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.