New Year's Eve 2024

Last evening's precise bedtime is now lost to me, but I think that it was well ahead of 11 p.m. If I am remembering correctly, a short while before that I had shut myself up into my bedroom because I had heard my younger brother arrive into the house.

I cannot now say if my wife was also home before I was asleep. My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m.

My sleep was broken, for I naturally sleep in blocks; and once I rose to use the bathroom. By then it was likely that only a stepson was still up.

At 4 a.m. I felt adverse to be rising, for it seemed I needed more sleep. But the house was in darkness, and I believed that a coffee would set me as right as it was possible for me to get.

My plan was to test my left foot ─ debilitated with plantar fasciitis or whatever else may be amiss with it ─ with the ¾ or so of a mile round trip to the elementary school playground for some exercising, since it may have been at least Christmas Day when last I engaged any pull-ups, chin-ups, and push-ups.

As I waited for the water to boil for my instant coffee, it occurred to me that my eldest stepson might have a shift scheduled for 6 a.m., and thus would be rising very soon. I had no desire to still be home if that was so.

Fortunately there was to be no such interference with my plans.

When finally I was done my coffee and all dressed to go, a weigh-in revealed me to be around 189/190 pounds fully clothed and in my boots.

Outside I was to find things chilly and damp from much earlier rain. And although my foot was immediately sensitive to use, I walked very casually, and it never seemed to worsen.

I had neglected to bring a bandana with which to wipe dry a jungle gym monkey bar for use at the playground, so I removed my denim jacket and used it. I considered leaving it off, but decided that since I already knew my full weight, I would put it back on for the challenge.

Besides, when it came to the finishing decline push-ups on a damp cement ramp, I had on a white sweater that I preferred not to risk dirtying, since the push-ups require me to lower myself until thighs, torso, and chin brush the cement surface.

My performance overall was typical. First two sets of pull-ups (5-2), then two sets of chin-ups (3-3), and ending with two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings (2-2).

Since a recent addition of new sawdust to the playground has rendered some elevation to the ground such that I cannot hold a hang from the rings without raising my feet behind me, I went back to the monkey bars and used two of those even though one of them was going to be wet. Nevertheless, I managed a 60-count with the loose dead hang, by which time my biceps regions were feeling the stretch to the point of hurting as if I was risking a tear.

Then over at the cement ramp I squeezed out a mere 10 full-range decline pushups.

It was darned good to have undergone that exercising!

I walked quite slowly back home, and found the house still in darkness, but for some Christmas lights.

I never returned to bed until at least 7 a.m. ─ probably after. And I remained abed ─ probably sleeping a little, for I recall a dream that involved Jean Cooper, a love addiction I had in the late 1970s and early 1980s ─ until around 8:30 a.m.

My brother was already watching T.V.

I joined him just after 9 a.m., and immediately was requested to put our Android TV Box to work. And so I tuned in a 1½-hour (1:31:53) documentary published October 5, 2024, to Rumble's SplinterBabylon channel: Splintering Babylon.

"Splintering Babylon" documentary film exposes the truth about the United States and Western governments' infiltration post-WWII by the fifth and final kingdom in the Book of Daniel 2:35, and the MK-Ultra Monarch mind control program to usher in the transhuman agenda for the global elites.

Once it was done, rather to my delight my brother requested that we resume watching the movie we departed from yesterday morning with 20 or so minutes of it remaining.

The movie was 2007's Blue Smoke ─ I had previously downloaded it because I adore Alicia Witt. Except for Alicia's red hair, she seems to me to be practically a double for the Jean Cooper I dreamed about this morning. I suspect that it was as a result of watching the movie yesterday that Jean was so strongly in my mind.

Blue Smoke had some bad acting, but it had enough drama and tension that my brother clearly enjoyed it.

I no longer recall what my download source was, but it might have been this OK.ru link.

I recognized actress Talia Shire as Alicia's character's mother, for she was of course famous as Rocky Balboa's wife, "Adrian!" Alicia's movie father was also familiar to me, but not by name. And of course I recognized Scott Bakula, but no one else.

After the movie, we got maybe halfway through another documentary, but my brother desired some bed rest, so I will not be reporting on it until we have completed watching it.

My wife had a full workday today, apparently, and was up this morning fairly soon after 9 a.m. to begin readying, and left us a little past 9:30 a.m. ─ about half an hour earlier than usual.

As for my foot, it has held up quite well over the day. Consequently, early this evening I am considering undertaking the 1½-mile round trip hike to Save-On-Foods.

Or evidently not! I just checked online, and they closed as of 6 p.m., so it is good that I had that early walk to the school.

I might as well take the time to mention a Christmas movie I believe that I may have watched on Boxing Day ─ 2018's Christmas Made to Order. I enjoyed that one a lot, and much of that had to do with actress Alexa PenaVega whom I enjoyed in another Christmas movie within the past two weeks.

I love her voice! And she's also pretty darned hot, to boot.

As so many shows seem to be, it is also available online at OK.ru ─ presently, it can be found at this link.

I was tempted to cram in a Christmas movie while awaiting my brother's return home, but that is likely going to be relatively early because the Legion where he was bound will be closing early where the general public is concerned, and hosting a New Year's Eve celebration for which rather expensive tickets are required.

He had said that after its early closure he would probably visit his girlfriend Bev who lives a short walk from the Legion, but he would not likely be hanging around there all evening. She hasn't been feeling well of late, anyway.

It will be a huge surprise if my wife comes home tonight. She's too popular with her friends ─ I have very few and none anywhere near, so home I shall remain.

I'm going to publish this ─ I had thought to watch some sort of movie and then report about it, but I've frittered away the early evening trying to make a huge pot of turkey carcass soup. I had previous slow-boiled the remains for nigh five hours a few days ago to best derive a bone broth, so this is the end stage.

Regardless, it's 8:37 p.m., and thus far I have resisted anything to drink ... but not for much longer.

Entertaining Christmas

Only today have I realized the impact of my wife's guilt-tripping that has seen me shelling out $1,000 or more a month to her from my pension income. I still have to pay out the monthly amount of $700 to a pair of credit cards in my ongoing feeble attempt to bring down the balances on them ─ my wife is fully responsible for $450 of that payment figure, but has shirked her responsibility and left it up to me because my name is on those cards even though she incurred the egregious balances those cards bear; but by making the $700 payment towards the two credit cards, I will not have enough money remaining in my account to pay the next fortnightly mortgage payment that will be due January 9.

If I am lucky, my two stepsons may contribute $650 towards the mortgage before then, and my younger brother will also be making his monthly expenses reconciliation payment to me that may be $200 or so.

But I am unlikely to be buying the new pair of boots I rather badly need. However, my left foot's flare-up of plantar fasciitis of course has me marginalized where regular walking is concerned. I am only hoping to be able to manage a planned 1½-mile or so round trip hike early tomorrow evening to do some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods ─ I have nothing more ambitious than that planned.

I had thought that maybe next Thursday evening I would make the two-mile round trip hike to buy the boots, but that now seems improbable.

And now I find myself sinking into all-too-familiar financial despair. There will be a Christmas movie coming up once it becomes dark ─ I need a vehicle affording me the excuse to do some drinking.

My wife had yesterday off work, although she did head off somewhere around 2:30 p.m. and was back by maybe 6:45 p.m. Today she has had a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My brother never showed up yesterday from his social drinking until well past 10 p.m. By then I had the first of three of our shows set to play ─ I had withheld doing any drinking at all until then.

The first show was the old British series Red Cap ─ episode two ("Crush") of season or series two. We were able to watch it via the SmartTube app downloaded into our Android TV Box, for thus far I found episodes one and two available on YouTube (the link for this specific episode is here).

My brother appeared ready to pass out, but I think he remained conscious, although I doubt he gleaned much at all from the show.

His ability to retain consciousness fled him right after I began our next show. It was again an old British series: The Avengers ─ season or series two's episode 22 ("Man in the Mirror"). On this occasion, my source was this OK.ru link.

I had intended yet a third old British series, but I decided that my brother clearly lacked the brain strength to focus the required proper attention, so when he revived just as The Avengers was ending and then went upstairs to use the toilet, I instead tuned in The Graham Norton Show ─ the current season or series 32's episode eight.

The sole guest I was familiar with was Nicole Kidman, whom I only now see had her 57th birthday back in June ─ wow! Now I have a whole new appreciation for her role this year in the movie Babygirl as an older attractive woman who falls under the spell of a far younger intern working for her company.

After The Graham Norton Show's conclusion, I fully expected that my brother would at most request "something short" ─ i.e., a sitcom. However, he surprised me by suggesting a few old 'rock and roll' performance videos.

This was supposed to suggest that even a sitcom was longer than he intended to remain sitting up. But once the old music from our teens and early 20s began, it was just past 2:30 a.m. before he finally managed to pull away and head on upstairs to his bedroom.

In all that while watching our T.V. shows I had only drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), but I was to add a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) during the music videos.

I think that I made it to bed before 3 a.m.

Around 7 a.m. I found myself awake. I used the toilet, but returned to bed in the hope of managing to at least 'hibernate' until 8 a.m.

When I next checked the time, it was already after 8:30 a.m. And to my annoyance, my brother was already downstairs. I had left all of the Christmas lights on down there, intending to unplug them once I had gotten up for the morning. I think that my youngest stepson remained up all night long, so to some degree there was at least that safeguard.

Upon getting my brother's okay to begin putting out Android TV Box to work, I led us off with two recent videos from YouTube's AnitaK channel.

• Merritt Rest Stop Update, Gov't says standby for Gateway 286. (11:27) Uploaded December 26

I dive into the plans for empty Merritt rest stop. I take a look at Native land redistribution and future plans, namely the project, "Gateway 236"

Sources used:

https://news.gov.bc.ca/releases/2023I....

https://www.merrittherald.com/troika-...

• Trudeau taunted & the Tory loophole for an early vote. (12:28) Uploaded December 28

Trudeau heckled on the slopes in Rossdale, BC and the Conservative strategy to call for a non-confidence vote.

Michelle's full video:

NEW: Conservatives find weird Parliam...

Next came a 1-hour (1:03:33) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: PART 2 BC Canada Gov MADE This Addictions Expert Destroy Study & Evidence To Keep Their Agenda Going.

Part 2- I get to ask much more about the destruction of the studies and who made him and how it came about. Interview with addictions expert Dr. Julian Somers. It's worse than you think. They don't want to heal addicts or save our communities. An important conversation.

After that, I tuned in a movie I had previously downloaded, but we truncated it with maybe 20 minutes to go so that my brother could have further bed rest before busing off for the rest of the day to social drink. I will report on the movie once we have finished watching it.

A Christmas movie I have not yet mentioned which I watched on my own either just before or just after Christmas was 2018's Forever Christmas. It proved to be better than I expected. And it was cute how the very handsome leading man (played by actor Christopher Russell) had his heart captured by a character (played by actress Chelsea Hobbs) who was not his par in the looks department.

With that said, I could almost gush over how deliciously Chelsea was built! What straight man would not succumb to those most evident charms?

If at all interested, I believe that I watched the movie at this OK.ru link.

Chelsea's name came up in my Blogger's labels, so I have apparently seen her in a previous role ─ my suspicion is that it involved Christmas, but I have no idea what it could have been.

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Anyway, I took a break from this post to watch another Christmas movie, during which I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt and two shots of rum.

The movie was excellent for my needs ─ my eyes were soon enough burning, and things only escalated. I love it, even though it hurt me so deep that I wished I ceased to exist a few decades ago in order not to become who I am today, nor experience my present life situation.

The movie was 2018's Entertaining Christmas.

I was vaguely familiar with the name of lead actress Jodie Sweetin, even if I was unable to place a face to the name. But once into the movie, she did sort of become familiar as well ─ especially her voice. And although I doubt that I would have cast her in a romantic lead alongside actor Brendan Fuhr, the girl grew on me in her role in this movie and I know that I, too, would have found myself caught up in her elemental sway.

I watched the movie on T.V. via one of the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, but it can also be presently viewed at this OK.ru link ─ so many movies are available there!

I had a fairly light supper following the movie, and am now rather looped as a result of the alcohol. But that was the point. I would surrender further to some drinking, but even though I have no long walk planned for overnight due to my pedal incapacitation, I do want to have some upper body exercise. If it is not raining, then I will probably chance the possible three-block walk to the nearby elementary school playground for some sets of pull-ups and chin-ups there; or else I will just rely upon the same in our backyard too shed once it is light enough to see out there.

Thus, I will be avoiding everyone ─ that is, my brother specifically, but also my wife ─ later this evening and getting myself to bed reasonably early.

I shall write no further, for it is presently 8:28 p.m., and it would be good to be abed by 10 p.m. at latest, and perhaps rising at 4 a.m.

We shall see. I'm glad I am somewhat drunk ─ my blues are subdued, but I would like to indulge more if only I could sentimentalize the drinking.

Massive Setback for My Left Foot

Before I was yet prepared to retire last evening, I heard what I suspected was my younger brother come into the house, so I shut myself into my bedroom. But evidence thereafter was that it was my wife home from her latter day stint working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

In the latter afternoon that day she had phoned me to have me research if my Aeroplan points were sufficient to help her get a Canada Air flight to Rome, Italy, where one of her two sisters lives ─ my wife had projected a two-month round trip commencing March 10.

This intensely aggravated me ─ it's as if my wife does her utmost to be as unsettling as possible.

Well, I did look into it, but I don't have quite 7,000 points, and even the cheapest of one way flights requires at least 38,000 points.

So she's going to have to come up with some other scheme ─ I have been bled dry where her leeching of my pension income is concerned. I have no intention of remaining a 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 prisoner of this house while funding any and all of her extravagances.

Anyway, I believe that I was to bed before quite 11 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. to get me up in plenty of time to ease into a planned grocery expedition equating to a 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore. It would give my left foot's plantar fasciitis (if that is what is amiss) a serious testing.

I had maybe four blocks of serious sleep, finding myself overheated in bed, but I was able to remain there until finally I heard my alarm chiming. But I did not much want to get up at all.

I looked rather dreadful in the bathroom mirror, quite baggy-eyed; and I felt listless and even groggy.

But eventually I did manage a normalization.

Incidentally, my youngest stepson was still up.

I believe that I managed to get on my way just ahead of 6 a.m., walking at a leisurely pace to best protect my bad foot. It was sensitive, and I had a slight limp, but the trip seemed feasible.

Maybe ¾ of a mile from home I withdrew $200 from my financial institution's ATM.

The store opens at 7 a.m., and I had timed things such that I got there less than five minutes after its opening. The morning seemed as delightfully dark as when I first left home, which suited me. I was wearing a festive 'furry' green Kangol cap, but I had been too self-conscious to wear my similar red one because I was reluctant to be conspicuous in it on the hike back home as daylight increased despite heavily overcast skies.

The walk home was to see me bearing approximately the same weight in each hand ─ three kilogrammes (or 6½ - 7 pounds). Normally that is not too onerous, but it was too much for my foot. It was already very sensitive by the time I was to the store, but coming home I was soon in considerable pain, if not agony.

Unfortunately, the pain has only become exacerbated here at home. I can barely use the damned foot. And here I had initially wondered if maybe I might even be able to have an outing this evening!

Now I am just hoping that I will have recovered enough to handle a 1½-mile or so round trip walk Tuesday evening for some further grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods. The prospects are not encouraging.

I probably accumulated an hour or so back in bed fairly soon after my walk. My brother had emerged from his bedroom a short time after I had sought that rest.

After I joined him for some TV upon being given the okay to use our Android TV Box to take control of the T.V., I tuned in a six-minute (6:16) video published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canadian Hospital Denies Healthcare To This Man's Child So They Can Steal His Organs!

They refused to do a treatment that would work...So the Dad took him to a hospital in the US and they saved him. Canadian hospitals kill people for their organs now $$$.

Then it was a 52-minute (52:42) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: "We've DISCOVERED Time Travel but it's NOT what you think" Ashton Forbes | Redacted w Clayton Morris.

Is our deep state sitting on free energy. The idea that we could travel instantaneously to different parts of the world for free. Could we heat our homes, run all of our devices on free energy?

After that it was the last half or so of a video we had to break from a day or two ago. At 50 minutes (50:29), it was originally published July 14, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel: Ancient World | Alexandria The Greatest City (Episode 5).

Episode 5: Three cities dominated the ancient world: Athens, Rome and a third, now almost forgotten. It lies hidden beneath the waters of the Mediterranean and a sprawling modern metropolis. Alexandria was a city built on a dream; a place with a very modern mindset, where - as with the worldwide web - one man had a vision that all knowledge on earth could be stored in one place. Bettany Hughes goes in search of this lost civilisation, revealing the story of a city founded out of the desert by Alexander the Great in 331 BC to become the world's first global centre of culture, into which wealth and knowledge poured from across the world.

Until its decline in the fourth and fifth Centuries AD, Alexandria became a crucible of learning; Hughes uncovers the incredible discoveries and the technical achievements of this culture. The film's cast of characters reads like a list of the greatest figures of ancient times: political figures like Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar and Cleopatra, and intellectuals including female mathematician, astronomer and philosopher Hypatia, Euclid, Archimedes, Eratosthenes and Ptolemy. At last, after 1,500 years squashed under a modern metropolis, new clues are emerging from the earth to the real nature of this grand experiment in human civilisation.

My brother thereafter returned to his bedroom for a short bed rest. I fixed up a fairly heavy meal, and this was to delay my own return to bed until after my wife had risen for the day. She issued a soft "Good morning" as she passed by my bedroom on her way downstairs to the kitchen.

I was soon shut up in my bedroom and did acquire a short sleep, emerging around 2 p.m. or soon after. I was to find my wife dressed to be heading off somewhere. Normally if she is scheduled to work in the latter part of a day, she leaves between 3 - 3:10 p.m., but it was only 2:30 p.m.

As she left, she just said quickly, "I'll be back."

That led me to think that she was perhaps just going shopping, but apparently that was not so.

I badly want to watch a Christmas movie and do a little drinking, but I plan to sit up late once my brother returns home, watching maybe a couple of the shows we follow in common ─ and of course, drinking some beer. Thus, I would rather not have a head start on it ... but I may yet succumb.

I am distinctly fuzzy on some of the Christmas movies just recently watched ─ too much to drink. I think one that I watched on Christmas Day was 2018's A Christmas Break-In, but I could not really recognize anything from its description ─ I had to watch the one-minute video excerpt to have memory refreshed.

I also watched 2018's Shoelaces for Christmas, but I think that I must have done so on my own. Or else I possibly watched it twice. It was quite good. The young teen character as played by actress Mia Topalian was initially quite dislikable, but as she changed, she became very endearing.

Oddly, the actress had a pretty good run of acting credits from 2012 through and into 2020 ... but nothing since then.

Another movie I watched on my own was A Gingerbread Romance (2018 again), but I was not at all fussy about it. I will not say more.

Nor will I speak further of Christmas movies in this post.

In fact, I am going to close shop early ─ I've been sitting cramped up at this computer for too danged long this afternoon and into the early evening.

It is presently 6:28 p.m., and my wife is still away.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Christmas Movie Actresses

Possibly my weakness soon took control because my younger brother had arrived home last evening at the unexpected hour of 8 p.m. at most, forcing me to shut down a Christmas movie I had been watching ─ a bit of a marathon of successive movies.

I had been drinking since my morning's first heavily spiked coffee.

By the time my brother's home arrival took place, I was half way through the 1.75-litre ─ which is a little more than 59 fluid ounces ─ bottle of Captain Morgan Dark Rum that my brother had gifted me for Christmas.

I was surprisingly durable, although memory has flagged concerning the movies I had enjoyed with so many tears.

I am presently fresh from one I began watching early this evening ─ 2018's Welcome to Christmas. I watched it on T.V. downstairs via one of the streaming apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box. The movie was my enjoyable means of terminating my flawed (I drank long past dark yesterday, although I ate nothing further) Sabbath fast, and it ended today's drinking drought.

I have felt almost unbearable base today.

After my brother had arrived home last evening, I successively avoided his notice and was able to shut down everything on T.V. and spirit away my rum to the liquor cabinet, and he noticed nothing as I almost shadowed him up the stairs to our bedrooms where I secluded myself within mine.

I finished off the movie I had been watching ... and then sat up until sometime after 1 a.m. (as I recall) soliciting full corruption. However, at least I drank nothing further.

I heard my wife come home, but I remained hidden until fulfilling dissolution.

There came a point nigh 5 a.m. when I rose to use the toilet, but thereafter I was unable to relax into sleep. My conscience was in play, as likely was alcohol and caffeine withdrawal.

I did return to bed after getting up for 1 - 1½ hours, and managed to sleep anew for maybe 1½ hours, or a little more. By then it was well past 9 a.m., and I correctly identified that my brother was watching T.V., and so I joined him.

Anon he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, so I tuned in a previously downloaded video exceeding an hour (1:09:48) originally published November 22, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The Psychology of Casey Anthony & the Death of Caylee.

Everything else will be Explained in the Video. Includes Archive Footage & Audio.

Caylee Marie Anthony (August 9, 2005 – 2008) was an American girl who lived in with her mother, Casey Anthony and her maternal grandparents, George and Cindy Anthony. On July 15, 2008, she was reported missing in a 9-1-1 call made by Cindy, who said she had not seen Caylee for 31 days and that Casey's car smelled like a dead body had been inside it. Cindy said Casey had given varied explanations as to Caylee's whereabouts before finally telling her that she had not seen Caylee for weeks. Casey lied to detectives, telling them Caylee had been kidnapped by a nanny on June 9, and that she had been trying to find her, too frightened to alert the authorities. She was charged with first-degree murder in October 2008 and pleaded not guilty.

This was very interesting!

We got into a second video that I had previously downloaded, but my brother requested breaking from it for further bed rest.

I was to pursue a nap awhile later, and managed good and needed sleep, rising to find that my wife was finally up for the day. She would be leaving on her rather long drive to start her scheduled latter day stint at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Oddly, I have never felt hungover today ─ just tired. But no worse so than I usually do on my Sabbath fasts.

I almost dreaded a nude weigh-in shortly after my wife left for work. Today was a bath day, so after stripping down, I dared the scales. Despite the holiday season thus far, I was only 176 pounds ─ perfectly normal of late on Sabbath weigh-ins. I could barely believe it.

The movie I watched afterwards ─ Welcome to Christmas ─ was a pure delight, and just the sort of Christmas movie I love best. Lead actress Jennifer Finnigan is a name familiar to me ─ I expect so from a previous Christmas movie or two that I have watched.

I guess she's cute enough to fall for in a romantic setting.

I have watched so many Christmas movies these past few days!

The one my brother interrupted yesterday evening was 2018's Jingle Around the Clock. The lead actress in that one was Brooke Nevin, whom I am also sure that I am familiar with from a previous Christmas movie or two.

However, I barely remember this movie due to how inebriated I was by that point. But Brooke sure is a cutie! Due to my faulty recollection, I was tempted to re-watch it this evening. To be honest, last evening I began drifting off due to drowsiness during the movies ─ such a damned waste.

My wife phoned me at one point to beseech yet more money from me ─ a $150 transfer. I can't keep this going. I've got to get away from her ─ or dispense with a cellphone so she cannot phone nor text me.

This undoubtedly had considerable to do with my later moral failure that kept me up so damned late.

Anyway, during Welcome to Christmas this evening, I put away two shots of rum and two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9 % alcohol), and I was left wanting for more.

I hope to get out early tomorrow for some grocery shopping, but I am unsure if my left foot can handle the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore. I've got to try and get back into more activity, and shirk the drinking and marathon Christmas movies.

Heck, there is a lot I do not recall about the second-to-last Christmas movie I watched yesterday ─ 2018's Reunited at Christmas. I know that lead actress Nikki DeLoach is vaguely familiar to me ─ again, probably from some previous Christmas movie. She's another actress cuter than heck. So was the actress portraying Nikki's sister ─ Lisa Durupt seems like I should know her from at least one previous Christmas movie, but nothing comes up for her with Blogger's "labels". Initially, I wondered if the two characters were being played by one actress ─ that is, that the sisters were supposed to be twins.

I've got to stop blogging and soon get to bed ─ it is already 9:49 p.m., and I want to rise at 4 a.m. to ease into going anywhere. I am feeling socially withdrawn ─ reclusive.

I hate this. If I lived alone, I would keep drinking this evening and watch more shows.

Boxing Day 2024

A very brief post just past 8 p.m.

I drank most of the day, but leisurely. For the oddest reason, Bev wanted to go home, so around 4:40 p.m. my brother ─ who had not yet drank any alcohol ─ drove her home for a 5 p.m. NFL game.

He then returned because he cannot drink or else his van will not operate (due to a mandated ignition interlock device these past four months).

He tuned in the game, compelling me to come upstairs to this bedside computer. I watched a Christmas movie, and discovered that he was passed out. The game is now over, and I think he may have revived for the post-game show.

Whatever.

I am going to go downstairs to watch Christmas movies and drink.

Al else I will say is that my dear wife remained home today, which was really most pleasant, I have found.

Enough! Downstairs now for the remainder of the evening.

Bright Eyes on Christmas Day

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It was a very reasonable Christmas Eve, for I only drank three further cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) to supplement the one I downed in the latter afternoon.

Once my younger brother was back home, we watched our regular fare ─ nothing related to Christmas. So with our Android TV Box in play, the first show I tuned in was Doc Martin ─ episode five ("Remember Me") of season or series five.

Then it was A Touch of Frost ─ the premiere episode ("Another Life") of  season or series 11.

My brother needed to manage his drinking in order to be assured that he would have use of his van midday today ─ it might fail to start due to the mandated ignition interlock device installed in it now for four months; so he retired for the night after A Touch of Frost.

And so I behaved as well.

I rose this morning at 8 a.m., although I had gotten up for a short time awhile after 5 a.m.

Apparently my eldest stepson had his girlfriend spend the night, and I actually just finished having an illuminating chat with the young woman for the very first time. She is evidently half North American Indian, and is a 'special needs' teacher in an elementary school setting.

It is presently fairly early in the afternoon, and already my brother' has his girlfriend Bev here ─ they are busy in the kitchen preparing a turkey supper. Very soon now, the drinking will start.

My brother and I earlier watched a 1934 movie titled Bright Eyes that featured Shirley Temple, but we will soon be watching more modern Christmas fare. Bright Eyes was watched at this Archive.org link.

My wife showed up sometimes overnight, and is still shut up in her bedroom at 1:44 p.m. as I type these words.

I will likely not say anything more in today's post, but I will withhold its publication until the evening just to be sure. It's a wet, mild day; and I was very appreciative of the morning gloom, for it makes the indoor Christmas lights so much more beautiful that would have been the case on a brilliantly sunny day.

Christmas Eve 2024

My wife was home last evening before I sought my bed ─ she had found a delivery for her that had been left outside without any alert to those of us inside the house.

Anyway, I got to bed with my cellphone alarm set for 4:30 a.m., for I was rather determined to subject my bad left foot to the 1½-mile (at most) round trip walk to the elementary school playground for some exercise there, rather than having to wait around home until 7:30 a.m. or so when it would be getting light enough outside for me to be able to see inside the backyard tool shed to exercise there.

Once I was outside, I was to find everything wet from recent rain, so I needed to wipe dry a couple of jungle gym monkey bars at the playground for me to use for the planned half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. Vandals had wrapped the chains of all of the gymnastics-style rings around the very high support bar, so they were rendered useless.

There was nothing of note about my performance. I simply had the usual two sets of pull-ups (5-2), then two sets of chin-ups (3-3), and I finished with two sets of pull-ups between two of the bars (2-2) where I held a hang after that final pull-up for possibly a 45-count.

And then I completed the exercise session with a mere 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp.

My foot seemed no worse off for the outing, but I did walk with a gingerly bit of a limp.

I'm now unsure when it was that I returned to bed ─ it may have been around 7 a.m.; and I remained there until checking the time at something like 9:09 a.m., hustling up because I correctly expected to find that my younger brother was already watching T.V.

Before too long at all, I joined him, and soon had our Android TV Box at work.

First I tuned in a 33-minute video published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: BC Canada Gov FORCED Destruction Of Files Re: 20 Yr Study To Hide Evidence About Free Drugs Program.

BOOM! BC Government FORCED The Destruction Of All Computer Files Related To A 20 Year Study To Hide Evidence About The Free Drugs Program & New York Times/ Other MSM Media's Busted For Fake Story About RFK Jr & Polio Vaccines.

My wife apparently had a full workday today ─ her second consecutive ─ at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She emerged from her bedroom just ahead of 9:30 a.m. and began readying for the day, finally leaving shortly after 10 a.m. on her fairly long drive. I have no idea if she will be home tonight.

The second and last video I tuned in for my brother and I was nearly two hours (1:57:42) and had been published December 13 to BitChute's Banned Youtube Videos channel: An Iron Will | The Highwire.

Trump Sends Strong Message on Vaccines; Jefferey Jaxen Reports on A.I.’s over-the-top Energy Consumption, Livestock Milk Testing for Bird Flu, and Companies Ditching Toxins Ahead of Next Administration; ‘My Biggest Battle’ Film Chronicles Athlete’s Battle with Vaccine Injury; React-19 Founder Tells The Whole Story in new book, ‘Worth a Shot?’; New V-safe Free Text Field Data Dashboard Released.

Guests: Heiko Sepp, Brianne Dressen

My brother actually departed the video with maybe a half hour or more of it to go, for he wanted some further bed rest. Nevertheless I kept it playing, and rounded up my day's first meal.

Once the video was done, I came upstairs here to my bedside computer to eat.

Soon I could hear my eldest stepson up from bed and messing about in the kitchen. Then my brother began stirring, and anon came forth ─ but not to go anywhere. Instead, he embarked upon an extensive cleaning project in his bedroom and en suite shower / toilet.

This was a scheduled bath day for me, so I decided to tackle that before my stepson occupied the facilities.

My brother progressed his vacuuming from his bedroom down to the living room area. Clearly, he was preparing to have his girlfriend Bev stay over for Christmas.

In times past, he and she would show up in the evening half cut from drinking, but things are different now that he has had a mandated ignition interlock device installed for the past four months ─ he cannot use his van if he has been drinking. Thus, I could only wonder if he was going to go and fetch her this afternoon and bring her here so very much earlier than would have otherwise been the case.

When I finished by bath and emerged to taper off here in my bedroom, I heard him cough from his bedroom ─ I had thought that he had left. But no, he was resting after wearing himself out housecleaning.

Awhile later he sallied forth, and I approached him concerning his later plans with Bev.

It seems that I misread things. His immediate plan was to bus off to the Legion over near where she lives about two miles away. He would drink there for a time, and then walk over to her home and visit there, drinking with her.

She is hardly going to be busing back home with him later. Thus, it will be tomorrow that he will drive over and collect her, provided he does not drink so much tonight that his alcohol blood levels tomorrow will alert the ignition interlock device and prevent his van from starting.

Nonetheless, in my mind I still deem it possible that there will be a change of minds this evening ─ maybe the pair will show up here together after all, possibly by taxi.

We shall see.

In the midafternoon I decided to watch a Christmas movie. I did so downstairs on T.V. with the aid of our Android TV Box, although my source was website OK.ru.

The movie turned out to be better than I anticipated, but it was not quite relatable enough for me. As well, I grew very groggy for a stretch after I had slowly worked my way through a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I almost dared a second can, but withheld ─ I will of course be sitting up late this evening with my brother once he is back, with or without Bev.

The movie I watched was 2018's A Majestic Christmas; and as I said, I was not expecting much from it since it was not relatable for me. This was why I limited myself to the one slow beer. Really, it was primarily just to be done with the movie that I chose to watch it.

Probably if I had been rested and gung-ho about drinking and immersing myself into the movie, I would have enjoyed it far more than I did.

None of the cast were visually familiar to me, and I certainly had never heard of lead actress Jerrika Hinton. If ever I saw her in anything previously that she had acted in, I do not remember her.

If you are curious for yourself, this was the OK.ru link that was my movie source.

I am going to cease blogging now, with the evening before Christmas newly arrived. I have no clear idea on how I shall be spending the time as I await my brother's return ─ just watch T.V.? If I drink any further, I do not know what to expect later ─ I don't want to get too corned and have an unpleasant time of it come tomorrow morning.

First off, though, I want to lie down ─ I never had a nap this afternoon.

I hope I will manage to blog a little tomorrow. I don't want to have no record of the day.

Lost to Alicia

Recollection is insecure, but I think that my younger brother may not have gotten home last evening until after 11 p.m. It was becoming difficult awaiting his homecoming. When my left foot was healthier, on evenings when I was to be remaining up late, I would be able to spend time on long walks. But this plantar fasciitis or whatever else may be amiss with the foot has me home most days now.

Once he was home, I had The Orville set up to play ─ episode nine ("Domino") of season three. Lots of excitement in this episode, and it probably kept my brother conscious. Unfortunately, the attractive young crewmember "Charly" (as played by actress Anne Winters) was killed off.

Due to how long these episodes typically run, and how late into the evening our viewing together began, I wondered if my brother would call it a night once the show was done. He did seem to be considering it, but he yielded when I suggested Yellowstone. And so we watched episode four ("Winning or Learning") of season four.

Then he retired to his bedroom for the night.

My wife had gone out in the early evening after asking $20 from me ─ I thought that she was going shopping, but evidently not. She finally returned home in the early a.m. while I was dealing with a few things at my bedside computer before finally going to bed. I made a final 2:15 a.m. Facebook post, so I am certain that I was to bed ahead of 3 a.m. ─ maybe even well ahead.

My morning began when I checked the time and discovered it to be 8:15 a.m. By this time I was concerned that my brother had already risen ─ I had left the Christmas lights on all night long, so I hustled up in order to get downstairs and start unplugging them.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom until well past 9 a.m., by which time I had the video lined up to play that we had cancelled out of yesterday with maybe 20 minutes to go. At 1¾ hours (1:45:43), the video had been published December 23 to Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel: 🎥✮⋆˙ Documentary by Anne Vandersteel: "Ground Zero - North Carolina" ⭐ Fighting Globalism to Restore the Republic.

🌟 Hurricane Helene Relief Fund: https://americanmadefoundation.org/hurricane.

This powerful documentary takes you to the heart of North Carolina, where Hurricane Helene left a trail of unprecedented destruction, claiming lives, decimating communities, and exposing the fragility of a system unprepared to cope. Through harrowing footage and personal accounts, the film examines the tragic loss of life, widespread property devastation, and the hidden hazards of hazardous material contamination that further endangered survivors. At its core, Ground Zero North Carolina delves into the glaring failures of federal disaster response, highlighting FEMA's inefficiencies in addressing the crisis. But amidst the despair, a different story emerges—a story of resilience, unity, and the indomitable spirit of the people. Facing neglect from globalist systems and centralized governance, ordinary citizens took extraordinary action. Neighbors became first responders, communities self-organized, and grassroots efforts flourished.
👉 Anne Vandersteel: www.AnnVandersteel.com
👉 Anne on X: x.com/annvandersteel

Next was a 26-minute (26:14) video published yesterday to Rumble's WHO IS JOHN GALT channel: ALEX JONES WITH NEW BIOATTACK INCOMING! Dr. David Martin Issues Emergency. SGANON, CLIF HIGH.

The final video I tuned in via our Android TV Box was another long one that we had to suspend concluding because my brother wanted a little bed rest before heading out on some errands. I will cite the video once we have finished watching it.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom just ahead of 9:30 a.m. and was away no later than 10:10 a.m. on her fairly long drive.

My brother never got back until after 3 p.m., which had me wondering if he would maybe remain home; but no, he left afoot for a bus so that he could engage in his daily social drinking.

Late this morning he produced a frozen turkey that he left in the kitchen to begin thawing, but I have no idea what is happening or planned ─ he said nothing to me, only to my eldest stepson.

In other news, I laundered this afternoon. And while I was collecting my finished laundry out of the dryer, I heard the doorbell ring a couple of times. Both of my stepsons were home, so I expected one of them to respond. However, it happened that the youngest was just finishing a shower, and the oldest was having one of his 20-minute bowel movements.

The youngest and I were at the door in time to see a yellow delivery truck drive off ─ I think DHL has yellow trucks. My wife had texted me on Friday that she was expecting a delivery ─ maybe this was it. But nothing was left ─ not even a failed delivery notice. So I have texted her as much, poor girl.

That fink that is my wife! I had less than $70 in my chequing account, but I have just discovered online that she helped herself to $60 ─ either last night, or possibly today. I suspect last night while out while she was out partying.

I really hate this!

By the way, before eating midday, I went out to the backyard tool shed and held a hang for a 60-count from the child's slide ladder that I have stretched across some rafters for the use of pull-ups and chin-ups.

But I'm feeling a little bummed at present, so I am going to watch a Christmas movie and do a little drinking. More after the break. It is presently 5:16 p.m.

♣♣♣♣♣

It was one of those homeruns so uncommon of recent vintage, but I suspect that primary credit for this may go to actress Alicia Witt ─ I have adored the woman for years. Back in the latter 1970s and early 1980s, I was addicted in love with a young woman who resembled her in every way except hair colour ─ my obsession back then was lightly brown-haired and not red.

The movie was 2018's Christmas on Honeysuckle Lane. Anticipating the need for an early emotional impact, I drank a shot of St-Rémy VSOP Brandy (40% alcohol), a bottle gifted to be at least a couple of years ago ─ whether birthday or Christmas, I no longer remember. I have very slowly worked my way through the contents since that time, always reluctantly due to nostalgia.

I followed that with three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), so the buzz was profound. I in fact wanted to tune in another Christmas movie, but I knew the alcohol excess would be brutal for tomorrow morning.

Gosh, Alicia Witt is so unbelievably hot to me! I think that I would be driven mad if I had her in my life on a daily basis and had to play the platonic role.

I watched the movie downstairs on T.V. using our Android TV Box and the BeeTV streaming app that I have downloaded into it, but I see that the movie is available at this OK.ru link if your are curious.

Dear Alicia is getting on in her still early years, but she is absolutely overwhelmingly beautiful to me.

Alicia's character's older sister was played by actress Laura Leighton, unknown to me. But she somewhat resembled another actress whom it took some while for me to surely identify: Courtney Cox.

I long so profoundly to live in some tiny township where everyone shared my traditions and culture as is portrayed in Hallmark movies like this ─ not in some enclave of South Asia where I am surrounded with Sikhs and some Muslims who could never appreciate what the Christmas season is to this 75-year-old.

I need to be free ─ financially liberated ─ and able to honourably depart from my household / family, else I am lost. Maybe I already 9:25 p.m.

I desire to blog no further.

I will not be sitting up late with my brother. Possibly I will venture in the wee a.m. before daylight for some exercise at the elementary school playground three or so blocks away. Bedtime is definitely not far off, for presently it is p.m., and my brother is quite newly home while I remain secluded from him behind my closed bedroom door.

No Christmas Movie

My cellphone alarm roused me at 4:30 a.m. Despite having been abed (apart from a toilet break shortly after 3 a.m.) for at least 5½ hours, I still wanted to remain in bed and sleep more. I attribute that to the ongoing caffeine withdrawal that continued despite the termination of my Sabbath fast at dark the evening prior.

I certainly enjoyed that mug of strong instant coffee with the works that I was to straightaway fix for myself.

My wife ─ who had come home at some point while I was sleeping ─ was still up when I had that toilet break. She was downstairs in the kitchen washing pots and pans, from the sound of it. When I got up at 4:30 a.m., I could see that her bedroom light was still on, despite her bedroom door being closed.

Anon she came forth to use the bathroom one last time and properly go to bed, but we did not associate.

I had resolved that I would undertake the two-mile round trip hike to Walmart Canada at Surrey Place (Central City) to do some grocery shopping. The store opens at 7 a.m., so I wanted to arrive there soon after.

It was to be a test of whatever is wrong with my left foot ─ plantar fasciitis or else deeply / profoundly bruised heel and associated arch area. The considered 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore seemed folly, for even without footwear on here at home, the affected area is sensitive when I walk.

I never left home until just about 6:40 a.m., and from outset my foot was sensitive enough that I had a slight limp. But it was tolerable, and I was walking slowly in the damp environment, still wet from fairly recent rain.

I am going to miss the darkness! It was dark beneath overcast sky when I arrived at the store around 7:10 a.m. at most, and it was just about as dark when I was heading home with more weight to tote than I had planned upon.

But the shopping experience was completely positive in the store. There were remarkably few other customers, and the employees were all still fresh and 'un-stressed'. I was to find the self-serve stations were getting a lot of use, but there seemed to only be one cashier in service. However, there were only a very elderly couple ahead of me, so no real lineup.

Yes, it was a very positive shopping experience indeed!

My foot was to grow more sensitive as I walked home with my load, but it was perfectly tolerable. I even wondered if I might get out this evening.

Alas, I will not be. My foot's condition deteriorated over the day and it is burning almost non-stop, and is definitely sensitive in the affected region to the touch. I can only imagine my state had I dared the longer walk.

I arrived back home probably barely after 8 a.m., but already my brother was up and going through the Sunday edition of The Province newspaper that I subscribe to.

After I had put away my shopping and then gone upstairs to my bedroom to dress down and to check a few things online, I heard the T.V. playing, so I knew I would not bother seeking any bed rest. I didn't even particularly feel any need.

I joined my brother downstairs, and then just after 8:30 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work.

First up were three very recent YouTube videos:

• December 20 at Canada Info channel: Is Trudeau government stealing $7,000,000,000 from public pension funds? (15:01)

If we look at the details of the public accounts, we see that the net debt hasn't really fluctuated that much because there's a big difference in terms of the assets coming from pensions. And if you look at the numbers between 2023 and 24, there is a difference of $7 billion.

And in my riding, I received within the span of a week 30 emails from civil servants who live in my writing and who are accusing the government of stealing their pension and when you look at the numbers, you see that the government actually used some of the excess, the surplus there and the government seems to have taken an amount that is far in excess of the amount that they have the right to manipulate.

• December 21 at Unacceptable Fringe channel: You won't BELIEVE who is funding Trudeau and Singh! Canada is COMPROMISED (9:52)

Justin Trudeau and Jagmeet Singh have some questions to answer as to where they get their funding from. 

• December 21 at AnitaK channel: Jagmeet declares no confidence, but when??

Jagmeet Singh declaring no confidence in Justin Trudeau. Meaningless words and no back up. When? Call the election now.

After then it was a 58-minute (58:44) video published yesterday to Bitchute's The Green Glow (Health, Truth And News) channel: Mitch Vexler talks about Property Tax Fraud and Legal Implications, Support for Homeowners.

Mitch Vexler talks about Property Tax Fraud and Legal Implications, Support for Homeowners.

Mirrored from Mike Adams: https://www.brighteon.com/56353a56-e4df-4455-b36e-7ca15f000bc3

To learn more, visit: https://www.mockingbirdproperties.com/

Although most of this was beyond our ken, we understood enough of its implications as Canadian home mortgage holders who pay a monstrous annual property tax that the video was unexpectedly interesting for us.

We were to watch one further YouTube video that I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive. It was 11 minutes (11:24) and had originally been uploaded December 13, 2020, to The Why Files channel: Why The Dinosaurs Died | The Chicxulub Asteroid Impact.

One of the deepest scars on our planet is hidden beneath the Yucatán Peninsula and the Gulf of Mexico. The buried crater, over 90 miles in diameter, was created when a massive asteroid struck the planet 66 million years ago and brought a calamitous end to the reign of dinosaurs.

Though dinosaur extinction probably took weeks or months, in just one day, 425 feet of material accumulated where the asteroid hit with the power of 10 billion atomic bombs. The blast ignited trees and plants for thousands of miles -- which were quickly extinguished by mega tsunamis with waves that may have reached as far inland as Illinois.

And at the low-end estimate of 10.1 on the Richter scale, the subsequent earthquake would have been more powerful than anything ever measured or experienced by humans.

And then things got worse.

Let's find out why.

We got most of the way through one further video, but I won't cite it until we have finished watching it ─ probably tomorrow.

My brother was to get some bed rest while I tackled my day's first meal. He came forth to watch a 1 p.m. NFL game, and well before 2 p.m. I sought a needed nap. He had gone for the day to engage his daily social drinking by the time I rose ─ reluctantly, and mainly because I was concerned that my wife was scheduled to start work in the latter afternoon and I felt obliged that I should at least present myself before she left.

However, she was still shut up in her bedroom, and never did emerge until around the time she normally would have begun working if she had been scheduled for the latter afternoon. In other words, she had the day off.

Awhile later her eldest son came home with his girlfriend, and they have been here now nearly a couple of hours as I type these words at 6 p.m.

I did venture downstairs at one point after dark to turn on various Christmas lights, and I briefly engaged with her in the presence of my stepson and my wife, complimenting the young lady on some shortbread cookies she had left for us nigh 10 days ago.

I feel I should have involved myself more, but I am socially awkward ─ I have been a recluse in this house for too many years.

With that confessed, I am going to close today's post and publish it. I will be sitting up late tonight watching shows with my brother once he buses back home; and of course I will be having some beer.

I would love to watch a Christmas movie meantime, but I need to drink as I do. This would prove devastating for my day tomorrow, since it would mean doubling up on my overall beer consumption.

So no Christmas movie.

Time for Me

That Christmas movie I watched yesterday in the latter afternoon ─ I also had a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) after drinking the three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during it.

I am now unsure whether I was to bed before 11 p.m. or not. I did set my cellphone alarm, but I would be guessing if I claimed that I set it for 4:30 a.m., 5 a.m., or even 5:30 a.m. All are possible.

As usual, I slept in blocks of sleep. I never heard my wife come home, but it was definitely very late because I rose into the earliest a.m. for use of the bathroom and she was not yet here.

When I finally did rise to my alarm, I decided that I would not be stressing the case of plantar fasciitis or whatever is amiss with my left foot. In other words, I would not be walking the three or so blocks to the elementary school playground to exercise there ─ I would settle on the backyard tool shed once it was light enough to see out there.

When that time came, my performance was pretty much usual. An opening pair of sets of pull-ups (6-2), then two sets of chin-ups (3-3), and I finished with two sets of pull-ups (2-2) between sides of the child's sled ladder that I have stretched across shed rafters and have to use for these exercises. The very final pull-up saw me hold a hang at its conclusion for at least a 40-count.

Then back in the house I managed 15 slow full-range push-ups on the kitchen linoleum floor.

But every bit of uplift I may have felt was dashed when I logged into my chequing account online. I had foolishly failed to do so yesterday, even though I knew that the government always makes an earlier than usual direct deposit of better than half of my monthly pension income.

It had happened yesterday ─ $1,506.73. However, my wife discovered it last night before she came home, and withdrew $650 of it. Over the course of the past month or so, I had submitted to her importunes for $1,050 of my dwindling last pension income, and now she has gone and done this? That's $1,700!

I was crushed, exasperated, and absolutely furious almost to the point of tears. What the Hell can I do about this?!

She could only have been partying ─ maybe even been haunting a casino near to where she works part-time.

I do without, a virtual prisoner of this deeply mortgaged property, while she parties on and has a vibrant social life with scant restrictions because the weak sap that I am always buckles under guilt and my sense of responsibility for her welfare, and keeps allowing her 'loans' of my pension money that she is never able to repay.

I was still up when my younger brother emerged from his bedroom and went downstairs, possibly around 8:30 a.m. I knew that he would spend time going through the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun newspaper that I subscribe to, so I returned to bed for a half hour or so ─ maybe a bit more.

Then when I was certain that I could hear the T.V. playing, I gradually convinced myself to get up.

Just as I had done so ─ I had left my bedroom door ajar to better hear when the T.V. came on ─ my wife was suddenly presenting herself, looking dreadfully weary.

I was perfectly calm by this time, and was expecting that she was going to make her confession.

Well, she did ─ but she was not confessing to having fleeced me. Yes, she did withdraw the money ─ or transferred it out from my account to her own, actually. But she fully intended to replace it right afterward because she was to make a $750 cash deposit.

And she did make the deposit at an ATM ... but she evidently punched in the figure $7.50 instead of $750. She showed me the receipt to prove it.

Thus, she would have made restitution and I would never have met with the shock that I did earlier when I logged into the account. But now we will have to wait for a correction. She phoned around 2:30 p.m. this afternoon to the financial institution's helpline and eventually got hold of an agent. Her call was supposedly being recorded, so it should now be registered that the unmarked envelope with $750 cash in it is hers, and the claimed $7.50 deposit transaction is an error.

The agent apparently told her that correction might take two "business days". The agent also said that this sort of thing is not uncommon.

Obviously this was a relief for us both; now we can but wait.

I despise harbouring the ill I was feeling towards my wife this morning, but I just could not see any possible resolution to what she had done. I never dreamed that it could all be a mistake.

Upon joining my brother for some T.V. and getting his invitation to put our Android TV Box into operation, we were to watch a two-hour (2:04:04) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's NADINE channel: Dr. William Makis Exposes Healthcare Failures, Government Accountability & Alberta’s Future.

🔥 In this must-watch interview, Dr. William Makis joins Nadine Wellwood for a no-holds-barred discussion on Alberta’s healthcare challenges, government accountability, and the future of Alberta’s political and economic landscape.

My brother and I had not before heard of Nadine Wellwood, but I found myself liking this woman so very much. I wish that I knew her.

There is much more to the video description, so please refer to it to find out more.

We finished up with the last quarter or so of a video we departed from yesterday morning. At 48 minutes (48:22), it had been uploaded November 13, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: The Castle Builders: Siege & Storm - How Castles Were Attacked & Defended | Free Documentary.

This is the story of how the medieval castle fared under the attacks which it was designed to withstand. With thrilling dramatic reconstructions and state-of-the-art computer graphics, we see the castle in the heat of battle and show how it withstood the siege engines and mass assaults that this age of endless conflict threw at it.

The finessing of castle defences was a process that took hundreds of years. From the stone keeps of the Normans, to the concentric walls of the later Middle Ages, and the “active defence” and architectural sophistication of citadels like Carcassonne in south-western France, the Castle Builders were always battling to keep the castle strong.

As they faced siege and storm, they devised structures which confronted the enemy with layer after layer of defence and exposed them to deadly peril at every turn.

We feature the Siege of Rochester in 1215, one of the bloodiest in English history, and one which revealed a crucial design fault in the great square stone keeps. A powerful citadel could underpin the authority of its lord, or establish the rule of a king over a new territory. But when a castle built by an invading king fell into the hands of a conquered people, it became a weapon turned against its own makers, a highly potent symbol of revolt.  As we’ll see, that’s what happened in Wales in 1404.

After centuries of dominance, the castle becomes vulnerable to artillery. The big guns of Oliver Cromwell’s New Model Army ended Royalist resistance in the English Civil War, and brought the end of an era for the castle.

My brother thereafter sought some bed rest, and I was reasonably soon to seek my needed nap, since this was my Sabbath fast and I would be refraining from calories or even caffeine until well past 5 p.m. ─ or better than 24 hours since it began.

I rose from my nap just as my brother was readying to leave for the day to commence his daily social drinking. My wife was quite newly up (she had returned to bed after her morning confession ─ she had only risen then to explain herself), and upon sharing with my brother her error and that the deposit envelope had nothing distinguishing it as being hers ─ no account number written on it, nor her name ─ she was inspired to make the helpline call I described earlier.

She had to work in the latter afternoon, so she left around 3:10 p.m. on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where her part-time employment is.

I worked on blogging until it was dark before breaking my fast. I had a naked weigh-in just prior to 5 p.m. and was tolerably 176-7 pounds.

I wanted to immerse myself into the emotion of a Christmas movie, so maybe as late as 6:20 p.m. I resorted to T.V. downstairs and used our Android TV Box to tune in 2018's Time for Me to Come Home for Christmas.

I may have recognized two elderly male supporting actors, but no one else ─ certainly not any names ─ was familiar to me.

Even so, I have evidently enjoyed lead actress Megan Park before ─ I just do not know where. Most likely an earlier Christmas movie.

Her male love interest was played by Josh Henderson, whom I quickly found to be a very likely character as portrayed by him. I loved the overt closeness that his character and the character (as played by actress Susan Hogan) of his mother displayed ─ it was definitely evocative, and made me keenly miss my own mother.

I did not expect that Susan Hogan was maybe a year my senior.

I very much enjoyed the movie ─ more than the past several I have watched. This one was different in that Christianity clearly figured into it ─ unlike most Hallmark movies where Christianity and religion are ignored.

Note that I had to resort to this link at OK.ru because the couple or so streaming apps I tried only offered foreign-language dubbed versions, to my huge annoyance. Initially the video seemed 'diluted' or far from sharp at OK.ru., but it seemed to improve in quality as it rolled along.

Yes, I shed some tears. I never openly blubbered, but as I said, it affected me emotionally more than the past several movies seemed to manage to do. I am growing concerned, though. Am I becoming immune? I have not broken right down into emotional helplessness for quite some while.

Due to a fairly watery supper, I first had myself a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum to get my emotions opened a little, and then I followed up with three cans of Cariboo Malt.

I shall be getting to bed soon. My early plans are simply the 1½-mile round trip hike to the nearest Save-On-Foods for some grocery shopping, although I have not entirely surrendered the notion of undertaking the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore. 

It is only that my lame left foot concerns me. How long must I forego walks of any note? I am losing my capacity.

Whatever, it is now 10;05 p.m., so I am going to publish this and be done with blogging for today. Bedtime may not be far off, for without caffeine today, I am rather groggy.

Homegrown

I remained home last evening. The Shoe Company was to close at 9 p.m., and I believe that it was already around 7:30 p.m. when I published yesterday's blog post. With the store a mile away and my left foot as sensitive as it is with its plantar fasciitis or whatever the heck is wrong with the heel and arch area, it seemed folly to undertake the trip.

And so I was home and all set up with our Android TV Box lined up to play the first show I had planned for us once my younger brother showed up from his daily social drinking ─ he actually got home a little earlier than I expected, for it was well before 9 p.m.

What I had lined up was Noughts + Crosses ─ the series and season two finale "Episode 4".

The episode barely began when my brother's 'healthy' brain had shut down and he was passed out for the entirety of the episode. I am no longer interested in seeking to cater to him. If his brain health is so voluntarily pathetic because he craves this level of daily drunkenness, then he can do without my previous efforts to keep him attuned to what was happening in series we follow.

He fortunately revived just as I began playing the next show I tuned in. It was Resident Alien ─  episode four ("Avian Flu") of season three. I'm very much enjoying the new bird-like alien (played by actress Edi Patterson) who is the love (sex) interest of our titular character, Harry. She's coming across as a rather provocative female, I must confess!

We finished with The Last Kingdom ─ "Episode nine" of final season five. A fabulous series!

There was to be one final show that we watched as a result of my brother's "something short" request. I selected Young Sheldon ─ episode 11 ("A Race of Superhumans and a Letter to Alf") of season two. Happily actress Isabel May was in the episode ─ she is the sole reason we began watching the series in this season two when she made her first appearance.

Once this episode was done, my brother was to remain up for at least a half hour because I began playing random 1960s "live" YouTube music videos via the SmartTube app downloaded into our Android TV Box.

I think I was lucky that my brother retired when he did, for I was nearly set to open a fourth can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). And so it was that I was able to retire sensibly enough with just the three beers, and may have been to bed by 1:30 a.m.

After about four hours, I began having sleep issues. I had no hangover ─ I just felt too awake. I rose around or near 7 a.m. for an hour or so, then got some further bed rest. But my brother was not to emerge from his bedroom until well past 10 a.m., by which time I had almost finished watching a nearly 1½-hour (1:28:31) video published much earlier today to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Exposing massive ignorance, corruption in Canada/USA as World implodes without Truth.

I had fast-forwarded through much of the early part of the video to bypass Christopher James Pritchard's usual banality, ranting, and advertising.

When the episode was done ─ and it is to be the last until something like January 17 ─ I tuned in a documentary: Better Off Dead. My source was this OK.ru link.

Thereafter I tuned in another documentary, but had to suspend it at 28 to 30 minutes because my brother desired some bed rest before leaving to catch a bus and begin his daily social drinking. This had been a bath day, so I was having that bath when my brother emerged from his bedroom and left.

I was desirous of a Christmas movie and some drinking, but realizing now how unfeasibly early it gets dark in terms of commencing my Sabbath fast, I decided to forego my usual early afternoon nap and instead watch the movie and have a small supper beginning around midafternoon.

My movie choice was 2018's Homegrown Christmas.

I am a fan of Lori Loughlin's Christmas movies! It's difficult to believe that she is presently 60 years old, and was maybe 53 at youngest when the movie was filmed. In terms of the movie plot, she and her love interest (actor Victor Webster) were supposed to have been high school sweethearts ─ yet Lori is almost 8½ years the actor's senior!

I only just learned that the young actress (Isabella Giannulli) portraying Lori's young teen/adult niece is actually her real-life daughter!

Anyway, if interested, although I did watch the movie on T.V. with aid of our Android TV Box and one of the streaming apps, I see that it is also presently available at OK.ru at this link.

I drank three cans of Cariboo Malt, and just barely finished the last of my supper (an apple) just as the Western sky was fading to night around 4:40 p.m. at most. This clears me to be able to break my fast as early as 5 p.m. tomorrow.

Early in the evening I even phoned my late old friend William's ladyfriend Sandy, and we chatted for maybe 40 minutes.

I'm glad of that.

Boy, I'm tired as I type these words at 9:39 p.m.! My brother got home maybe around 9 p.m., but I heard him and shut myself up into my bedroom. I will be remaining home tomorrow while I endure my Sabbath fast, but I think I'm going to be to bed by maybe 10 p.m. this evening even though it will mean I'll be up well before daylight.

Ghosts

It is a little strange, but although I know I went to bed sensibly early last evening, I am unsure if it was before 11 p.m. And I am not fully certain, but my cellphone alarm may have been set for 5:30 a.m. to get me up so that I would have time to adjust for some exercising out in the backyard tool shed when it became light enough to do so.

What I do certainly recall is that the drink I downed while watching a Christmas movie had me initially dealing with some vertigo once I got into bed. It's odd how darkness can bring that on.

Maybe around 1:25 a.m. I rose to use the bathroom, for I was into a wakeful spell. My wife had arrived home at some point from her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and was shut up for the night in her bedroom.

I was to have several more wakeful periods as time dragged on, but I kept resisting checking the time until ultimately my alarm did sound.

I felt normal enough ─ no further trace of any adverse alcohol effects.

As it was to turn out, I braved the dark tool shed just after 7 a.m. because I wanted to get the exercising out of the way. I had to stand around in there longer than I cared before deciding that my vision was not going to adjust any better than it had to the darkness, and so I risked climbing in order to reach the child's sled ladder that I have stretched across some rafters. Lacking access to a true chin-up bar, I have to make do with the rather thick sides of that ladder.

And so I undertook three sets of pull-ups (4-2-2), two sets of chin-ups (3-3), and two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the ladder (2-2); and I held a hang after the very last of the pull-ups between those sides for a 45-count.

Then back in the house, I managed 15 slow full-range push-ups on the kitchen linoleum floor (I brush thighs, torso, and chin to the floor, so I seriously lower myself).

The house was in darkness from the time I first got up. This had me wondering about my eldest stepson, for it seemed to me that he had not gone to work for too many consecutive days for him to be having the usual break that he gets after three of his 12-hour shifts.

I was to find a message for him on the landline answering machine in the latter afternoon from someone at Tree Island Steel where my stepson works ─ apparently he does not have to return until December 30, which I am not much liking. I don't like having him home so much.

Anyway, I returned to bed just past 8 a.m. while my younger brother was stirring about in his bedroom prior to emerging and going downstairs to watch T.V. news and drink coffee. But I was only down for maybe a half hour before rising again, and then going downstairs to join him a little after 9 a.m.

At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 48-minute (48:46) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The Myth is Canada channel: Canada the Illusion.

A film produced by Timm Stein, in collaboration with Xander La Rue, Doug Force and The Myth Is Canada. This film is entirely based on facts and not opinions! The viewer is strongly encouraged to verify each fact. The film was first released on December 11, 2024.

This film exposes the fraud that has been committed on the people of the land mass commonly referred to as “Canada”. It highlights the historic facts and showcases in detail who committed the fraud and when it was committed. It presents hard facts that show how the illusion was implemented and how the people have been deceived, trapped and enslaved. It also presents the solution for the people to free themselves from the illusion and create a new reality.

For more information visit www.canadaillusionfilm.com. To research the facts visit www.themythiscanada.com. You can also connect on X at https://x.com/CanadaIllusion and on Telegram at https://t.me/canadaillusionfilm.

A lot of work clearly went into the video, but it was all for naught where my brother and I are concerned. The legalese documentation was too confusing and bewildering for us to fathom and follow. It proved to be heavily into Common Law, as well. Under the current corrupt political and judicial systems, it may as well be irrelevant whether Common Law is the truth or not ─ it shall never hold sway, so as far as I can see, it's not worth bothering trying to understand it. There needs to be massive organization of those who believe and are fluent in it, and that just isn't so.

Next I tuned in a 26-minute (26:18) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Northern Perspective channel: Jagmeet Singh gets SLAUGHTERED by Reporter That doesn't PUT UP with his NON ANSWERS!

At least this video was more interesting and entertaining.

Then came a 25-minute (25:42) video uploaded July 29, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: Cuban Revolution & Fidel Castro's Communist Regime in Cuba | Documentary | 1963.

This documentary film focuses on the revolution in Cuba on 1959 with the exile of Batista, a tyrant in the eyes of many Cubans. It discusses the days leading up to the revolution, which many saw as the beginning of democracy in Cuba. Then it shows the consequences of Castro's actions after he won power, and the world's response to his communist regime.

There is far, far more to the full description, so please refer to the video link if interested.

We finished up with BBC's Ghosts ─ episode seven ("A Christmas Gift") of final season or series five. The commercial-free 29-minute (29:36) episode is presently available to watch at this OK.ru link.

My wife rose into the latter morning and mysteriously soon left well ahead of noon. It was too late for her if she had a full day's work, but hours too early if she was only scheduled for the latter afternoon.

While I was probably near the end of my early afternoon nap, she texted me at 3:12 p.m. to ask yet again if I could transfer her $300 so she could buy new tires for her car. This was to lead to a flurry of exchanges, and ultimately I complied, even though the transaction brought my account down to $529 and change with the fortnightly mortgage due next Thursday.

I don't know what's going on with my stingy two stepsons, but they are not contributing enough towards the mortgage ─ especially the older lad who earns more per hour than I ever dreamed of getting back before I retired.

I wish one of the two of them would announce he was moving out and getting an apartment or something with a girlfriend ─ then finally I would have my excuse for selling the house.

Crap! I see that I am frittering away too much time ─ I've been looking at boot advertisements because I have been considering risking the two-mile round trip hike to Surrey Place (Central City) for a new pair of boots at The Shoe Company. But I hate to lay out the money ─ I feel so damned stressed.

I may not even be able to handle the walk ─ my left foot's plantar fasciitis (or whatever is wrong) is still sore from the trauma of Tuesday evening's four-mile+ round trip hike for beer ─ trekking home 10 pounds of beer in each hand was devastating for my foot.

I'm going to close today's post and worry out what I am going to do. Regardless, it will be a late night of T.V. (via our Android TV Box) with my brother, and of course beer.