Snowed-Inn Christmas

I am short on time nor inclination to re-tell events thus far concerning my 75th birthday, so I will simply re-post what I E-mailed a former co-worker of sorts who has maintained contact with me since I was forced to leave the federal government department we were both working for at the time ─ I officially transferred out in earliest August 2001, as I remember it.

Anyway, this is what I sent to George today upon his E-mailed happy birthday wishing to me early this morning ─ this was my second response, for I was unable to take the time earlier, and let him know accordingly:

It's been a usual day, George.

Last night in the wee a.m. after my drunken brother went to bed, my wife came home after having worked the day. It took her a little while, but she suddenly looked at the time and announced that it was my birthday! So she remembered.

That was the first anyone mentioned it.

So I got a hug from her, and her youngest son (25 years old) then came forth and took his turn at delivering a hug. She promised me some birthday cake today.

She was into a box of red wine at the time, and didn't get up until into the noon hour today. Then around 3:10 p.m. she had to leave to put in a partial day of work at the restaurant in *******, so maybe she'll be bringing home something from there tonight.

But I'll be in bed ─ I plan to get up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks. But even if there is cake, for a few months now I undergo what I call my Sabbath fast in which I don't eat after dark on Fridays until after it gets dark again on Saturday evening, so the earliest I'll be eating any cake will be close to 7:30 p.m. tomorrow ─ I think it's dark by then.

I still haven't seen my oldest stepson (30 years old).

As for my brother, he obviously forgot completely, for he never said anything today, and then left here around 2 p.m. to catch a bus to go drinking ─ he has one of those ignition interlock devices installed in his van, so he can't drive anywhere if he has been drinking. That happened a month or more ago, and is supposed to remain for half a year.

I'm actually rather enjoying that he seems to have forgotten ─ I want to see how long this carries on.

I got another happy birthday wish from my wife before she left for work a while ago this afternoon, but that's been the extent of anything related to my birthday today so far. Unless my brother returns home before I go to bed ─ bedtime will be between 9:30 - 10 p.m. ─ I won't likely be seeing him until tomorrow morning. My oldest stepson ─ if he did indeed go to work this morning ─ has 12-hour shifts; his day shift is from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m., so maybe he's going to surprise me with something. It won't matter if he doesn't though ─ after all, I never get the boys gifts on their birthdays, either.

But I'm missing out on the bottle of booze my brother and I typically get each other for birthdays. It'll come ─ I'm just curious to see how long it takes for him to remember.

As for Christmas movies, occasionally over the Summer I might watch one. I watched one a week or so ago, and might squeeze one in late this afternoon before it gets dark and I am not supposed to have anything to drink because of the start of my 24-hour fast.

That's the plan, anyway. But it gets dark quite early now ─ which I love! ─ and I want to have a little exercise before I have my last meal and the movie and drinks, so I'm going to sign off and get the exercising out of the way.

I haven't heard anything about our local radio stations and any of their plans for possible Christmas music changes, but I doubt any of them will do it before December 1st.

Darn pity, though!

George and I are huge saps for everything Christmas!

I did watch a movie. I ate my last meal early into it, and still managed to drink two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and one of Bumper Crop Black Cherry cider (7% alcohol), finishing with a stiff shot of brandy ─ I believe that it is St-Rémy XO.

I was gifted the bottle a couple or more years ago, and am very slowly working through it.

The movie was 2017's Snowed-Inn Christmas ─ and I absolutely loved it because it had me an emotional wreck fairly early into it, and then all the way through. Thus the amount of drink I put down ─ and my sinuses got a huge clearing from the constantly blubbering.

It was actress Bethany Joy Lenz who rooked me in ─ from the start when she and her eventual love interest were aboard their ill-fated flight. Her close-ups ─ what a fabulously perfect beauty!

Sure, the girl had rather ... well ... scrawny legs, but she was utterly overwhelming, I was to find. I would never have stood a chance of distancing myself from her allure.

The actress looked very familiar, so I was correct that she would likely appear in my blog's "labels" when I started typing her name ─ no doubt due to some other Christmas movie.

So many thoughts were associated with this movie, along with the emotions and sentiments and anguish. I feel so broken now. Honestly, I barely want to live ... nor ever see God. I prefer to just have whatever I am, be extinguished after I die, without bother of any sort of judgement. I accept all blame ─ just destroy all that I am after I die while I still 'sleep'.

So that is my tumultuous mindset as I type these words at 7:37 p.m.

By the way, I watched the movie on my computer at this VK.com link, and it played perfectly. It even began re-playing once the feature finished.

All else of entertainment note is that last evening my brother and I watched the last episode of The Plot Against America ─ or at least I did, for he passed out for about a third of the show.

He was stupid drunk. When I left on my latter evening five-mile+ walk, he was already passed out. And he was in a similar state when I returned nearly two hours later ─ did he revive at all during that time? I sure don't know.

And then as said, he went and passed out during the concluding episode of one of the series we follow ─ he's some gem. He actually announced that it was late enough ─ he needed to get to bed because he slept so badly the night before! I sarcastically wished him good luck, pointing out all the time he spent unconscious over the evening.

But he is blind to his alcoholism.

He never emerged from his bedroom this morning until after 10 a.m. At the time, I had just begun Odessa Orlewicz's latest video ─ at 1:05:03 ─ published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Dr. York Full Interview- The Deceptive Top Heavy Scam Of NDP BC Canada Healthcare Crisis.

This is the FULL interview version. An out of country WEF member came up with the NDP's most recent horrific Bill. Ready to bend over for your local pharmacist and show them your hemorrhoids? This is the NDP solution. Who needs doctors? Listen to the deception of the BC NDP's so called rescue of BC healthcare. Vascular Surgeon Dr. York Hsiang talks about useless overpaid admin and bureaucrats and the billions going into a black hole.

I did not expect to blog this long. I must stop.

Ever since I rose this morning, I have been suffering recurring attacks of piercing pain alongside my left ear ─ it is wearing me out, and sometimes has me wincing from the intense pain. I hope that some serious bed time will help alleviate this condition.

My brother is now home just ahead of 8 p.m., so I am going to call it quits for this post. He passed on by my bedroom where I keep my computer, and headed for some pee relief. Not a word was mentioned of my birthday today, so his forgetfulness evidently continues.

It is presently 8:18 p.m. Yeah, Happy Birthday.