💀☠💀☠💀☠ Christmas Inheritance ─ Round Two

X (or Twitter): Charlie Kirk

My wife was to rob me of proper sleep last night.

I believe that I had gotten to bed ahead of 9:30 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for a five-mile+ walk, and I was eventually to sink into sleep.

Then I believe myself to be hearing my alarm, so in the grip of benumbing drowsiness, I retrieved my cellphone to silence the chime, and noticed that my wife was phoning.

In utter stupefaction, I answered; and when she asked if she had gotten me up, I stupidly asserted that she had not, for my alarm was just then sounding to rouse me from my bed.

She had called because her credit union account was frozen and she could not access the $200 of $209 that was in it. She asked if I would try to transfer it to my own account, and then do an e-Transfer to her account at a different financial institution so that she could retrieve the $200.

Wholly groggy, I logged into the credit union and made an attempt to transfer the $200, but I was met with the ridiculous claim that there was not sufficient funds in the account.

And then I noticed what time it was ─ 11:53 p.m.

Yet I could not reconcile what was happening. How could it only be 11:53 p.m., when my 1:30 a.m. had sounded a couple of minutes earlier?

Meantime my wife was texting me to just do an e-Transfer of $200 from next Thursday's mortgage money that I have in a private account of mine. She claimed that she would make good before mortgage day.

My befuddled wits gradually began working out what was going on, and I detected a telltale slurring of my wife's speech.

My alarm had never sounded ─ it was her phone call that broke my precious sleep. And now she was either partying; or needing money for the casino that she is addicted to, and to which she has blown far over $100,000 of (my) credit at.

I challenged her by text, saying that I was not going to transfer her vital mortgage money so that she could party or gamble away.

Initially she claimed that she needed it to send to her mother back in Thailand, but I was now wise ─ I declared that there was absolutely no need at that time of night for her to be sending money over to Thailand. This was the sort of transaction that should be getting done by a sober mind, and in the daytime.

She then allowed that she was at "the Cactus Club" with other of her restaurant staff co-workers, and needed to buy beer.

I declared "No", and exclaimed that she needed to be sensible and just go home ─ there would be no funding from me.

I was set to shut off my cellphone if I heard anything further.

I returned to bed, but there was absolutely no way that I could possible be getting up at 1:30 a.m. for a bloody long night walk, so I set my cellphone alarm to 3:30 a.m. and did my best to sleep.

Before I had managed that feat, I was to hear her voice in the house, talking with her eldest son who was still up. I did not check the time ─ it was crucial that I somehow got to sleep (she and I have separate bedrooms).

Eventually my cellphone alarm did chime, rousing me from sleep. But I dutifully rose, feeling tired as Hell.

My eldest stepson was still up, but I went downstairs to boil water for a vital hot and strong instant coffee ─ otherwise, this walk was not possible, I was so very much in need of sleep.

I believe that I finally got on my way just past 4:15 a.m.

The night was a little above freezing and the sky probably clear enough, but I had no time to stop at the nearby elementary school playground for any exercise ─ the delay would cost me maybe 10 minutes, and I was pushing it. Morning commuters would soon enough be abroad, and I had to be done with my walk as quickly as possible.

Suffice to say that I made it back home barely before 6 a.m. By this time the house was in darkness. But I was not to be back in bed until just after 7 a.m.

Maybe 1½ hours later, I was awake, but my mind had gone astray. I loosed myself as only I can.

After gaining my release, it was nigh 9:30 a.m. before I went downstairs to prepare my day's second instant coffee and to join my younger brother for some T.V. ─ he was quick enough to turn it over to me in order for me to put our Android TV Box to work.

We were to only have time for one video ─ yesterday's nearly two-hour (1:51:50) effort by Odessa Orlewicz: Ex US Military & FBI Agent/Author Explains His Take On The Globalists Mass Immigration Agenda.

(*The views and opinions of my guests don't necessarily reflect the views and opinions of Odessa or Liberty Talk Canada.) TRIGGER WARNING. I put some thought overnight into what David said in the last half about women in the military/leadership roles. My view is that it is the WOKE ideology that has mind controlled these women, but it has also mind controlled the lib men right now too. It is men that came up with the woke agenda (the top of the cabal, which I personally believe is mainly pedo men) but they use us women to play it out for them (the ignorant brain washed women types. Not us freedom fighers lol.) We are all entitled to our opinions which is why my show is called "Liberty Talk" : David Baumblatt author reveals how the deterioration of America's individual freedoms and civil liberties can be attributed to the tyrannical corruption and collusion between the American government and American corporations. He argues that the biggest threat to the American people is not from foreign actors like China, Russia, Iran, Islam, or North Korea, but from their own Big Government and Big Corporations. These two entities pose the greatest threat to the constitutional protections that have safeguarded the freedoms of the American people throughout history. https://a.co/d/1kKNR9v (to see his book.)

I soon recognized that I had seen David interviewed somewhere else before ─ an interesting guy, for sure.

My brother had left around 10:15 a.m. to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work, so I paused the video for the 20 or so minutes that he was gone. However, I was too ill slept to dare try any exercising out in the backyard tool shed.

Oh, Lord ─ I want to get to bed, for I intend a proper early a.m. walk tonight. My wife had better not bloody phone or text me for money!

I was to be into the latter half of the noon hour for a nap today, and she was not yet up. She was when I was to rise fairly soon past 2 p.m.

She was quite withdrawn, nor did I seek interaction with her. She was to have to work late into the afternoon, so she left fairly soon after 3:30 p.m. on her quite long drive.

I will be abed before she gets home this latter evening. I will also be avoiding my brother upon his homecoming.

But I did have some emotional release in the latter afternoon. I used our Android TV Box to tune in (via the CINEMA HD app) the 2017 Christmas movie Christmas Inheritance.

It did not take me too long to identify that the damned cute lead actress was the voluptuous lead actress from the T.V. series The 100. I do not yet know the name Eliza Taylor, but I believed that a year or two ago I saw the actress in another Christmas movie and was won over (I am not fussy about her Lesbian role in that T.V. series as the character Clarke Griffin). However, I cannot see any such earlier Christmas movie in her acting credits.

And now I see why elements of this movie seemed similar ─ such as the character baking cookies. I evidently watched the movie back on February 3, 2018. At the time, though, I twice had it interrupted, so my focus and remembrance were clearly affected. Too, maybe I was drinking.

Today I did have two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) along with some supper during the movie, seeking to finish the drinking just before it was completely dark because I was about to embark upon a Sabbath fast and will not now break it until after dark tomorrow.

But what a visual treat Eliza Taylor is! I did not dissolve emotionally until midway through the movie ─ when locals were being given shelter in the Snow Falls Guest House due to the onset of a frigid Winter storm. A selfless act by Eliza's character sealed my involvement that until then had only been that of deep interest. From then on, I wept a whole lot.

So thank you, Eliza.

It is approaching 9 p.m. ─ I must quit blogging for today.