same sort of pap. 

Anyway, I was having my nap when my brother left for the day.

My wife had to work the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose early enough to shower and otherwise ready herself, and was away on her fairly long drive by 10:15 a.m., I would say.

It was raining over the course of the morning, but had ceased by the afternoon, I suppose.

I want to get in a walk this evening to free me up from having one overnight ─ and to allow me to sit up late watching some T.V. with my brother and having a few drinks, whether or not he can retain consciousness once he's back home.

It is already 6:25 p.m., so I am going to break from this post and begin readying. My plan is to hike over to Surrey Place (Central City) after withdrawing some of my monthly pension that I believe was directly deposited yesterday.

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Well, darn it!

I had hardly gotten home from my outing than my brother showed up ─ quite plastered.

I am going to have to publish this post as is, for there is no more time to work on it.

Home Alone, But Not Alone

As has been happening a lot of late, it was during the first half of the midnight hour last night that I found myself awake enough to be checking the time. I think that I may have lain there afterwards until something like 12:50 a.m. before choosing to rise instead of awaiting my 1:30 a.m. alarm to get me up to ready for my planned five-mile+ walk.

My younger brother was still watching T.V. downstairs, and did not seek his bedroom for the night until maybe 1:30 a.m. Even so, that did not exactly free things up for me ─ my eldest stepson took advantage of my brother's vacation of the living room, and set himself up at the dining table to watch videos on his laptop.

I had remained behind my bedroom's closed door, so no one was aware that I was up.

An online check for the temperature hereabouts yielded the claim of 7.5° Celsius (45.5° F.), but around the time that my brother went to his bedroom, I could hear rain outside.

And so I packed my umbrella, as well as ski gloves and my Titan baton flashlight stun gun.

When I was all set to go, my fully clothed weight was up as much as 192 pounds ─ rather discouraging, but I had missed out on any activity for two full days.

It was 1:47 a.m. by the time I had sneaked outside to avoid notice by my stepson. It was only slightly spitting some rain, and even that was to cease and remain so.

Possibly the rain had only been a passing shower that was designed to wet the playground equipment at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here where I would be stopping for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

When I did get there, I took the time to wipe dry a couple of the metal jungle gym monkey bars, and to my pleasant surprise I was able to open with five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and a pair of pull-ups between two bars in both of the final two sets. I held the very last pull-up for a 20-count.

Then it was over to a cement ramp for 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture.

There was only one event during my walk that was notable.

If the link to this Google Map remains valid, I was walking 'up' Quibble Creek Greenway from Fraser Highway and was bound for 100th Avenue. I never bothered to turn on my Titan, but I was carrying it 'just in case', for Quibble Creek Greenway is unlit and one never knows who (or what) one might encounter.

I had progressed a short distance beyond a very short spur of the Greenway that leads to 138A Street when it seemed to me that there was some peculiar flickering being reflected about me, as if from a Christmas display at one of the nearby apartment buildings; but none of the decorated balconies I had noticed sported blinking lights.

I turned about and was startled to see a couple of unusual lights behind me that may have attained the Greenway from that aforementioned spur. But one light was red; a companion light some other colour, maybe blue.

Thus, not anyone's flashlight.

I heard no voices, but clearly there were two different light sources. Might one or more people be coming along the Greenway on those powered scooters that are so popular which require the operators to stand upon as if on a skateboard?

I did not care to betray my awareness, so I swiftly turned about and headed for 100th Avenue with a more serious stride.

At one point when I was near that avenue and had not yet been overtaken, I looked back, but there were no lights in sight, and I could see all the way back to Fraser Highway.

What the deuce had gone on? I have before seen a few times someone distantly on the Greenway using a bright flashlight and who has been with a couple of companion lights. Whomever that was, he (or possibly she) seems to walk a pair of dogs that are each harnessed with lights ─ one of the dogs in red, the other in blue.

I always detour rather than encounter this grouping in the night.

Was perhaps that same party accessing the Greenway from the spur leading to 138A Street? Maybe the dogs had run ahead of their owner, and that is why I did not see a flashlight.

It is odd, though, that no trace of a light was in sight when I looked back that second time. Maybe the dogs' owner was not even intending to come onto the Greenway, and the two dogs had simply run onto it from 138A Street before they were called back.

It was rather creepy.

Anyway, I had my walk, with the usual little bit of 'old man' jogging along forested 96th Avenue between 148th Street and Green Timbers Way (Google Map) when thew sparse traffic would allow; and it was 3:41 a.m. by the time I was back home, the house by then in darkness.

I was to get caught up in composing a lengthy E-mail to an Edmonton cousin (Doug S.), with the consequence that it was at least 5:44 a.m. before I made my return to bed.

I later checked the time upon realizing that it was quite light outside, for I wondered if my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. and wondering when the heck I was going to get up and come to put our Android TV Box into operation.

The time? It was 10:30 a.m. ─ even 9:30 a.m. was unusually late, so this was unheard of!

Well, he was not home ─ he had already left earlier to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work. I was to have time enough before his return to locate a couple of videos for play and to get some water heating up for an instant coffee ere he did return.

I love little Anita Krishna! So when I saw that she had a new 9½-minute (9:35) video out that she added yesterday to her Rumble AKStraightSpeaks channel, I led us off with it: A Little 'Network' rant for the end 2023.

After that we only had time for a 1¼-hour (1:18:53) upload to YouTube's ENDEVR channel: Jesus Town, USA: Where Christ Dies and Rises Once a Year | ENDEVR Documentary.

For 88 years, a small Oklahoma town has pantomimed a passion play on a bizarre reproduction of Jerusalem built into the Wichita foothills.

Jesus Town, USA is a light-hearted and comedic documentary chronicling the journey of a 100-strong amateur cast, a dozen horses, and very devout community. Once boasting audiences of over 200,000 the Pageant now struggles to find any audience at all. When the man playing Jesus for 8 years retires, his replacement, a long-standing member of the cast, has a secret he is hiding from everyone.

The journey from casting to opening night is a real-life ‘Waiting for Guffman’ set in the heart of Oklahoma. With endearing characters, quirky humour, and stunning cinematography, Jesus Town, USA documents a town grappling with questions of tradition, legacy, and what it means to be a community.

I see now that the documentary was originally released in 2014, but it was still quite enjoyable. Even my brother did not gripe.

I think that I located Zack's Facebook account, but I won't broadcast it here. (Zack was a main personality in the documentary.)

My brother sought some bed rest when the documentary ended, for it was just into the noon hour. I had a fairly light meal and then returned to bed for a nap. My brother was gone for the day when I was finished.

I want to record here that had my brother not been here today ─ that is, if he had spent the night somewhere else and would not be here in the latter morning ─ I would have followed my early walk with a Christmas movie and some drink. The mood was strong for both.

Then I would have gotten back to bed.

I believe that it was just ahead of 4 p.m. this afternoon that my wife showed up. I was at work blogging. I took a break around 5 p.m. to undergo some exercising in my absent brother's bedroom. So I am pleased to have been able to return to that activity after laying off over the three-day Christmas period.

Were my wife not home as of this latter afternoon, I would have headed out early this evening on another hike instead of having to get to bed before 10 p.m. so that I can rise by 1:30 a.m. to take on another late night venture as occurred last night. These wee a.m. outings can be exceptionally disruptive to one's sleep cycle.

Even mine, despite keeping oddball hours like this since the latter 1960s.

I was to finally have one can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) today ─ my slightest alcohol intake in some days. I've noticed a touch of heartburn the past couple or so days, a sign that maybe the hard liquor is being unkind.

I had the can of beer early this evening while watching an episode of Batwoman ─ episode 15 ("Armed and Dangerous") of season two. I suppose that I could still have tackled an evening walk ─ my wife and I only had a single conversational exchange in all the while that she has been home today, so it is not at all as if we are socializing and keeping one another company; but I supped rather well prior to that beer, and doing so is always inhibitory. I would be unable to take on any exercising; and the walk itself might even initiate indigestion.

And so to bed relatively early, and another nighttime walk.

Taneth Gimenez

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Boxing Day 2023

How I managed last night's walk is nearly beyond my understanding. I was staggering with both weariness and drunkenness. I had even taken some Sambuca with me, but I did not start swilling any of it until I was maybe 1½ miles from home during my return ─ I was putting in at least 5½ miles.

I had even trekked through the worst of Whalley, but fortunately it was so darned deep into the night that the usual denizens of the street were not to be seen. In all my walking, I only saw one who was likely such.

Thankfully I did not cross paths with any 'ladies of the night' ─ there was no reason (or rationale) in my thinking any longer, so I do not know how any encounter with one could have possibly had a favourable outcome for me.

I cannot even remember what time it was that I finally left home on that venture without first having benefited from even the briefest lie-down after my younger brother retired to his bedroom for the night; nor do I know when I got back, but I believe that it was well ahead of 4 a.m.

And when did I finally get to bed? Was it nearing 5 a.m.? I do not recall.

But it was approaching 9:30 a.m. when I did later check the time once I recognized that it was so light outside that my brother was surely up and watching T.V.

He was indeed doing so, I was to find ─ his girlfriend Bev would be needing her ride to work that he would be leaving here around 10:10 - 10:15 a.m. to provide her. By then we had almost finished watching the 2¼-hour (2:17:18) video we had left from due to want of time back on Christmas Eve morning, if I am recollecting correctly.

It was an ambitious feature that had been added on December 23 to Rumble's Stopthe Crime channel: The Primordial Code -Documentary.

What if you visit a place where you’re confronted with our history that turns out to be much different than the one you were always led to believe? How a false narrative has managed to keep the whole foundation of our being in its grip by shifting reality into myths. A story of how oppression and fear have kept us from developing our primal forces for thousands of years, which are now being reclaimed worldwide. Because it's just in our human DNA and it's easier to reclaim than once thought.
Marijn Poels, https://www.marijnpoels.com/, who has done a trilogy on the "climate change narrative," as well as one on the plandemic. His latest film is The Primordial Code.

The documentary sought to cover an assortment of possibly related topics. Tragically, though, I might estimate that 25% of it was neither in English nor with English subtitling, so whatever principles and thoughts were being expressed will be lost to the majority of viewers.

For that reason, I cannot give the video a 'like' at Rumble.

Anyway, while my brother was away on his Bev errand, I managed to bring myself to finally tackle some pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard shed after missing out on any exercising at all over the previous two days.

Already my shoulders and upper arms have begun to stiffen from disuse. I could only bear the painful unfamiliarity to achieve three pull-ups in the opening set, and then two in the second set. That was followed by three and then two chin-ups in the next two sets. And I finished with two pull-ups between two bars in the final two sets, and I held the last pull-up at peak elevation for a 20-count.

Then I performed 13 slow full-range push-ups on the wooden floor.

After my brother had returned and we finished watching the last bit of documentary, I tuned in the latest video at both YouTube's Redacted channel and at Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel.

I finished us off with a half hour (28:48) biography that had been uploaded back on February 24, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: Dwight D. Eisenhower - General of the US Army | Biography Documentary.

A filmed biography of Dwight D. Eisenhower, General of the US Army. It traces Eisenhower's military career from West Point till 1945 - does not cover his service as president of the United States.

Dwight David "Ike" Eisenhower (October 14, 1890 - March 28, 1969) was a five-star general in the United States Army and served as Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces in Europe from 1943 till 1945. He was responsible for planning and supervising the invasion of North Africa in Operation Torch in 1942 - 43 and the successful invasion of France and Germany in 1944 - 45. On January 20, 1953 he became the 34th President of the United States.

About the grade of General of the Army:
General of the Army is a five-star general officer and the highest possible rank in the United States Army. A General of the Army ranks immediately above a general and is equivalent to a fleet admiral and a General of the Air Force. There is no established equivalent five-star rank in the other federal uniformed services. Often called a "five-star general", the rank of General of the Army has historically been reserved for wartime use and is not currently active in the U.S. military.

A special rank of General of the Armies, which ranks above General of the Army, exists but has been conferred only twice, to General John J. Pershing and posthumously to George Washington.

My brother then retired to his bedroom for some rest, whereas I dined on some of the Christmas Eve turkey feast leftovers; and then I shut myself up in my bedroom and began to stray. I heard my brother leave for the day to socialize. And then a while later, I recognized what could only be my wife coming into the house.

That cued me to properly seek a much needed nap.

It was around 3 p.m. when I finished, although I could have used more sleep. My wife was downstairs at the dining table, and beseeched me for use of my credit card to place some sort of Thailand order that she said would come to approximately CAD $52. Since I had not gotten her anything for Christmas, I felt as if this was the very least that I could do for her.

The dear girl had cooked up a stir fry for everyone; and then maybe around 4:40 p.m., she left us, saying that she would be back sometime tomorrow. And by the end of the afternoon, my misdeed was accomplished. At least the maddening pressure is now removed for the next few days.

Some poor excuse. I wish that I could have endured.

oooooooooooooo

With some joy after I first had reluctantly turned on the stereo today, not wanting in the least to hear the radio station's resumption of its normal musical fare after more than a month of all-Christmas music, I was greeted with ... Christmas music!

And then I had it dawn upon me that ─ even though Christmas now seems more distantly behind than this ─ today is only Boxing Day, and the station does devote the day as an extra one to Christmas music.

That took place midday after my brother and I had finished watching our videos.

But the music failed to keep me on the 'strait and narrow', as already admitted. I had almost tuned in a Christmas movie to try and salvage me a while after my wife left.

Maybe I should have tried harder to do that.

I did do so in the earliest evening, however ─ 2017's A Joyous Christmas. During it I had a light supper, two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol).

I have become a fan of that rum.

I should here mention that in the latter morning, I spiced my second mug of coffee with Sambuca.

Anyway, this was a good movie, if formulaic.

I am quite certain that I am not familiar with lead actress Natalia Knapp, but she looks so darned much like some actress whom I am familiar with, but cannot identify. And does she ever fill out a pair of tight denims!!

Let me know if you would like to have an online link to the movie. I have no time now to research it.

I wanted to have a little more to drink, but this is bath day, and the movie ended around 8 p.m. It had already been resolved that I would be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks, so I needed to get the bath out of the way before my brother showed up.

Well, I did have the bath; but I emerged from the bathroom to find him already home at 8:44 p.m. at latest. To my relief, he was passed out in front of the T.V. ─ I was able to secure myself in my bedroom to complete this post.

He has since revived.

It is already past 9:30 p.m. at present ─ I must conclude this post and soon get to bed.

Taneth Gimenez

Christmas Day 2023

Even though I finished yesterday's post before I went to bed for what was left of the night, I was blitzed.

This morning I rose somewhere around 8 - 8:30 a.m. (I am possibly wrong), I felt so dreadfully hungover and short on sleep that I did not remain up too much longer than was required to get the gift packages ready for my two stepsons and my brother, as well as a gift pack of lottery tickets for my brother's girlfriend Bev.

No one else was up, so I was able to set these various gifts "from Santa" downstairs where they would best be found by the intended recipients.

I had nothing for my wife, for I needed to have gotten out yesterday to engage some shopping, but my brother and Bev foiled me by showing up here before I could get away.

So I went back to bed this morning, throbbing everywhere from the amount of alcohol I had taken in. Fortunately, there was no headache or stomach distress.

Nonetheless, I was not to check the time again until just after noon. I could have remained in hibernation, but I correctly surmised that others were by this time up.

I was to find that even my wife was up (we have separate bedrooms).

She no sooner realized that I was available that she enlisted me in filing an online complaint about recurring nighttime noisy by a possible trio of young South Asian males living immediately next door who frequently will blast their stereo at night for hours, usually with the base as deep as possible.

Apparently they were doing so last night, destroying her peace from 3 - 4:30 a.m.

I did not realize, but she said that a couple or so weeks ago when even went next door to complain to the culprits, and range the doorbell four times before one of them answered. Her youngest son had done similarly a couple or so months ago, but it is ever to lasting effect.

Both my wife and the lad have wondered to me if maybe these South Asian males do not speak much English.

Anyway, I lodged the complaint, supplying my wife's name and cellphone number.

The neighbour's stereo must be against the wall nearest our house, and thus there are only 10 - 15 feet between the walls ─ and both my wife and her youngest son (who recently turned 26) have their beds immediately against our home's wall that is nearest to the noisy neighbours.

So these young guys not work for a living? This noise can present on any night of the week ─ not just weekends.

But enough of that.

My wife was to leave shy of mid-afternoon, declaring that she had "another" party to go to ─ she had been at one before coming here early last evening. Before she left, though, she gave me an amazingly powerful little flashlight that even has a strobe effect. It is of course thicker, but otherwise its dimensions are squarish and approximately that of a credit card. She said that she had it ordered for me for me to take on my night walks.

Anyway, had not my brother and Bev been remaining home today, I would have gone on a good walk. I suppose that it is always possible that she may yest have him take her home if she is to have to work tomorrow, but maybe she has that day off too ─ I don't know.

I will withhold publication of this post until later this evening, for right now it is only approaching 5 p.m. Should I find myself on my own, then a walk I shall have!

Otherwise, we have watched one Christmas movie, and Bev and my brother are now watching the final plays of an NFL game. I began drinking anew, but that would not stop me from a walk.

If Bev and my brother remain here the evening, then more movies will be watched, and I will take in considerably more alcohol ─ I am feeling my anxiety from alcohol withdrawal mounting, so I am going to take my leave of this post and return to join them for the tail end of that game.

Apart from this, I have been very much enjoying the festivities! I just need to get closer to obliteration and shake this unease I am feeling ─ I certainly have the alcohol for it!

...Well, that proved premature ─ another football game was lined up for Bev and my brother to catch from its start.

So I loaded up on a huge serving of yesterday's leftovers and at that here at my computer, and finished off the day's second Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I am beginning to feel it, but the anxious loneliness still has presence. To be honest, for a while I was badly missing my wife.

I am going to head on downstairs and watch the game with the two fans. I need to drink away these blues, for of course tomorrow will be another day.

But I will add a few concluding words ere publishing this post later. It is now 5:49 p.m.

oooooooooooooo

My brother left about 6 p.m. to take Bev home ─ she was scheduled to work tomorrow.

I started to put down some alcohol with the intention of energizing myself psychologically for a hike, but around 7:05 p.m. my brother returned for the night.

I was stuck.

So I have given up and am drinking ─ day two lost ... but enjoyed.

I am going to publish this unreviewed, for it is presently 10:58 p.m.

Goodnight.

Christmas Eve 2023

I fared remarkably well last evening, only drinking two further cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) with my younger brother while I tuned in a couple of shows via our Android TV Box.

I led us off with an episode of Riverdale ─ episode nine ("Chapter Sixty-Six: Tangerine") of season four; and then one of The Outpost ─ episode nine ("The Vex Rezicon") of season one.

Although I cannot say so positively, I think that my brother called it a night during the latter midnight hour; and as usual, I took care of some things here at my computer before also getting to bed.

A point arrived in the deep night when I rose to get a drink of water and to have a pee to better facilitate relaxation into sleep, but it was for naught. I gave up and rose very soon after 6 a.m., remaining up for well over an hour.

I likely could have eventually found sleep, but at that time I could hear my brother moving about in his bedroom; and then he finally emerged and went downstairs, clearly also unable to sleep.

I lay some while longer, and then decided to rise and fix myself a mug of hot instant coffee (two teaspoons) with the works. My brother was involved with the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to, but he soon enough finished it and then set to work clearing off the dining table for the meal he and his girlfriend Bev would be preparing this afternoon.

He said that he would be going to fetch her around noon.

I took my coffee upstairs here to my bedside computer where I finished it, and by then my brother was watching T.V., so I joined him.

Soon enough he offered to me to put our Android TV Box into action, so I tuned in an episode of My Family ─ episode six ("Driving Miss Crazy") of season or series two. 

Actress Daniela Denby-Ashe, who plays the daughter of the main series family (the Harpers), is certainly a cutie!

Next I tuned in a very long (2½ hours) documentary that we had to suspend with maybe 50 minutes remaining because my brother wanted to begin watching an NFL game that had been scheduled for 10 a.m., and it was around 10:20 a.m. by this point.

I will report on the documentary once we finish watching it.

I don't follow sports, so I came upstairs here to my computer and began working on first a post in my private blog, and now a post in this public blog. It is approaching noon, so my brother will undoubtedly be soon enough heading away for Bev.

I had earlier had a second mug of coffee, spiking that one with one of those alcoholic creamery liqueurs (17% alcohol), not really expecting that I would feel its effects, but darned if I do not indeed feel some!

I do not need to undertake a walk today, since I had two yesterday; but I would like to try to get away before my brother returns with Bev; I could then have some sort of decent walk in which I would buy some of those Christmas gift packs for the presents I wish to lay out tomorrow morning before anyone is up.

And so I am going to call a halt to this post, and will wrap up later.

oooooooooooooo

I was not to get away.

And it was to be a long day of drinking, and then the superb meal around 6:30 or 7 p.m. By that time not only was my wife home ─ and she even retired here for the night ─ but so was my eldest stepson's girlfriend, who seems to have remained here with him.

I have no met this lass before. She seems a dear, lovely young lady.

These five photos were taken around the time of our meal, all courtesy of my wife. My brother and Bev are in two, and I am in another.

I do not have the time to research the movies we watched. Maybe in a subsequent post over the very next few days.

I have had no exercise whatsoever today. I had plans for tomorrow, but I did not expect that my wife would be spending the night ─ that might well be enough to keep me home. Even though the boys and she gave forth their gifts, I did not. I am unsure of my brother.

The morrow will tell. But I am going to have to rise first to set out my gifts to the lads and my brother (and Bev). And already it is after 2 a.m.

I am having to publish this post pre-dated, unfortunately.

No, I do not know Taneth ─ how I wish I did!

Taneth Gimenez

Is the Truth Coming Out?

Last evening's 'emergency' drinking probably held primary responsibility for my poor sleep, for I did not likely get to bed until maybe 10 p.m., yet was awake enough in the first half of the midnight hour to be checking the time.

I was awake, but not refreshed at all. I was in that state of alcohol withdrawal where an escalated heart rate makes sleep extremely difficult.

There seemed to be a fair amount of activity in the rest of the house. My eldest stepson and my younger brother were having an unusual amount of interaction.

I now forget if I rose before or shortly after 1 a.m., but I remained in my closed bedroom as I slowly readied for my planned walk.

My brother did not finally come upstairs to his bedroom for the night until 1:30 a.m., at which point my eldest stepson then took occupation of the dining table to watch videos on a laptop.

He was out of sight there, so I was able to probably escape undetected; it was 1:44 a.m. once I was away. Supposedly, according to an online check, it was 0.5° Celsius (32.9° F.). Fully clothed, I had weighed no more than 188 pounds. This rather betokened a very good result with a latter afternoon weigh-in today because I was on my Sabbath fast.

And having typed those words, around 4 p.m. I did weigh myself whilst fully naked ─ I was possibly no more than 176 pounds!

When early into my walk I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, I found the equipment wet with condensation, so I took the time to wipe dry the metal jungle gym monkey bar I would be using for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

I was still feeling questionable, but I managed five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and two pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings in the last two sets, with the very final pull-up held at peak elevation for a 20-count.

Then I performed the 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

As for the walk, I believed myself to be making very good time, and did a fair amount of slow 'old man' jogging. I also did not have to detour around anyone, nor get held up at traffic lights.

At very most, it was 3:36 a.m. once I was back home. I had come upon my wife just about to unlock the front door, having come home late from some likely partying following her evening working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

We didn't speak much; she asked if I had been on a walk, and I of course said that I had been. She unloaded some things in the kitchen, then went wordlessly directly upstairs and went to bed.

We have separate bedrooms.

As poorly slept as I felt, I remained up until almost 5 a.m. before getting to bed. And even though I did not rise thereafter until well past 8 a.m., I still felt unusually underslept. And that has never changed today ─ even my early afternoon nap has not remedied this state.

Of course, I am suffering caffeine withdrawal along with hunger, so that can account for my lacking. I feel too weak for any exercise.

I am sure that my brother and stepson were likely talking about Christmas Day, for my brother will have his girlfriend Bev here to help him prepare a turkey feast. And since she will be spending that night here, this morning he got busy vacuuming and even gave his en suite toilet / shower room a very needed cleaning.

What is unknown is if he will be bringing her home this evening ─ that will undoubtedly depend upon how things go between them later. When they drink together as they will be doing, they often tend to have their fill of one another for a night, so he may just take her to her home and then collect her later tomorrow morning.

Thus, I do not know what to expect this evening.

When I break my fast after dark, I am going to have a mug of hot instant coffee ─ two heaping teaspoons ─ along with the full works! That will be my immediate priority and will hopefully do much to correct this dreadful lassitude.

My wife never rose today until sometime during my early afternoon nap. She was to have to work again the latter part of today (the restaurant closes daily from 3 - 4:30 p.m.). We did not talk much, but she did say ─ if I heard her correctly ─ that she would not be back until the latter tomorrow afternoon.

I see one likely reason for her conversational withdrawal from me. An online check of her bank account has revealed that she seems to have paid last night just over $1,000 to the damned casino she is addicted to.

So she got paid, and then promptly blew a small fortune. She normally does not even earn $1,000 in a half month.

I was considering trying to give her a few hundred dollars as a Christmas gift, but why ever bother? If she has cash to spare, she will just throw it away.

She's sick.

Enough ─ I am only upsetting myself by talking about this.

My brother and I only watched one video on T.V. this morning with our Android TV Box. It was just over an hour (1:05:11) and had been added on December 19 to Rumble's FNL - FreedomNews NouvellesLibres channel: Interview with Dr. William Makis MD - mRNA, Turbo cancer: is the truth coming out?

Canadian physician with expertise in Radiology, Oncology and Immunology. Governor General's Medal, University of Toronto Scholar. Author of 100+ peer-reviewed medical publications.

New revelations are coming to light every day about the devastating effects of messenger RNA-based covid vaccines on people's health, and more and more deaths.

Statistics don't lie, even if governments don't clearly update the data on a regular basis.

Pfizer has even just bought a company specializing in the treatment of turbo cancer; yes, it exists!

Will the weight of these revelations force governments to speak out?
Maybe they will, but... maybe they won't!
They're accomplices!

As usual, Dr. William Makis strongly maintained our interest.

It is nearly 5:30 p.m. at present, and I have finished downing rather quickly the delicious coffee that I spoke of. 

I am tempted to watch a Christmas movie, but that entails some drinking. Now, it is not the drinking of itself that is my concern, provided that I limit myself to doing so through the movie. My concern is that I would have a few drinks with the intention of getting to bed anytime I become aware that my brother has returned, for I would like to rise tomorrow at 4 a.m. to slowly work myself into a five-mile+ walk that would also be a grocery shopping excursion. Once I see him returning home later this evening, I would avoid becoming entangled with him and having a late night.

But if he returns home with Bev, then I feel myself with no choice but to sit up and tune in some Christmas fare for her benefit while drinking in fellowship with the two of them. Unfortunately, if I am already 'comfortably on my way' because of having already watched a Christmas movie on my own while drinking, then I would be at serious risk of courting a lost day tomorrow. I only have strong (8% alcohol) beers, so it is quite simple to overdo the drinking.

Perhaps I will pause this post and report back later.

oooooooooooooo

Okay, I had a fast beer and a stiff shot of Sambuca and barely managed to get away ─ I wanted to drink more, for the lift did not seem adequate.

But I knew that trap.

And so ahead of 9 p.m. I left and put in the miles, and was back by about 10:45 p.m.

My brother's van was here. However, only he was ─ no Bev. So that is that for this evening. I shall be sitting up watching some entertainment and having a couple or so beers.

Taneth Gimemez