Sharing Christmas

The two cans of brew I had early last evening prior to lying down for a half hour or less in order to rest up for a planned five-mile + walk were evidently more than I could handle ─ I zonked out for maybe an hour.

As a result, I did not get ready and leave on that walk until nearly 9 p.m.

Fairly early into the venture ─ not too very much farther past Quibble Creek Greenway (Google Map) as I walked Fraser Highway towards 140th Street ─ I was to pass a possibly semi-high woman dressed so provocatively that I find myself still thinking back to her, so affected was I.

In her heels, she was taller than I am; and the display of nylon-encased long legs were more than I could resist looking back for one last longing gawk well after I had passed the woman.

Other than that, I do not recall anything else remarkable about the walk, except that one full week after I was supposed to have left homeless Charles "Stickman" McCarthy information concerning requirements for an Affidavit of Identity at an agreed-upon hiding spot just inside the edge of the Green Timbers Urban Forest, it was clear that he still had not bothered himself to visit the spot and retrieve what I had left.

Really, I am now doing my darned best to avoid encountering that time-waster when I have my walks. I now don a hood when I walk within the 3½-square mile rectangle in which I have previously met or even seen him. My shaven head makes me too easy for him to recognize if he happens to be lurking out of easy notice in the shadows.

I was back home again before my younger brother, so it did not matter that I had left as late as I did, concerned that by leaving so late I was reducing the amount of T.V.-viewing time we would have for shows we follow in common.

When finally he did show up, I had used our Android TV Box to locate a source for The Kettering Incident ─ specifically, the sole season's episode five ("The Forest"). I had previously found that the four streaming apps that I have downloaded into the Android TV Box seemed to offer no working links, so I had used a browser app and thus found this source at OK.ru ─ the sole fault were the obtrusive Arabic or Turkish (or whatever language they were) subtitles.

Early into it my besotted brother immediately started annoying me with a growled stupid question: "Is this a movie or a series, or what?"

Unable to contain myself, I made an exasperated exclamation, and then declared that it was the fifth episode of a series ─ and that he had already sat through the preceding four episodes. The implication of course was that by now he should not need to be so oblivious as to the show and to quit asking stupid questions.

He attempted to defend himself by objecting that it's no fault of his that we only see episodes weeks apart, but I shut him down by pointing out that such is the case with every series we watch ─ there is nothing different being done with this one. In other words, he doesn't have memory blocks concerning other series.

I also pointed out that this is hardly going to change because at best we only watch two shows an evening, and on just three evenings a week, whereas we are following at least 20 series currently.

I may have also added that it does not help that he is frequently passed out through various episodes.

This shut him up for most of the episode.

I wondered if we were going to watch a second show, so when The Kettering Incident was completed I began locating Chicago P.D. and the next episode we were scheduled for ─ season 10's episode three ("A Good Man").

I see now in Wikipedia that the Jay Halstead character was exiting the series for good in that episode ─ I had speculated on that to my brother when the episode ended. Was Jesse Lee Soffer thinking he was becoming too much a star to continue in the role?

Anyway, this episode's finish was late enough for my brother, so he headed on up to his bedroom for the night. I had only drank a further two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), but it was apparently sufficient to keep me up ─ what, till past 3 a.m.? Honestly, I do not remember. Quite likely randiness took over.

I had checked and seen that my monthly pension income had been directly deposited into the joint account I have with my wife, so I transferred out the bulk of it to my personal account. I left the $700 that I had weakly acquiesced to transferring to her (she does not seem able to access the account any longer with her debit card), but I will not do so until she again directly asks me. She never came home last night, and likely will not tonight either.

This morning commenced for me just after 8 a.m.

Just after 9 a.m. I claimed possession of the T.V., for my brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom. However, he was not to do so until well past 10 a.m., and even then, he kept yawning loudly over the first show that I had set up for us to watch together ─ a 43-minute (43:44) video published July 22, 2024, to Rumble's Stopthe Crime channel: MIRROR "Americans have no idea what's about to hit them, it's STUNNING" Fmr. Border Agent.

"Americans have no idea what's about to hit them, it's STUNNING" Fmr. Border Agent MIRROR 

Only just now have I realized how old the video is ─ had I noticed this morning, I would not have bothered with it.

I next tuned in a documentary that I had previously recorded, but my brother bowed out around 11:30 a.m. for some bed rest before its conclusion, so I will wait until we have completed watching it before speaking of it.

I had a meal, and then behaved depravedly for quite some time. I shut myself up into my bedroom when I heard my brother moving about in his bedroom.

I so very nearly finalized. Even now the powerful draw for relief is with me.

I hate my damned life.

Had I not squandered my early afternoon as I did, I could have sunned, for the afternoon was to become cloud-free from the look of it.

My despondence and depression were enormous. Despite the arrival of my (substantial) pension income this month, my wife was going to be deleting it by $700. I already feel that I need to pay $700 towards credit card debt for which she is directly responsible for $450 of that payment.

All this money that I received today, and so much of it is immediately lost or unavailable.

To attempt to quell or at least somewhat requite my misdirected randiness towards a crushing and vile denouement, I clutched at a Christmas movie resolution allowing of pure emotion abetted and enhanced with alcohol.

And thus here at my bedside computer a mere very few minutes past 6 p.m., I located a source for and began playing 2017's Sharing Christmas.

Wow!

Once I got into the flick, I doubt that I was ever fully dry-eyed.

Lead actress Ellen Hollman did not seem familiar to me, but I realize now that I have crossed paths with her work before. I even mentioned her in some previous post concerning a minor role she had in a movie apparently titled Justice.

I liked her straight off in Sharing Christmas, but it took awhile for her to really appeal on a biological level. Initially I thought that her character's employee was 'hotter' ─ the actress may have been Jade Harlow.

Nevertheless, in researching Ellen, I now realize that physically she is exceptionally fit, and not the slim 'frail' she appeared in this movie.

By the way, should you be curious on the movie, I watched it on my bedside computer at this source at M4uHD.net, and it played flawlessly. 

Despite having some supper late into the movie, guess what I was to drink? Three cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol).

I want an early a.m. five-mile+ walk that I wish to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for, so I desperately hope that the alcohol does not foul my performance.

My base craving is numbed due to the alcohol, so at least that target has been largely achieved. Will I somehow cross paths with a questionable woman in the night? Not likely ─ it has more potential tomorrow evening when I also hope to have a walk then, so that is when I will be withdrawing some cash from today's pension deposit.

𝔉𝔲𝔠𝔨, 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔰 to be me. Even now, I desire 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔫-abetted release.

Oh crap, I have to ready and get to bed ─ it is 9:16 p.m.!