Christmas Creek

Well, I had no walk overnight. And that is because I was not to bed until nearly midnight as a result of dissolute preoccupation here at my bedside computer following publication of yesterday's blog post.

I had the belief that my wife had meanwhile come home, but neither her car nor she were here this morning. I rose ahead of 7 a.m. and managed to accomplish a couple of things related to the garden plot out in our front yard, but only some time will reveal if the effort was profitable beyond the bit of exercise and fresh air.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom around 8:10 a.m. or so for coffee and some T.V., but I waited until a little after 9 a.m. before joining him.

Once he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into play, we were to watch just three videos, and all were at YouTube.

First was a 12-minute (12:56) video uploaded yesterday to the AnitaK channel: Can Carney be the Prime Minister without a seat?

Can Carney be the Prime Minister without a seat? It's happened before in 1984 with Liberal leader and then PM, John Turner. What will the outcome of the race mean in Nepean? Barbara Bal's popularity is on a huge uptick, does Carney stand a chance?

Second was a 47-minute (47:23) video uploaded October 11, 2016, to the Real Stories channel: The Man Who Is Obsessed With The Number 12.

A remarkably intimate and moving film that offers an insight into the extreme Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Hugh is trapped in a world of endless order and repetition, where each day is spent with the same ritual placing of objects and counting in 12s. His condition places a huge strain on Hugh and his family. With the help of a leading psychiatric authority on OCD, Hugh is challenged to face the fears and anxieties that fuel his compulsive behaviour.

I think that the documentary originally aired in the Fall of 2005. Wanting to try and learn if subject Hugh Turner lived to the present, I was not able to locate anything about him beyond that documentary and publication about it.

So then I tried something different ─ what of his son the fighter?

I had some luck there. Mark Turner was to gain some titles (see here), and I was able to track down two photos he posted that included his father Hugh.

This was posted October 7, 2023 ─ newly married, Mark is standing behind his bride and between his two parents:

The second photo was posted June 16, 2024, with the caption: "Happy Father's Day. Love you dad thanks for all u do for us ❤️":

Just in case anyone was wondering.

The third video was nearly 1⅓ hours (1:19:13) and streamed yesterday to the Redacted channel: Bioweapons over America? U.S. Geo-engineering caught raining mysterious objects over U.S. | Redacted.

They didn't bother with a description, so neither will I, apart from identifying Dr. Robert Malone and Dane Wigington as two of the interviewees.

I thought that my brother might be going grocery shopping following his bed rest, so I refrained from having a nap following my day's first of my usual two daily meals. But it developed that he discovered his cellphone to have ceased functioning, so he was going out to see about having that resolved.

I hope that I am able to enlist him to purchase a few items for me tomorrow should he be going then ─ he needs the weak (10% butter fat) cream that he uses in his coffee, while I am out of the whipping cream (33% butter fat) that is my choice for coffee creamer.

We had some decent rain in the midday for some while, which I was glad to see for the sake of my bit of early gardening.

As usual, I have no idea of when to expect my brother home from the daily social drinking he bused off to indulge in, nor what to expect by way of his level of inebriation. It is coming to the point now that I will be much surprised if he invites me early enough this evening to operate our Android TV Box so we can watch episodes of a few of the T.V. series he and I follow in common. He is either too damned dense to have fathomed that I make myself unavailable if he waits too late into the evening for Bev to forsake the T.V. and retire to their bedroom, or he is actually okay with watching the drivel she enjoys having tuned in.

For now, I am going to take a break from today's post. I've done 50 partial squats to exercise my damaged right knee ─ yesterday it rather swelled markedly, I was to discover awhile later. I don't know if that is anything positive or not.

I shall be back to this post anon ─ right now it is 5:59 p.m.

★★★

With my brother still absent by 7:30 p.m., I had both a hankering for a Christmas movie as well as the couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) watching one would allow.

Thus, determining that my brother was going to be a hopeless cause because he would have needed to invite me to share T.V. with him by or soon after 8 p.m., and he was not even home yet and dealing / socializing with Bev, I saw it as being futile to delay myself further.

I tuned in 2018's Return to Christmas Creek; and it came close to checking all of the boxes I unconsciously look for in a Christmas movie.

Yet it did not dissolve me emotionally, though I did have watery eyes and snuffled through most of the feature.

The lead actress was unknown to me, but yet she seemed familiar: Tori Anderson. She clearly reminded me of someone, but I cannot even guess who. Her lead was actor Stephen Huszar, whose name is not known to me, but he is extremely familiar ─ his heavy-featured good looks have appeared often enough in other shows I have seen.

Also very familiar visually to me ─ if not her name ─ is actress Kari Matchett. I have a generally favourable impression of her due to most of the characters I have seen her play ... although not exclusively, for she has played a bitch.

And Steven Weber ─ I even know this actor's name, probably ever since the T.V. series Wings.

So yes, I enjoyed the movie a lot, but I wouldn't consider adding it to any sort of all-time favourites list of Christmas romantic movies.

My source was this VidSrc.net link, but it did throw up a couple or so new advertising tabs that I had to shut down initially.

I have to get to bed ... I got 'distracted' again, and it is 11:13 p.m.