Last Vermont Christmas

My wife arrived home during the short period spanning when I published yesterday's post and then got to bed, which I think could not have been much worse than 10:30 p.m. Because I remained shut up in my bedroom, she and I never saw one another nor communicated.

I was not to require my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm, for a point arrived when I felt suspiciously well rested, so I checked the time in case my alarm had failed and it was long past 3 a.m.

It was only 2:27 a.m., but I decided to rise then rather than just waste the remaining time lying in bed unable to sleep.

I kept my bedroom door closed initially, but I was almost certain that I heard movement in my younger brother's bedroom, and then someone going downstairs and even opening the front door to briefly go outside. And then maybe return upstairs.

When I did finally open my bedroom door, it was to discover that my youngest stepson was still up.

He was still up by the time I had readied for my walk to challenge my damaged right leg. At that juncture he was farting about in the kitchen, microwaving something, so I waited until he had returned to his den area. Then I slipped away, basically reproducing the previous night's walk of approximately a mile.

The lad had gone to bed by the time of my return.

I think it was probably just past 6 a.m. before I returned to my own bed.

I cannot recall just when I next rose, but I did so early enough that due to my brother's tardy emergence from his bedroom, I had just managed to get possession of the T.V. barely past 9 a.m.

Using our Android TV Box, I tuned in a nearly hour-long (57:23) video published April 24 to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: The Corrupt OFFICIALLY REFUSE TO LIST The Chemicals In Ejectable Flares! (Geoengineering).

Public Records Act but they are officially blocking YOU from seeing 8 chemicals on the MSDS Sheets. They admit to raining chemicals... but are trying their hardest to block YOU from knowing what you are inhaling. Kat shows this, and also discusses how the Carney carbon credit scams are actually hurting the environment and more...
Kat's bitchute channel: https://www.bitchute.com/mellowkat and burnedthemovie.com

Northern Perspective Show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmjUWaMr4Xo&t=22s

At the video's conclusion, my brother announced that he was heading off to the government liquor store two miles hence to stock up on beer for himself, and another four-litre box of white wine for Bev, so I had a hiatus.

I doubt if it was much past 10 a.m.

Meantime, my wife rose to shower. My brother was back when she came downstairs; but then she speedily left without explanation. I thought it was probably just to shop, but she never did return.

I rarely know what's going on with the woman.

Anyway, I had tuned in a second video for my brother and I; then after maybe 15 minutes he announced that he was having to leave ─ this time to catch a bus to rendezvous at noon with a drinking buddy, thereby commencing his daily social drinking. And off he went at 11 a.m. at latest.

I spent a little while here at my bedside computer, Bev meanwhile emerging from their bedroom to watch T.V. for the remainder of her day; and then barely into noon I sought a nap.

When I later roused, although I now do not recollect the details of a dream I was having, I rose still thinking that some elements of the dream were still currently in play.

It was a little bizarre because I was not even living here, and it was a little disorienting.

With lots of sunshine outside, and seeing that tomorrow is predicted to be cloudy with some rain during the work week, I opted to ensure I put in some sunning just as I did yesterday. So at exactly 2 p.m. out in the backyard, I was to stay in the sunshine barefooted, shirtless, and with my sweatpants rolled up, until 3:38 p.m. before wrapping things up.

Before coming into the house, I performed a rather strenuous dead hang in the backyard tool shed for a 45-count. Maybe I should have first tried a pull-up or chin-up to see how far removed I am from being able to perform them ever since my March 1st leg accident that has left me lame and not exercising.

At some point Bev had locked me out, so I had to go around to the front door to get into the house. The weird thing is that she said she knew I was out there ─ she just automatically locked the sliding glass door to our backyard sundeck without thinking.

Towards the end of the afternoon I worked my bad leg a little, and even did two sets of four isometrics static 'movements' ─ I recently began doing the isometrics a week to 10 days ago, I suppose. The four 'movements' just involve first trying to pull my hands apart for a 30-count; then interlocking my fingers and trying to compress my palms together with as much force as I can focus for another 30-count.

Then with my left hand upturned in front of my stomach, and my forearm horizontal, I use my right hand to press down on my left palm and then force with all I can muster to do a curl with the oppressed left arm for a 30-count. And I finish by doing the same thing with my right palm upturned and held down with my left hand.

When I first began doing these, I was not focusing all of the strength and force that I am now managing. I am becoming better at it. I suspect that I can progress into applying even more force, but already I am struggling to keep breathing and not just hold my breath and burst a blood vessel in my brain, heart, or somewhere else ─ especially when I am compressing my two clasped hands together (the second exercise), for that 'movement' involves hunkering tight and straining my entire body. I cannot actually breathe correctly because my compacted rib cage is preventing my lungs from expanding, so I am only able to do little almost shallow gaspings; but I hope it's enough to keep my blood pressure at a survivable level.

I am 75 years old, after all. Who knows what defects lurk within me?

I have to confess that with the sunshine blush my torso now has, I look surprisingly and unrealistically muscular and fit attired just in a pair of underwear briefs while doing those late afternoon exercises.

And this seems a good place to have a break from this post ─ it is 6:16 p.m.

★★★

Barely past 8:30 p.m., with my brother still not back home yet, I shut myself up into my bedroom and found a source on my bedside computer for a Christmas movie ─ and the two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that it would justify.

The movie was 2018's Last Vermont Christmas ─ apparently also called The Last Christmas Home.

It took well into the second can of beer before anything in the movie actually sparked some visible emotion in me ─ a scene where leading actress Erin Cahill's character walks in on her youngest sister (played by actress Catherine Corcoran) singing.

Better was ahead, and generated some tearful resigned soul-searching in me.

Incidentally, Catherine Corcoran does sing, so maybe she really did sing in the Christmas movie. But her speaking voice completely belies that ability, for it is sort of a combination of broken and squeaky. 

Now, actress Erin Cahill's name appears in this blog's "labels", so I have watched her act before; I just have no idea what show it may have been. In checking her acting credits, maybe 2016's Sleigh Bells Ring?

When I read a write-up for Last Vermont Christmas that stated Erin Cahill's character was returning to her home town with her teen daughter, I full expected that it was going to be some put-out brat who never wanted to be going there. But that was not the role of Samarah Conley, who did not appear to me to be anywhere near as old as 13 as yet. Her character was a pure joy throughout the movie.

IMDb's movie write-up claims in its "Goofs" section the following:

The movie takes place in Vermont just before Christmas, but it was shot in the State of New York. However, the only time you see December and winter in the movie is in the stock footage as it was shot in the spring. Production used a lot of artificial snow to hide it in the close shots, but wide shots always reveal a lot of beautiful green deciduous trees, and bushes everywhere. Also you can see snow on green tree leaves, too. Furthermore, loud bird singing is heard through the day in the outdoor scenes and birds don't sing in the autumn and winter.

Perhaps it was because I was not watching the movie on a big T.V. screen, but I noticed nothing of these claims ─ nor did I ever notice any birds singing. I was a believer that the movie was taking place in December.

My source for the movie was this VIDsrc.net link; although it played flawlessly, anytime my cursor touched the video screen, it resulted in a new and very much unwanted advertisement that would drag me into a new browser tab. I quickly killed the tabs anytime it happened. Just be warned.

It finished around 10 p.m., by which time my brother had been home awhile. As I close this post at 10:52 p.m. with the intention of getting to bed very soon, after the two cans of Cariboo Malt and the late hour, even if my brother was sober, I have no desire to continue my evening.

I am regretting that I cannot continue sunning tomorrow!