No Miracle for Me

X (formerly Twitter): Andrea Lynn

Too many evenings of late have found me dancing with debauchery, and barely resisting taking the finishing plunge. I need my well-being back ─ I am dissolving into an ever more corrupted state.

Getting to bed as late as I did last evening ─ too near to midnight ─ I had no heart to burden myself with seeking to rise in the wee a.m. for any sort of walk to exercise my damaged right knee. Nevertheless, I did tell myself that should I find myself awake while it was still early enough in the pre-dawn, I might still tackle a walk.

Oddly, I slept exceptionally well, and didn't check the time until just after 6 a.m. Unquestionably, I was in deep need of healing sleep.

I rose and visited the toilet, then returned to bed to see if more sleep was possible, but after a time I had to conclude that my thoughts were too active, so I rose.

Not much more than an hour later, I found myself overcome with the need to return to bed, so I did ─ and I slept more. Something was clearly off with me.

I rose ─ maybe it was approaching 8:30 a.m. or even a little past ─ thinking that my younger brother had risen and was watching T.V., but upon opening my bedroom door to discern if it was so, I found that I was wrong.

At 9 a.m. I went downstairs to take possession of T.V. rights and to boil water for my day's first instant coffee; yet I barely did so before my brother emerged from his bedroom.

I tuned in an hour-long video published April 9 to Rumble's The White Rabbit Network channel: *** MUST WATCH *** 'Europe is no ally' Steve Bannon on Tariffs, Trump, and Total War.

It seemed to me that Steve Bannon was making for a very interesting and informed interview, and at the video's conclusion, my brother offered his own observation that the man was knowledgeable.

My wife had risen around 9:45 a.m. ─ she had come home at some point last night ─ leading me to believe that she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. But it soon enough became apparent this was not so.

Anon she came downstairs and got busy cooking.

The next I knew she was heading for the front door to go somewhere, merely issuing us a "Bye" and then calling back to me to close the front door after her, signifying that her hands were full.

Earlier her youngest son ─ who was already up when I first came downstairs ─ had left around 9:30 a.m., and I just assumed that he went off in his mother's car to likely hit Tim Horton's. But when my wife left, she clearly had access to her car ─ her son must have been picked up by someone.

And all that cooking of my wife? There was no trace of it. Whatever she prepared, she took it with her. All I can suppose is that she was going to Wat Budhapanyanantarama, the Thai Buddhist temple in Burnaby.

At least the day's weather is quite reasonable, if a bit chilly. There is lots of sunshine as well as passing cloud along with an ongoing breeze.

Following that Steve Bannon interview, I chose for us to watch the final 20 minutes or so of the documentary we had forsaken yesterday so that my brother could have his bed rest.

The video was 53 minutes (53:55) and had been published June 21, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel: Colosseum | Roman Death Trap.

A 2015 PBS Nova series History Documentary narrated by Jay O. Sanders.

One of the ancient world's most iconic buildings, the Colosseum is a monument to Roman imperial power and cruelty. Its graceful lines and harmonious proportions concealed a highly efficient design and advanced construction methods that made hundreds of arches out of 100,000 tons of stone. In its elliptical arena, tens of thousands of gladiators, slaves, prisoners, and wild animals met their deaths.

Ancient texts report lions and elephants emerging from beneath the floor, as if by magic, to ravage gladiators and people condemned to death. Then, just as quickly, the Colosseum could be flooded with so much water that ships could engage in sea battles to the delight of the crowd.

Now, archaeologists and engineers are teaming up to recreate a 25-foot lifting machine and trap door system capable of releasing a wolf into the Colosseum's arena for the first time in 1,500 years.

What was not cleared up for me was how the Romans could flood the structure with enough water to stage sea battles ─ even if the craft were all flat-bottomed. At one point mention was made about a depth of five feet of water, but if that was the extent of it in the Colosseum, how could these ships be sunk and all slave crew aboard drowned as was supposedly happening?

Anyway, the next video we watched was 16 minutes (16:12) and had been uploaded August 8, 2022, to YouTube's History at The OK Corral channel: Comanche Warriors vs The Spanish Empire: The Attack On The San Saba Mission.

One morning in 1758,  at a remote mission on the Texas frontier, the small population woke to a horrifying sight: 2,000 Comanche warriors in full warpaint, surrounding them. Death was all but certain. Tune in to this episode of History At The OK Corral to find out what happens next...

It was maybe 10:30 a.m. at the video's conclusion, and my brother surprised me by saying that he was taking leave because he had to "get ready". So he went upstairs to his bedroom, while I shut things down and came upstairs here to my bedside computer.

He got himself ready, and then headed on downstairs; and soon he made his farewell.

I was to remember that of late on Saturdays, he has been leaving by bus to meet up with some drinking buddy around noon. My brother's driving need for this level of social drinking every single day is neurotically unhealthy, and all the evidence required to underscore that he has alcoholism.

I cannot imagine how he can possibly return home in any reasonable condition, but we shall eventually see.

Meantime, it is presently 2:13 p.m., and I am going to take a considerable break from this post. First, I want a nap. Then because it is a bath day, I will have to get that chore taken of.

But first that nap!

★★★

Stripped naked for my bath, I doubt that I was as much as 176 pounds.

It was too difficult wasting away the latter afternoon and then the early evening, isolated here upstairs in my small bedroom, so I decided to watch a Christmas movie and have a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My choice was 2018's Once Upon a Christmas Miracle.

Wow!

I was not expecting too much, since the movie was supposed to be based upon a real incident. But again ─ wow! This one got my tears flowing!

Actress Aimeé Teegarden seemed like I must surely have watched her previously in a possible Christmas movie, but I am unsure that I have ever seen her before ─ nothing that I remember her for, at any rate. What a magnificent actress ─ I loved her!

It helped that her costar was familiar actor Brett Dalton, who I have always seen as a most sympathetic figure ─ except for his malevolent stretch in a recurring role in the T.V. series Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

It has been quite some while since I enjoyed and reacted this much to a Christmas movie ─ it was a superb choice, and shows that my negative expectations can be utterly misplaced.

If interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link. I would definitely enjoy watching this movie again later in the year in the company of one or more loved ones.

The movie ended before it was entirely dark and I had not yet supped on my day's first meal. However, I had it already to hand, and it was rather soupy, so I am not expecting any usual dehydration effect overnight for having done my drinking before eating.

Upon opening my bedroom door to check on happenings downstairs, I was extremely surprised to find that Bev was already shut up in their bedroom watching T.V. All was dark downstairs ─ my brother was still not home.

He finally showed up no earlier than 9:05 p.m. There is no way that I will willingly be involved with him this late after all the time he has been away drinking, so I am remaining shut up in my bedroom.

And once again I sat up till midnight flirting with abomination. It is 12:02 a.m. and time for bed.